Page 198 of Hymns of the Broken
SAWYER
I wake slowly, sunlight soft and gold behind my eyelids. Before I open them, pieces of my dream linger—two masked men chasing me through the woods, breathless, wild, hands everywhere, their voices low and hungry as they pin me down. One holds my wrists in the dirt, the other’s mouth at my throat, and they take turns, relentless and filthy, using me like I belong to them.
I shiver, squeezing my thighs together under the sheets. I’m turned on. That surprises me, considering what I just went through, but a soft moan slips out, heat blooming low in my belly.
Suddenly, Riot’s voice breaks through, lazy and smug from just behind me. “Damn, Hellcat. Didn’t think you’d start moaning my name before breakfast.”
I freeze, a blush crawling up my neck as I realize I made that sound out loud. Jasper shifts on my other side, not quite awake yet, but enough to squeeze my hip possessively.
Riot presses closer, mouth at my ear, voice dropping low and dark. “What were you dreaming about, huh? Want to tell the class, or should I guess?”
I groan, hiding my face in Jasper’s chest. “Nope. Absolutely not. It was nothing.”
Riot laughs, his hand slipping under the sheet to rest on my thigh. “Nothing, huh? You sure? ’Cause you were making the prettiest little noises a second ago. Sounded like you wanted tobe caught.”
“You’re lucky she didn’t wake up screaming, Riot.” Jasper says.
I peek out, just enough to see Riot’s grin. “Nah, Reign. I think she liked it. Whatever it was.”
I bite the inside of my lip, breathless and still trembling. “Maybe I did,” I whisper, lettingthemhear the dare in my voice. “Maybe I want to tell you both about it…”
Riot’s smirk widens, head propped up on his hand. “Maybe you want to tell us, huh?” He wiggles his brows. “Don’t tease, Sin. Spill it. Was it me in the mask, or Reign?”
Jasper shifts behind her, his palm dragging up her side. “Or both of us?”
I tuck my face into Jasper’s shoulder, hiding my grin. “Both,” I mumble, embarrassed that they already called me out. “You were both there. Masks. Woods. You chased me, caught me, and pinned me down.”
Riot groans. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Jasper’s hand stills, fingers tightening against my waist. “Go on,” he says, voice rough. “What happened next?”
I peek at Riot through my lashes. “You—you took turns. One of you held me down while the other fucked me. Then you switched. It was…intense.”
Riot’s laugh is teasing. “You dream about getting chased and wrecked, Hellcat? ’Cause if you ask nicely, I’ll put a mask on and hunt you down any day of the week.”
I laugh, still blushing, but the shame’s gone—burned out by the way they’re both looking at me like my dirty dreams are gifts, not secrets.
Jasper nuzzles my neck, voice low and possessive. “Next time you have a dream like that, wake us up. Or maybe…” He drags his thumb over my pulse. “Maybe we’ll have to make it real. Show you what it’s like tobe caught.”
Riot groans, half serious, half playful. “Careful, Reign. You say that she’s never sleeping again.”
We roll out of bed, the three of us moving around the room, bumping into each other in that new, easy way we’ve learned to exist—like a tangle of limbs that doesn’t care about rules or morning breath. Riot tugs his sweats up over his hips, but not before leaning in and catching my lips in a long, dirty kiss.
“When you’re ready,” he murmurs against my mouth, “we can play out any fantasy you’ve got hiding in that beautiful head of yours.” He licks into the kiss, making my knees weak, then leans in to whisper, “Maybe we set Blake up a spot in the woods—let him watch. Give him a proper show.”
A jolt of pure heat shoots through me. I can’t help the way my breath catches, or the way my thighs clench at the thought. Riot grins when he pulls back, eyes glinting, like he knows exactly what he just did to me.
As I get dressed, I realize how happy I am here between them. How safe they make me feel. I’m not afraid to tell them anything. Not my dreams or my secrets. Not the way I want both of them in every way my mind can imagine. They’ve never once judged me for anything I’ve said or done. Between these two devils, I’m finally free to want, to just be me.
Jasper’s behind me, pulling on a shirt, but I feel his eyes on us—always watching, always wanting. He catches my gaze in the mirror, a dangerous smile tugging at his mouth.
“You two coming?” he asks, voice thick with more than sleep.
I nod, trying to get my heartbeat under control, and follow them downstairs.
The house is unusually quiet, sun streaming through the windows onto the polished wood floors. The scent of coffee and bacon drifts from the kitchen, but there’s no one in sight. The table is already set—eggs, biscuits, fruit, the works—but every chair is empty.
I look around, confused. “Where is everybody?”
