Page 52 of Hellbent
Damian’s voice is a low vibration against my skin. “Gonna let us have you again, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good girl.”
A breath escapes me, soft and involuntarily, and Jake chuckles again. “Ooh, she liked that, D.”
Damian’s hand slides to my throat, tilting my chin in his direction, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes flick over my face, searching. “You’re gonna be good for us, princess.”
My pulse beats wildly against his fingers. I open my mouth to speak, but Damian just shakes his head.
“Nah, baby,” he murmurs. “Show me.”
I don’t hesitate.
My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him into a kiss that’s nothing but heat and hunger, a heady push and pull that floods every nerve in my body.
When we break apart, he grins, slow and wicked, and says, “Now Jake.”
Jake’s breath brushes my cheek as I turn, his mouth finding mine. Kissing Jake is different than kissing Damian. Softer but just as hungry. His tongue, warm and familiar, parts my lips and slides over my tongue, obscene and gentle. I moan, dizzy from the shift.
Damian’s hands skim down my stomach, undoing my jeans with a sharp tug, and then his fingers slip down into the warmth between my legs, seeking, finding—he chuckles when I break away from Jake’s mouth and exhale a helpless, shaky breath.
“She’s already wet,” Damian says, fingers pressing in deeper. “I can feel it through her panties.”
“Always ready for us, eh, baby?” says Jake with a smile.
Then everything moves too fast and too slow all at once. My hoodie is gone, my jeans shoved down and pulled off. The air is cold against my skin, but welcome. The heat inside of me is molten.
Damian leans back and drags his eyes over my naked body, desire licking at the edges of his expression. “Fuck. Look at you.”
Jake makes a low, approving sound, his hands skating up my stomach, teasing but never giving me enough. “You’re gonna take us both, baby, and that turns me on so fucking much.”
“Please,” I whisper, desperate now.
Jake undoes his pants, shifts over me, presses me down into the makeshift bed of coats, and then—
The first push inside me knocks the breath from my lungs.
He fills me in one slow, deep stroke, and Damian is there beside me, his hands tangled in my hair, his lips at my jaw. I arch into them, caught between the solid press of Jake’s weight and the heat of Damian’s mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Damian murmurs, his hands sliding lower, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples between his fingers.
Jake groans, adjusting his grip, sliding a hand beneath me to lift my hips. “Fuck, Max. You feel so good.”
Damian watches me, his hazel eyes blown wide with hunger. “You like that, princess?”
I can’t answer. I can only nod, panting, body arching into Jake’s thrusts. Each movement—slow, deep, precise—winds me tighter, dragging me closer to the edge.
Damian grips my chin, forcing my mouth to his. The kiss is rough and consuming. He swallows my moan as Jake’s rhythm turns sharper, deeper, a growl low in his throat as he slams into me.
The pressure builds—hot, unbearable. Then…
Ishatter.
My pussy clenches tight, my release breaking over me in waves. My nails bite into Jake’s arms, my mouth open against Damian’s as I come hard, my whole body trembling.
Jake groans, his grip tightening at my hips as he follows me over the edge, his whole body shuddering.
