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Jasper leans in, kissing her hard. “You’re perfect. Youwere madefor this—for us.”
I growl into her ear, “That’s right, Hellcat. Take all of us. We’re not stopping until you can’t say a word.”
Sawyer’s moans turn to sobs, her body trembling as we push her higher and higher. Nothing else matters—not the world outside, not the chaos or fear—just this, just us, lost together in the mess we’ve made.
Jasper is pressed flush to Sawyer, both of us buried inside her, her whole body trembling from the stretch and the rhythm. She’s right on the edge, barely holding on, when I lean over and catch her chin, grinning against her lips.
“I got something just for you, Hellcat,” I whisper, my voice low and dark. “Never had a reason to use it—until now.”
She blinks, confusion turning to shock when I reach over to the nightstand and pull out a small, wicked little vibrator. Her eyes go wide. Jasper laughs, with that twisted, hungry sound he only makes when he’s lost in her.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take good care of you.”
I turn it on, the soft buzz filling the air, and press it right against her swollen clit. The second it touches her, her whole body jolts—she tries to pull away, legs shaking, panic and pleasure twisting together on her face.
“No, no, no—it’s too much—” she gasps, voice breaking.
We both grab her hips, holding her in place. Jasper leans down, his mouth at her ear, growling, “No, baby. You can do it. You can take it all for us.”
I keep the pressure steady, circling her clit with the vibrator as we both move, matching each other’s rhythm, driving into her together—deeper, harder, every thrust amplified by the pulse of the toy. My cock aches from the way she squeezes us, from the shockwaves rolling through her.
Sawyer’s losing it, babbling, “Oh God, oh God, oh—”
Jasper’s voice is a savage promise, cutting through the chaos. “There is no God in this room, Little Demon. And if there were, he couldn’t save you right now.”
She clenches around us, her body locking up so tight it’s almost painful—and then she screams, her whole body shaking, squirting hard, soaking both of us with wave after wave.
I groan, head falling back. “Fuck, man—she’s squirting all over us—”
Jasper’s grip goes brutal, his thrusts losing rhythm, both of us coming hard, hips pressed tight, filling her up as she writhes between us. The world goes white, nothing but heat, sweat, and Sawyer. Ruined and perfect, ours.
We collapse in a tangled heap, all three of us spent and shaking, breathless and wild, clinging to each other like it’s the only thing that matters.
And maybe it is.
Chapter 25
SAWYER
Iwake up to an empty bed, sunlight already pouring through Jasper’s curtains. For a minute, I lie there, tangled in the sheets, still feeling the ghost of their hands, the ache between my thighs, the lingering afterglow of everything that happened last night. I glance at the clock—10:16 AM. No wonder the guys are already up.
I stretch, body sore in the best way, and finally roll out of bed, padding down the hall. The low hum of voices drifts from the living room—Jasper, Riot, and maybe Silas, all in low, urgent tones. Probably combing through new updates, hunting for shadows.
I leave them to it, slipping into the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon hits me first, a little slice of normal after chaos. Macee is at the counter in an oversized hoodie, fussing with her phone, a big plate of bacon cooling on the table.
She looks up and grins when she sees me, her eyes bright and a little too knowing. “Well, well. Sleeping Beauty emerges.”
I plop down across from her, grabbing a piece of bacon and taking a greedy bite. “Beauty is a strong word for what I look like right now.”
She laughs, sliding the plate closer. “Rough night?”
I give her a look, my cheeks warming, and she wiggles her eyebrows. “I won’t ask, but if you want to share…”
I shake my head, chewing bacon, and sigh. “Let’s just say I think I’ll be walking funny for the next week.”
She cackles, the sound filling the kitchen with easy warmth. “That’s my girl.”
For a moment, everything feels almost normal—just two friends, bacon, and a little stolen peace.
