Page 30 of Wrath

“You’re so fucking perfect, babe. So beautiful.” Bash reached around me to tweak my hardened nipples.

“You know what would make her even more beautiful?” Ryland gripped his cock as an effortless smirk curled up one corner of his lips. “My cock between her lips.”

“Yes,” I all but begged, leaning forward slightly.

“So eager to please,” Ryland purred. He used one hand to guide his cock to my waiting lips while the other hand stroked my blonde hair. “Such a good little slut.”

He pushed his thick cock inside of me one inch at a time while Bash continued to fondle my tits.

Trusting Bash to keep me upright, I leaned forward and gripped Ryland’s thighs, allowing him to sink even deeper into my mouth. Saliva dripped down my chin, but Ryland didn’t let up his ruthless pace, fucking my mouth the way he often did with my pussy. I dug my nails into his skin as he moved faster, faster, faster.

But just before he could come inside of me, he pulled out, leaving me feeling oddly bereft.

Fuck that.

I grabbed his wet cock and brought it back to my lips, licking it from base to crown and then back down again. One of my hands continued to grip his thigh while the other moved to cup his balls.

“Holy fuck, Z,” Ryland panted as I continued to lick, kiss, and nip at his erect dick.

“You suck cock like such a good girl,” Bash praised, stroking my naked back.

“If you keep this up, I’m not going to be able to come inside of you like I planned,” Ryland warned, his eyes flaring with desperation and a wicked type of heat.

“We can’t have that, can we?” Bash tsked his tongue disapprovingly as he grabbed both of my arms and pulled me back, stopping when I lay flush against his chest.

I let out a jittery breath, feeling a blush take over my entire body.

I didn’t even recognize my voice when I whispered, “Then get naked and fuck me already.”

Ryland’s eyes widened nearly imperceptibly before narrowing.

“Do you think you deserve to get fucked, little assassin?” His words were a breath against my face, a promise of what was to come.

Or maybe a threat.

Even in the bedroom, I could never entirely submit—not even to my mates.

I narrowed my eyes and snarked, “It’s not my damn fault.”

Wrong answer.

Ryland glared at me intently, the churning in his eyes reminiscent of a maelstrom, before he lunged for me. The next thing I knew, I was bent over his knee, my sleep shorts discarded on the floor.

“What the fuck, Ryland?!” I screeched, indignant.

Or at least, I tried to sound indignant. I’d never been in this position before, and despite my embarrassment, a rush of heat swept through me in a toasty inferno.

Ryland’s strong fingers played with the edges of my panties.

“Maybe it wasn’t your fault, but it’s not as if I can punish Lilith.” He pushed my underwear aside to lovingly, almost reverently, caress one of my ass cheeks.

A tremor worked its way through me, seemingly in tandem with the lava traversing my veins.

“I mean, you could, but I doubt Z would want you spanking her mother,” Bash drawled.

At some point, he had moved to stand directly in front of me, his shirt off and his pants just low enough for his cock to come out. He wrapped his fist around his long girth and gave it a squeeze.

Every muscle in my belly flipped over itself, and my mouth watered.

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