Page 178 of Boy of Ruin
He presses his brow to my back, slowly pulling out of me with another groan.
Then, before I can catch my breath, he’s flipping me on my back. Lucifer lets go of my hair, but he doesn’t say anything, and suddenly I’m staring up at the high ceilings of the cabin, and Ezra is crawling over me.
He smiles down at me, those dark eyes gleaming in the darkness.
“You thought we were done, Sid?” he says, dipping his head and trailing his hot tongue down my throat.
I crane my neck back, look at my husband upside down.
He’s watching us, his hand around his cock, but there’s a scowl on his face, his jaw clenched.
“Get off her,” he says, his voice quiet and cold.
Ezra laughs against my throat, sliding his tongue lower, dipping over my collarbone, then between my breasts, before he pulls my nipple into his mouth, biting.
My nails find his broad back and I dig them in, gasping.
“Get the fuck off of her,” Lucifer says, stepping closer.
Ezra lifts his head, then presses his mouth to mine for one brief second before he does as Lucifer says, getting off and, before I can think to say anything, Lucifer takes his place, his hands planted on either side of my head.
He pushes into me before I can breathe. I’ve never been this wet before. Never been so full of cum.
As I gasp, I catch sight of Maverick and Atlas both kneeling over me, by my head.
Lucifer grips my jaw, tilts my head up.
“Stick out your tongue, baby girl, you’re not done.”
My eyes connect with Maverick’s, then Atlas’s, and I realize they’re both pumping themselves, and I do as my husband said, sticking out my tongue as Lucifer fucks me, heat rushing between my thighs, pleasure building at being used by them.
All of them.
My tits heave as Lucifer drives into me, hard and fast like he wants to fuck Ezra and Cain out of me. Like he wants to make sure he undoes everything they did to me.
His hand leaves my jaw, trails down my chest, over my belly.
I suck in a breath, turn my head to look up at him, my tongue still out, Maverick and Atlas still staring at me.
Lucifer’s thumb is so close to that wound. Jeremiah’s initial.
But he doesn’t seem to be thinking about that. His face is full of…something else. Something like…marvel, even as sweat beads over his temple, the way he’s fucking me so damn hard.
But he slows, rolling his hips as I moan. Atlas grabs my hand and forces my arm over my head and my fingers around his cock.
He uses my hand to stroke him, but my other hand is on my husband’s shoulders as I stare at him. Consumed by him, my legs spread for him.
He slows his pace, burying himself inside of me, then not moving at all.
“This mine?” he asks me quietly, stroking his thumb even closer to the cut on my low belly.
A shiver crawls over my body, a lump forms in my throat at Atlas uses my hand and I hear Mav groan as he says, “My sister is fucking beautiful, isn’t she pretty girl?” But I focus on my husband’s eyes.
His tired, beautiful eyes.
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing it’s true. The timing for when Maverick and I fucked is off, and besides that, he pulled out. Not always fool proof, but Mayhem seems to have some…experience.
“Yeah?” I hear the crack in that word. The emotion behind it. His fingers tremble on my belly.
