Page 338 of Redeemed

As Colton fingers her and Xander sucks on her nipples, I eat up Haven’s moans. Even though it’s only been a couple weeks, I’ve missed seeing Haven like this. I’ve craved her, and not being able to have her has only made the need worse.

So I squeeze the sides of her neck until her eyes go unfocused from the sensations paired with the lack of blood flow to her brain. When I ease up, her lips part on a surprised gasp.

“I’m coming. Oh my god, Colt.”

We all watch as Haven tumbles into her orgasm. Her head tips back, and her eyes slide shut for the briefest of moments. But when Xander leans down and goes back to sucking her nipples, they fly open again.

“Xan!” Her back arches into him as she cries out.

It’s such a captivating sight that I can’t stop myself from kissing her again. She sobs against my mouth as neither Xander nor Colton let up.

“Lift yourself up a couple inches, angel,” Colton says, and the moment she does, he slips his fingers into her. “Such a good girl. Tell me how this feels.”

“Fuck,” she gasps. “God, please don’t stop.Please.”

It’s not a direct answer to Colton’s question, but he doesn’t push her, so it must be good enough for him. He curls his fingers into her, watching as her eyes roll back into her head.

“Play with her clit,” Colton commands.

I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Xander, but I shove my hand into Haven’s panties before he has a chance to. Xander shoots me a playful glare, but I lean over Haven to kiss him, and when I straighten, he doesn’t look as pissed.

“Luc,” Haven gasps when my fingers slide over her clit.

“I love how wet you are for us, little fawn.” I kiss her temple. “You’ve got no idea how hard it makes me.”

With a whimper, Haven glances longingly at where my cock is straining against my pants. I still have a hand in her hair, so I tug it until she’s looking up at me instead.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her softly. “You know that?”

Our girl blushes. When she tries to look away, I capture her mouth in a kiss that washes away every ounce of her bashfulness. She arches upward, trying to get more of me, and I’m happy to give it to her. My tongue slips into her mouth, and she sucks on it with a wanton moan.

Colton and I keep working her while Xander plays with her nipples. After a minute, Colton tries to readjust his hand, but there isn’t enough room. With a frustrated grunt, he rips her panties off her body and tosses them aside. Haven gasps at the sound of the fabric ripping, but my lips are already on hers again.

“There.” He slips two fingers inside her again. “Much better.”

“Oh, god.” She grabs at Xander until she has a firm grip on his arm. Her other hand finds Colton’s shoulder. “Wait! Colt—Colt, god, you’re gonna make me squirt.”

“That’s the idea, yeah.”

I add a little more pressure to Haven’s clit as I stroke it in tight circles. Between that and whatever Colton does with his fingers, Haven goes slack in our arms. Her lips brush against mine as her head falls back.

A fire lights in Colton’s eyes when she cries out. “Yeah, that’s it. Make a mess all over my fingers.”

I glance down just in time to see liquid gush onto Colton’s hand. Xander swears under his breath, and I realize he’s watching, too.

“Don’t stop, angel. Be a good girl for us.”

Haven is squirming, but Colton isn’t showing any signs of stopping, and neither am I. When she squirts again, it’s with a scream, and I realize she’s coming, too.

Watching Haven lose herself in the euphoria of surrendering herself eases some of the tension I’ve been carrying for weeks. This isn’t just a physical release for her. It’s an emotional one, too. She’s setting herself free from the protective cage she locked herself in when Isaiah took her. She’s reclaiming her body, and I’m honored that she’s letting us help her.

“Lucas,” Haven chokes out. “Luc, s-stop.”

I slow my hand, but Colton only goes harder. With a shocked moan, Haven sways to the side until she’s leaning into me. I hold her steady, dropping a kiss to the top of her head as I do.

“One more time,” Colton says. “I know you have it in you.”

Haven sobs as she squirts again, soaking Colton’s shorts. The sight of it makes me want to rip this dress off her, pin her to the floor, and fuck her until she’s squirting like that all over my cock. I feel practically feral with need over it, but I keep myself contained. This is about Haven, not me.

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