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Jonas does as he’s told, leaning over me, sweat-misted body covering me. “But I needit.” He whines softly, but keeps pumping his hips, dragging the head of his cock over and over my G-spot. Then goes back to switching his kisses between me and Damon. It’s so dirty, so raw, so beautiful. Their love is so tangible it brings tears to my eyes. I love them so much.
I am so crazy for all of them.
I squeeze Maverick’s hand, letting it go to pull him closer to me. He twists over Jonas’ big body putting more pressure on me.I suffocate in their madness, completely aware that I am exactly where I want to be; lost in my men.
I stare into those wicked grin eyes of his as I lick up Jonas’ bicep. “I love you.” My eyes roll back when I’m thrusted into harder. God yes. “Jonas,” I gasp, “I love you. Damon!”
Jonas erupts with a roar, shaking above me, biceps flexing with each throb of his dick. He slips out of me and beside Damon but he doesn’t stop playing with me. His hands skim every inch of my sweat-misted body, landing back on my clit, murmuring praises.
Maverick’s jaw loosens just a bit, then flexes as he lowers it, plush lips parting. He looks proud of me. His burning gaze is so full of lust and love, even though I know whateveris going to come out of his mouth is going to be filthy and partially condescending. But I'm going to love it anyway. “Just a filthy fucking girl. Just look at your pussy, clamping around me, sucking me deeper. Is that what you want?”
“Please! I w-want my h-husbands to come with me! Please!” Ibeg, clawing at the muscles beneath his shoulder blades to his ribs. He likes to hurt me - I love to show him how beautiful his beast really is.
With Damon’s erect dick still in my ass, Jonas’ fingers playing with my clit, Maverick yanks me up to him so we’re nose-to-nose and takes my mouth. Damon continues pumping into me and I swear I purr from the change of angle.
“Christ, Maverick.” Damon grunts.
“Such a pretty girl. That’s it. Fuck me back, Siren. You take my dick so fucking good.”
“Maverick!”
The rumble in Maverick’s chest is dangerous. “Our wife is such a slut for her men. Now make a mess of me. Show me your love, Raven. There you go. Fuck. Siren. Don’t stop, Damon. I can feel her. Keep… Christ. Fuck. There you go… FUCK.”
Their names rip out of my throat in a broken, raspy scream. Stars in every color shoot across my vision, blurring it. Every ounce of whatever is in me- hellfire- sin- liquid heat- comes out of me so strongly I tremble, locking up with a shattered gasp that feels like every single one of my organs is seizing as Damon and Maverick pulsate inside of me.
With a shiver, I black out.
Chapter Twelve
Jonas.
She comes to with a deep inhale after we’ve cleaned her up, put her in some black leggings, a purple cami and my hoodie. We also have her wrapped up in a blanket laying across my lap, head on my chest. Her feet are in Mav’s lap and Damon is kneeling on the ground, just gazing down at her, rubbing his knuckles across her cheekbone.
He grins at her and she moves her hand from under the blanket until it’s out all the way. She cups his jaw and murmurs something in French but he shakes his head, replying softly. He kisses each of her fingers then has her cup his jaw again, leaning into her touch. “My beautiful wife…”
Raven hums happily in my arms and kisses me under my jaw. I grin because she’s a fucking mess. Her hair is crazy and the remaining mascara she had on is all over her cheeks, but yeah, she’s fucking gorgeous. I also don’t miss the way she tries to sneakily look at the tattoo on her wrist. I really hope one day she doesn’t have to look at it. That one day, all those bad things in her head somehow disappear and she knows we’re real. That all of this isreal.
We all let out a collective scream when the blushing flight attendant comes out, speaking to the floor, letting us know that we’ll be landing soon. She disappears then we all start laughing. With wide eyes I look at Mav and Damon. “Um… any chance she didn’t hear us fuck our wife until she passed out?”
Raven lets out a mortified groan and covers her face but I can feel how hard she’s shaking from laughing. She buries her face in my chest so I kiss the top of her head.
Damon blushes and Maverick clears his throat to speak. “I uh… didn’t even remember she was here.”
I feel a little guilty because,same. But we all get in our respective seats, put our seatbelts on and get ready to land.
Once we’re on the tarmac in Spain, I flick my gaze over to Damon who’s currently looking at his phone. Like he can feel me watching him, he looks up, locks eyes with me and sends me a wink.
Fuck yes.Operation: Fuck with Sofiais on.
Mostly, I can't wait for baby girl to see what we have for her.
We climb into an unsuspecting SUV Aleksi has most likely set up for us for it to be this way. Because discretion isexactlywhat we need. And our driver is Ivan, Mom’s bodyguard. He asks about our wedding, making small talk with Maverick who’s in the front with him riding passenger-side. The vehicle is taking us not to a house or a hotel, but straight to the outskirts of Madrid, away from all the tourist hotspots.
Raven eyes us curiously but I only grin at her. She sighs heavily and taps her fingers to her knees. I don’t say anything because I’m really excited about this surprise for her. Not only do I think she’s gonna love it, but I’m curious to see how she’s going to deal with her mother exactly.
Sofia is a bitch. The handful of times I was forced in her presence always made me feel sick. She was pretty on the outside, sure. But the ugliness inside of her made me think of a lizard with scratchy scales.
When Raven killed John Weston Monroe, we were only a few minutes behind her. She wanted to confront him alone, so we heard a few of the things he had to say. How it wasjustbusiness. That she wasjust an asset.And the only thing I could think was ‘But where was Sofia in all of this?’ My mom doesn’t really like to bring up that I’m adopted, and mostly, she’s never made me feel like I am. She’s treated me like a mother should, and she’s guided me even in my darkest times. She’s the best. But one thing my mom does say is, ‘you may not be born of my body, but you are still my son.’
