Page 111 of Knuckles & Knives
“So fucking beautiful,” Dom growls, his scarred knuckles gentle as they trace the line of my spine. “Our queen. Our everything.”
Marcus moves between my legs, his designer glasses slightly fogged as he looks up at me with the kind of hunger that makes my core clench with need. His hands slide up my thighs, fingers hooking in the waistband of my panties. “May I?” he asks, ever the gentleman even when his voice is rough with desire.
“Please,” I breathe, and he slides the lace down my legs with reverent care, his mouth following the path of the fabric with hot, open-mouthed kisses that make me arch against the table.
Axel appears at my side, his wild energy focused entirely on the task of removing my bra with fingers that shake slightly with anticipation. “Fuck, I love seeing you like this,” he murmurs, his accent thicker with arousal. “Spread out on the table where you just conquered the world. Mine. Ours.”
The bra joins my panties on the floor, leaving me completely bare except for the thigh-high stockings that Dom’s hands are now tracing with possessive appreciation. Four pairs of eyes drink in every inch of exposed skin, four voices murmur praise and promises that make heat pool low in my belly.
“Your turn,” I manage, my voice barely recognizable with want. “I want to see all of you.”
What follows is the most erotic strip show of my life—four powerful men undressing with the same coordinated efficiency they bring to everything else, every movement calculated to drive my arousal higher. Kieran’s expensive suit peels away to reveal the lean muscle beneath, his body pale and perfect except for the small scars that mark him as mine. Dom’s shirt strains against his massive frame before giving way to reveal the intricate tattoo work that covers his chest and arms. Marcus strips with methodical precision, his normally controlled facade cracking to reveal the desperate need beneath. And Axel—beautiful, chaotic Axel—practically tears his clothes off, his urgency infectious.
“Better,” I purr, drinking in the sight of four naked men whose attention is focused entirely on me. “Much better.”
Marcus kneels between my spread thighs, his breath hot against my center as he looks up at me with dark eyes. “Let me taste you,” he requests, his usual composure completely shattered. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
“Yes,” I gasp, and his mouth is on me instantly, tongue stroking and circling with the same precision he brings to financial analysis. The sensation is overwhelming, made more intense by the knowledge that Kieran, Dom, and Axel are watching every reaction, cataloging every sound I make.
Dom’s mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it between his lips with gentle suction that makes me cry out. Kieran captures the sound with his mouth, kissing me deeply while his hands tangle in my hair. And Axel—God, Axel’s fingers trace patterns along my skin that seem to connect directly to every nerve ending I possess.
“More,” I beg, my hips arching against Marcus’s mouth as pleasure builds to impossible heights. “I need more. I need all of you.”
“Greedy,” Kieran murmurs against my lips, but his tone is full of love and admiration. “Our perfect, greedy queen.”
Marcus’s tongue works magic between my thighs, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit that has me gasping and writhing against the polished wood. Dom’s mouth moves to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple just hard enough to make me see stars. Kieran’s hands roam my body like he’s trying to memorize every curve, every response. And Axel’s fingers trace the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, adding another layer of sensation that threatens to drive me over the edge.
“Not yet,” I pant, pulling at Marcus’s dark hair until he looks up at me with questioning eyes. “Together. I want to come with all of you.”
“Fuck,” Dom growls, his control clearly hanging by a thread. “How do you want us, baby?”
I sit up on the table, my body trembling with need and power and the absolute certainty that what we’re about to do will bind us together in ways that go beyond the physical. “Kieran,” I breathe, reaching for him. “I want you inside me. And Dom…” I turn to my protective enforcer, whose dark eyes burn with possessive hunger. “I want your mouth on me while he fucks me.”
“And us?” Axel asks, his voice rough with want.
“You’re going to watch,” I tell him and Marcus, my voice carrying the authority that comes from absolute trust. “You’re going to tell me how beautiful I look taking Kieran’s cock while Dom makes me scream. And then we’re going to switch, and switch again, until everyone has claimed me in every way possible.”
The sound that escapes Dom’s throat is pure animal hunger. “Christ, Raven. The things you do to us.”
Kieran positions himself at the edge of the table, his cock hard and perfect as he lines up with my entrance. “You sure about this?” he asks, though his hands are already gripping my hips with desperate need. “Here? Now?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I reply, and he pushes inside me with one smooth thrust that makes us both cry out with relief and pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, his ice-blue eyes dark with worship as he begins to move. “So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for us.”
Dom kneels at the edge of the table, his massive frame putting him at the perfect height to lower his mouth to whereKieran and I are joined. The sensation of his tongue on my clit while Kieran moves inside me is indescribable—waves of pleasure that build and crest and build again until I’m sobbing with the intensity of it.
“Beautiful,” Marcus breathes from where he stands watching, his hand moving slowly over his own arousal. “Absolutely fucking beautiful. Look at her, Axel. Look at our queen taking what she needs.”
“Magnificent,” Axel agrees, his voice thick with arousal and admiration. “The way she moves. The sounds she makes. Christ, I could watch this forever.”
Their words wash over me like physical caresses, adding another layer to the overwhelming sensation of being completely surrounded by love and desire. Kieran’s hands grip my hips as he thrusts deeper, his rhythm perfectly coordinated with Dom’s tongue. The pleasure builds to impossible heights, threatening to shatter me completely.
“That’s it, baby,” Dom murmurs against my center, his voice muffled but still carrying absolute authority. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
“Come for us,” Kieran commands, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “Show us how good we make you feel.”
The climax hits like lightning, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending as I arch against the table and cry out their names. Kieran’s rhythm stutters as I clench around him, his own release following seconds later as he buries his face in my neck and groans my name like a prayer.
