Page 23 of To the Grave

Otis turned me around. “Stop bogarting Daisy’s mouth.”

I barely managed to get a laugh out before Otis’ lips were on mine, the fiery strokes of his tongue making it clear he was tired of waiting his turn. Now it was Wolf’s turn to move in behind me, and I felt the slide of his palm against my stomach.

His fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear. The heat of his palm against my hairless mound inflamed the hunger crackling in my body, but it was nothing compared to the animalistic need that came to life when he slipped his fingers over my clit and pushed two of them inside me.

I gasped into Otis’ mouth, matching the fevered strokes of his tongue. His hands were back on my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers while he angled his head to take our kiss as deep as possible.

Wolf’s breath was shallow as he finger-fucked me from behind, the hard planes of his body tight against my back while Otis played with my tits and kissed me to within an inch of my life.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of them. I wanted to be naked in bed, my skin sliding against theirs, their cocks and tongues filling the empty places in my body and soul, like buckshot from the nearly mortal wound of Jace’s death.

I broke the kiss from Otis and gasped for breath. “Bed. Now.”

His eyes flared amber. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Wolf withdrew his fingers and I unbuttoned Otis’ shirt as we moved toward the bed. I couldn’t get it off fast enough, feelinglike a wild animal as I pawed at the buttons until his muscled chest was revealed.

I itched to feel his skin under my fingers, but I wanted him naked — wanted them both naked — first. I worked the zipper on his trousers, pushed them off his thighs, and was relieved when his boxer briefs went along with them.

My patience was at an end.

I ran my hands over the smooth expanse of his chest. His skin was unmarked by ink, stretched tight over the lean muscle that made him every bit as strong as Wolf, and my fingertips danced over the muscled peaks on the way to his erect cock, thick and long.

He closed his eyes when I closed my palm around his shaft and started stroking. “Fuck me, that feels good.”

I turned my gaze to Wolf, who was staring at me like he’d gone without food for a month and I was an all-you-can-eat buffet. He’d made quick work of his clothes, already in a pile on the floor. He was so beautiful I had to catch my breath looking at him, his shoulders broad, arms defined. His sculpted chest was inked with the images that told his story — the native longhouse, the deer, the fire. I was in there somewhere too, a tiny daisy nestled in the wild grass around the longhouse his ancestors had slept in before mine had taken their land to found Blackwell Falls.

The images tapered to his waist and the Adonis belt that pointed to his dick: hard, perfectly formed, and standing at the ready.

He grinned. “You look like you're hungry, sunshine.”

“I am.”

“Hear that?” Wolf asked Otis. “Our girl is hungry.”

“She’s not the only one,” Otis said, his breath catching as I stroked his dick. “Lay down, doll.”

I scooted back on the bed and waited for them to position themselves. They knew what they wanted, and for the most part, I was happy to take them any way I could get them. There was so much to do in the rest of my life, so much to think about. In bed with the Beasts, I could let it all go, let them take charge.

It wasn’t like I was going to be unhappy with the arrangement. It didn’t matter if Wolf fucked me while I sucked Otis’ dick or if Otis pounded my pussy while Wolf took me from behind.

It was pretty much all upside for me.

Otis pulled my underwear off my hips, as carefully as if he were working a piece of delicate machinery. He was always like that in bed — deliberate, intentional — where Wolf might have tried and failed to be careful with my clothes and Jace would have ripped them to shreds without so much as an apology.

Otis trailed kisses over my stomach. “I love how soft you are, doll.”

I knew from the reverence in his voice that he meant it, and I realized that for the first time in my life I hardly spared a thought for how my body appeared. I worked out to feel strong, not to change how I looked.

That was because of them. Because of the Beasts and the way they made it clear that they loved every part of me.

My pussy was wet, my breath catching as Otis worked his way down, kissing my mound and pushing open my thighs.

Wolf added an extra pillow under my head. “I want you to be able to lie back, relax, and enjoy.”

I understood what he meant when he straddled my head, now at the perfect height to suck his dick without straining my neck.

He reached down to lay his hand against my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sunshine. It hurts me to look at you.” Hegrabbed his dick and ran it over my lips. “Now take my cock like a good girl.”

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