Page 16 of Malice
She thrashed beneath me, like she could deny the truth of my words.
Adjusting my hold on her wrists so I held both with one hand, I reached forward and threaded my fingers through the hair at the base of her skull, tugging until she was upright.
“Admit it,” I growled into her ear.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Lowering her back into position, I kept my hold in place and began thrusting in long, languid rolls of my hips. She wanted my orgasm, but I also recognized the distinct lack of her own climax. Merri might be focused on feeding from us, not giving the others a chance to bring her off, but I wasn’t one to leave my woman unsatisfied. Every drag of my cock along her G-spot had her walls squeezing me, a flood of wetness following.
“More,” Merri gritted out.
I was already pounding into her with enough force I knew she’d feel the memory of me inside her for days. Sin must have registered the conflict in my expression because he said, “I don’t think she means you.”
“What?” I grunted, carrying on a conversation with him while balls deep inside her. Not the easiest feat to manage.
He moved until he could meet my gaze and gave me a droll stare. “She wants another cock, Chaos.”
The bed dipped as Malice came to his knees in front of her. “Let go of her hair.”
Muscles trembling from the effort it took not to find my release, I slowed my pace and looked to the man who knelt naked at Merri’s head.
“You already had your turn with her.”
I pulled harder on her hair, making her cunt flutter around me, and a whimper escaped her lips. But I also saw the way she looked at Malice, specifically his straining cock. Sin was right. She wanted another.
Malice challenged me without words, leaving the decision up to me. But Merri had already made it for me. This was all about her and what she needed. My pride would heal.
“Fine.” I released her hair with a soft snarl. Malice was quick to scoop the long strands up into a sort of ponytail so he could take over, guiding her movement from that end.
“Fuuuck,” Malice groaned as she engulfed his length in what had to be the perfect heat of her mouth.
Jealousy spiked inside me for a fleeting moment because I wanted to know her in that way. I wanted to know her in every way possible.
“Not gonna lie, guys. This is a really pretty picture. Our girl all trussed up, getting spit roasted.”
Any other moment and I’d have socked Sin right in the mouth, but I was a bullet train on the way to my climax. Nothing was going to stop me now.
The grip on her wrist and hip tightened until I could see my fingers digging into her skin. The thought that I might leavemy mark on her again sent me over the edge. Merri might be pleasuring both of us, but she was still fucking mine.
“I’m coming,” I panted, my voice tight and desperate. Merri tilted her hips back so she could take me deeper, but I wasn’t sure if the move was hers or if it was a result of the hold I had on her hip. Either way, our bodies seemed to be completely in tune with what the two of us needed in this moment.
She moaned as my thrusts grew erratic and pleasure overtook my senses. Her answer to me losing the rhythm was rolling her hips in sensual circles, which only prolonged my orgasm. Somewhere in this suspended sexual fog, I could feel the tug of her energy pulling on mine. Not like she was feeding, but like she was drawing part of me into her. Like we were linked in more ways than simply physical.
Malice grunted, his breaths coming in sharp pants as he must’ve also reached his peak.
“You look beautiful taking us both,” I whispered as I came back to myself.
My palm skated up her back, rubbing soothing circles between her shoulder blades. I needed her to know she was so fucking good to us.
“Perfect,” Malice agreed, his thumb stroking her cheek as he slid out of her.
Arms free once more, Merri pushed herself up and looked over her shoulder. “More,” she demanded.
“Jesus,” Sin said with a laugh. “I’ve heard of an insatiable appetite, but this is next level.” Shaking his head, he climbed up on the bed. “Catch your breath, boys, I’ll tap back in.”
Merri gave a slight shake of her head, her pitch-black eyes landing on Grim.
I smirked, knowing exactly how this was going to go. “You’re up, old man.”
