Page 98 of Wicked Devotion
MAX
Logan watches while I use Lily to get myself off, palming his hardening cock through his pants. Makes me want to feel him so deep in my throat I can no longer breathe; until the combined taste of him and Lily is all I can remember.
Lily feels ethereal around me. So much better than I imagined in all those nights I’ve dreamed of this , starting from the goddamn moment I first laid eyes on her.And now that she’s finally mine, her wetness dripping down my cock, soaking my pushed-down boxers, it’s like I’ve entered heaven.
I just wish I hadn’t picked her up like this because the position keeps me from letting my hands wander all over her perfect body. The moment I want to change this, Logan gets thisveryspecific look. Smiling down at his knife, he cocks his head to the side while I prepare myself for what’s about to come.
“Hold her still for me.”
“Bad idea, Logan,” I mumble, slowing down.
“What do you say, pet?” he asks, pressing his knife against the underside of Lily’s chin until she meets his gaze. “Want to wear my name on your skin? Prove that you belong to me?”
We made it really far, but this right here is going to be the point where Lily says she’s out. At least I can keep the memory of her pussy, something to fantasize about when I’ll have my hand wrapped around my cock.
“Do it,” Lily says, and I choke on my own spit. “Please.”
“Put your feet on my thighs,” I say, shifting my hips. “I really don’t want you to slip.”
Logan grabs her thigh to hold her still, and finally, at least one of my hands is free to touch her.
I turn Lily’s head toward me, claiming her mouth right when Logan gets to work. The moment his knife pierces the skin of her inner thigh, she whimpers against my lips, but not once does she flinch. With every cut, she gets wetter, like the pain is causing her to milk my cock dry.
“Fucking perfect,” Logan mumbles, and when I look down, he’s licking over the cuts. Fresh blood is smeared all over the lower half of his face, pupils so blown his eyes seem pitch black, canines showing in a bloody grin.
There’s no light without darkness, just like there will never be a me without him.
I’ll stay with them forever. And if I have to chain the three of us into a fucking basement, then so be it.
“You like it, sweetheart?” Logan asks Lily, finally managing to drag himself away from her thigh. She looks down, nodding feverishly.
“I’ll mark you up properly soon. Want you and Max to match,” Logan whispers against her skin, kissing his way up her thigh.
It seems to be a bit much for Lily because she tries to close her legs. Logan is quick to keep her from moving, forcing her legs apart with a grip so tight I know the bruises are going to last for a while. With his help, it’s so much easier to thrust up into Lily, but apparently, simply holding her isn’t enough for Logan.
He brushes his hand over the mess on Lily’s thigh, smearing her blood over her cheek and her lips before he guides his fingers to her mouth, where her lips instinctively close around the digits.
Smiling proudly, he gives her a soft kiss on her cheek before he leans down.
Logan presses his tongue flat against Lily’s pussy, and she throws her head back against my shoulder as crescent moons form on my forearm from the way her nails dig into my skin when Logan starts sucking on her clit.
I’ve never witnessed Logan giving head. Not me, not anyone else. So, seeing him down there, focused on making Lily feel good, has my cock throbbing inside of her. And when his tongue trails down, licking her wetness off of me every time I slide out of her, I need every last bit of self-control not to come right fucking now.
Grabbing her waist, Logan bounces Lily up and down on my cock as I slide my hand down to cover her lower stomach, desperate to feel how deep I’m reaching.
Logan puts his hand on top of mine, but all of a sudden, Lily tries to free herself. Incoherent word fragments leave her mouth, mixed with desperate pleas, and it takes me a moment to decipher what she’s trying to tell us.
“Stop, stop—“
Worried, I slow down.
“I need to pee,” she says, her voice so shaky like she’s close to crying.
“No, you don’t,” I say, keeping my hand right on her stomach.
“Fuck her harder,” Logan demands.
“Fuck, no, Max, please.”
