Page 79 of The Reckoning
She shivers under his touch, under the intensity of our combined focus. I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the heat emanating from her rain-soaked skin.
“Say it again,” I demand softly. “Who do you belong to?”
Her lips part, tongue darting out to wet them. I track the movement, transfixed. “You,” she breathes. “Both of you.”
Satisfaction rumbles in my chest, primal and deep. I lower my head, brushing my lips across her jawline, tasting salt and rainwater. She tilts her head back, offering me her throat in a gesture of surrender that makes my blood sing.
Arson’s mouth finds hers then, claiming her with a ferocity that steals my breath. I watch as she yields to him, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. A low growl escapes me,part warning, part approval. He breaks the kiss, breathing hard, eyes dark with desire.
“Share,” he rasps, the single word heavy with meaning.
I nod, leaning in to take his place. Her lips are swollen, tender from his onslaught, and I gentle my approach, savoring the soft glide of her mouth against mine. She sighs into the kiss, her body melting against me, trusting in a way she hasn’t allowed herself to be in years.
My hands roam her curves, relearning dips and hollows that have haunted my dreams. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her as my thumb grazes the underside of her breast. Arson’s hands join mine, his touch rougher, more demanding.
He palms her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulls her back against his chest. She gasps at the contact, at the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her.
“You belong to us,” Arson growls against her ear, his breath hot and soaked in hunger. “And we’re going to claim every inch of you.”
He nips her earlobe—not hard, but sharp enough to make her flinch. To make her gasp.
“Together.”
Her breath shudders. She’s trembling. From the cold. From the rain. From us.
“Together?” she whispers, like the word might ruin her.
I catch her chin between my fingers and tilt her face to mine. “Yes. Together,” I murmur, dark and sure. “You’re going to take us both. One in your tight little cunt. One in your ass. You’re going to feel us everywhere—stretching you wide, claiming what’s ours.”
Her lips part, but no words come out.
Arson strokes her throat with the backs of his fingers. “Look at her,” he breathes, voice wrapped in quiet reverence. “We’ve just gotten started, and she’s already trembling and soaked.”
I shift behind her, pressing my chest to her back. She stiffens—then shudders as my hands find her hips and drag her against me.
“How many times have you thought of this very moment?” I whisper. “Picturing us taking you at the same time, fucking you in unison.”
She sucks in a ragged breath, and I’m not sure if it’s needy or shame-filled.
“There’s no reason to hide what you want, not anymore,” Arson says gently, brushing her wet hair behind her ear. “We’re going to make all of your filthy fucking dreams come true, baby.”
“Because we already know how dirty you are,” I growl, dragging her soaked shirt over her head. Her bare skin gleams in the rain, flushed and sensitive, nipples tight.
Arson cups her face and kisses her—soft at first, teasing her lips open with his tongue. When she moans, he deepens it, claiming her mouth while I work my hands down her body.
My palms slide over her breasts, down her ribs, then between her legs, where her soaked panties stick to her like a second skin. I drag them down slowly, baring her inch by inch. She gasps as the rain hits her thighs, cool air on flushed flesh.
“Fuck, Lil,” I murmur. “You’re dripping like a faucet.”
“So perfect, and so fucking wet for us,” Arson whispers, dragging kisses along her jaw.
I slip two fingers knuckle deep inside her wet cunt. The sound her body makes as she clenches around my fingers is music to my ears. I’ve waited what seems like an eternity to be able to touch her, to have a moment like this with her.
“You were made for us.” I pant, curling my fingers inside her. “Weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “God—yes.”
“Good girl,” Arson praises. “Look at you. Falling apart already.”
