Page 138 of Hymns of the Broken
Riot licks his bottom lip, eyes lit with hunger. “Look at her, Reign. She’s shaking, and we haven’t even touched her yet.”
“She wants to be touched,” Jasper murmurs, rough and dark, lips grazing my ear. “Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe, the need heavy in my throat.
“That’s not how you ask,” Riot cuts in, voice dripping dangerous tease. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, biceps flexing. “Beg for it. We earned this.”
My throat works, bone-dry. “Please… touch me. I need it. I can’t wait anymore.”
They move at once.
Jasper grabs my hips, spinning me until my back slams against his chest. His hands are everywhere—possessive, greedy—sliding up my stomach, molding over my ribs. His lips graze my ear, voice a growl. “We’ve been so fucking patient with you.”
Riot drops to his knees in front of me, palms trailing up my thighs, thumbs pushing my shorts higher until he’s gripping the backs of my legs. His voice is fire against my skin. “You know how hard it was watching you squirm through that movie? Your thighs pressed together, trying to hide what you wanted. We were dying to drag you out of there and ruin you in front of them all.”
Jasper’s hand slides higher, fingers brushing just beneath my bra, feathering the swell of my breast. “Say the word, and we’ll take our time breaking you in.”
Riot looks up at me, eyes blazing, smirk dangerous. “Or say nothing. Let us do the talking tonight, sweetheart.”
Desperation claws through me, and I nod, surrendering.
Riot tugs my shorts down slowly, peeling me open like he’s unwrapping his favorite sin. Jasper’s rougher—yanking my shirt up and over my head with a growl, tossing it away like he can’t stand a barrier between us.
I’m left trembling, bare, caught in the hungry pull of both of them.
Riot’s palms skim my hips, fingers digging deep enough to bruise. “Fucking perfect. All ours.”
That word. That claim.
It doesn’t scare me.
It sets me on fire.
Riot’son his knees, mouth open, tongue tracing fire up my inner thigh. He’s slow, methodical, worshipping me with every kiss. Jasper spins me until I’m facing the bed, firm hands urging me forward.
“Hands down, baby. Arch your back,” Jasper commands, his voice sharp as a whip.
I do it—palms flat on the mattress, spine curving, legs parted shamelessly for them.
The air is electric, every second stretched tight.
Riot’s growl vibrates against my thigh. “She’s soaked, Jasper. She wants both of us. She wants to be full and fucked and devoured.”
Jasper leans in, breath hot against my ear. “You want that, baby? Want us both inside you, using you, making you scream?”
My voice is nothing, but a broken whimper. “Yes. Please. Please—”
Riot’s mouth finally claims my pussy, tongue plunging deep, slow at first, then lashing up to my clit with a dirty, practiced flick that makes my knees buckle.
Jasper steadies me with one arm around my waist, the other sliding up to fist in my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still. Don’t move unless we tell you. Or we’ll tie you down and really make you beg.”
I whimper, back arching, as Riot flattens his tongue and sucks hard, sending sparks shooting up my spine. His fingers slide inside me, two at first, then three, pumping deeply, stretching me wide.
“She’s so tight,” Riot groans, not stopping his assault. “God, I want to feel her choke on both our cocks. Want to see her ruined.”
Jasper’s voice is pure danger, breath hot on my skin. “She wants to cum on your tongue, Riot. In one minute, if she hasn’t, then she’s gonna kneel on this bed and take my cock like the good fucking girl she is, while you fuck her mouth.”
I whine, desperate and begging. “Please,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”
