Page 198 of Boy of Ruin
I feel the bed dip, and I arch my neck back, J’s hand still on my throat.
I see Lucifer behind me. The pain in his eyes.
“Fuck, Lucifer,” I gasp, and Jeremiah releases his grip on my ass, slaps my breast. I flinch, dropping my head, see the anger in his eyes.
“Look at me,” he commands me, “don’t you fucking look at him.” He brings his hand over my brand, his thumb tracing the J. “You belong to me, baby, you get that?” He thrusts his hips, working me harder. “Not him.” Then he wraps a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down, kissing me so hard my moans are drowned in his mouth.
A moment later, I feel Lucifer behind me. At my back.
I feel his fingers thread through my hair as he jerks my head back and I’m looking at the ceiling. J digs his short nails into my hip, over his name.
I gasp as Lucifer’s warm spit drips down my ass, and without waiting, he pushes his cock against me.
His fingers tighten in my hair, Jeremiah’s tighten around my hips as I try to ride him while Lucifer pushes into me.
My eyes water with the pain in my scalp, the pain from my husband, and I realize I’m holding my breath when Jeremiah lets up on pressing my wound. “You okay, baby?” he asks me, and the way his voice is so soft, so fucking…tender…my eyes are watering for a different reason entirely.
I chew my lip, my head still yanked back from Lucifer’s fingers in my hair.
But he slows, pushing into me.
He’s…gentle.
I can’t see him, but the feel of him, circling the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle instead of forcing himself in, it’s soft. Much softer than we usually fuck.
And when he finally gets the head in and I whimper, the sound lodged in my throat, he changes his grip on my hair. He threads his fingers through the strands, almost cradling my head as he leans forward, his chest against my back.
The pressure makes my thighs shake, the feel of him pushing into me, Jeremiah lodged inside of me.
But when my husband’s hand come to my throat, it’s reassuring. Comforting as his mouth comes to my ear. “Does it hurt, baby girl?”
I swallow down the emotion lodged in my throat. Swallow down knowing what happens when we’re done. He’s going to leave me.
He’s going to leave me.
I close my eyes tight as Jeremiah’s fingers caress my hips and I roll them, moving slowly on his cock, but the pain—emotions—it’s too much. I almost can’t move. Can’t breathe. Can’t….do anything but feel.
“Yes,” I tell Lucifer as he presses his lips just under my ear and my body trembles. “Yes,” I say again, opening my eyes and glancing down at J.
He’s staring up at me in…something like wonder.
Something like…anguish.
I don’t know how we ended up here.
How they agreed to share me, but I know that we need it. And we’ve needed it for a long time.
Lucifer kisses me again, pushing further into me as he does until they’re both deep inside of me and the feeling of fullness is…everything.
They’re both spreading me apart, keeping me together.
And as Lucifer pulls out, pushes back into me, and Jeremiah guides my hips, still staring at me, at Lucifer’s hand wrapped around my throat, I’ve never felt anything more perfect.
Painful, fulfilling. Heartachingly good.
They both pick up speed, becoming rougher, harder. Lucifer’s fingers are squeezing my throat so tight, my breaths are just shallow gasps.
But I don’t care.
