Page 69 of Pray for the Damned

Emmett smacks the side of my head. “A twin sandwich, really?”

But the giggle that slips from Waverly is like nothing I’ve ever heard before, and I find myself wanting to deserve that sound over and over again for the rest of my fucking life.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, baby girl?” I smirk, and before she can stop me, I tear the towel from her body, leaving her bare between us. “I think our girl needs a punishment. What do you think, brother?”

Emmett meets my eyes over the top of her head, and I don’t miss the nervousness lingering in his dark eyes. I’ve never seen him as anything less than confident, but I can’t say I blame him for being uncertain right now.

We’ve never shared a woman before, and our preferences aren’t exactly cohesive with one another. Where Emmett has always leaned toward being a pleasure Dom, I’ve always preferred the darker sides of kink, and Waverly is so new to the scene, she may not be able to handle my tastes.

But while his confidence wavers, mine is stronger than ever.

Because Waverly was made for us. I’ve known it from the first time I laid eyes on her, and now it’s finally time to make her ours.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

WAVERLY

If you told me I’d ever find myself standing naked between two men, I probably would have doubled over laughing.

And yet that’s exactly where I am right now.

The urge to cover my body almost gets the better of me, but I force myself to keep my arms at my side while Kade’s hands explore me in teasing caresses and Emmett holds me in place with a firm grip on my hips.

I’m completely overwhelmed by them already, what am I going to be like when they’re both fucking me?

Oh god, am I actually going to let them both have me at the same time? That’s insane, right? Or perhaps I would have thought so before stepping foot inside the Scarlet Lounge, but the last few weeks I’ve seen plenty of scenes with three or more people, so perhaps it’s not as crazy as it is sad that the rest of the world doesn’t see the benefit of having more than one partner.

Okay, I’ve lost my mind. There’s no other explanation.

I’m torn from my mind when Kade thrusts two thick fingers into my pussy without warning at the same time as Emmett shifts one of his hands from my hip to rest around my throat.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

“Soon, Little Temptress,” Emmett murmurs against the shell of my ear.

The promise sends a shiver of need through me as my body adjusts to the stretch of Kade’s fingers. God, if I knew it felt so good to have two sets of hands on me, maybe I would have tried it sooner.

Probably not.

Especially seeing as these two just admitted to stalking me.

Should that terrify me? The idea that two highly trained assassins have been following me for years and I was none the wiser? Probably. But it doesn’t.

If anything, it makes me feel safe. Protected. Wanted. All these years I thought I was alone, when really, I had two hot as fuck guardian angels keeping me safe from the shadows.

“Her pussy is so fucking wet,” Kade tells his brother, and my cheeks heat. “Such a perfect whore for us, desperate for our cocks.”

A moan slips from my throat, and Emmett chuckles behind me. “I didn’t peg you for liking being degraded, Waverly, especially because you seemed to like being my good girl so much.”

“Maybe I like both,” I breathe as Kade hooks his fingers slightly, dragging the tips over my G-spot over and over until my legs are trembling and the only thing holding me up is Emmett’s grip.

“Lucky you have us then.” Emmett tightens his hold around my throat, blocking my airway just enough to get his point across.

“Fuck,” Kade groans. “She likes that. Her cunt just clenched around my fingers so tight.”

“I think she’s going to like anything we do to her.”

Yeah, I have that feeling too.

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