Page 55 of Knuckles & Knives
“Equal access,” Axel says, his fingers tracing patterns on my arm. “No favorites, no hierarchy.”
“And most importantly,” Marcus’s cool voice cuts through the heat building between us, “what happens between us stays between us. The outside world sees a united front, always.”
I nod, trying to process their words through the haze of desire their proximity is creating. “Anything else?”
“Just one more thing,” Dom says, his hands settling on my shoulders. “If you ever want out, if this becomes too much, you tell us immediately. Your happiness matters more than our egos.”
The tenderness beneath his gruff exterior nearly undoes me. “And if one of you wants out?”
“Won’t happen,” Axel says with absolute certainty. “You’re ours now,brujita. We’re not letting you go.”
“Then I guess we’re doing this,” I whisper.
The words have barely left my lips when Dom spins me around, his mouth crushing down on mine with months of pent-up desire. His kiss is possession and promise combined, and I melt into him completely. When he finally releases me, I’m breathing hard and dizzy with want.
“My turn,” Kieran murmurs, pulling me against him. His kiss is different—controlled but intense, like he’s claiming me with calculated precision. When he pulls back, his ice-blue eyes are burning.
Axel doesn’t wait for permission. He simply takes, his kiss wild and passionate, full of the chaotic energy that makes him so irresistible. I’m gasping when he releases me, my knees weak.
Marcus approaches last, his movements deliberate. When his lips find mine, the kiss is surprisingly gentle, almost reverent,but no less intense. It’s the kiss of a man who’s been watching and waiting, who’s finally allowed to claim what he’s wanted.
When he steps back, I’m trembling with need and overwhelmed by the reality of what just happened.
“So,” I manage, my voice husky, “what now?”
“Now,” Dom says, his voice rough with desire, “we seal this properly.”
Before I can ask what he means, hands are on me—removing my weapons, my boots, the tactical gear I’m still wearing from the attack. Not rushed, but deliberate, worshipful. Four sets of hands touching, claiming, learning.
“Beautiful,” Axel murmurs against my throat. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Ours,” Kieran adds, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“Completely ours,” Marcus agrees, his usually controlled voice tight with desire.
Dom’s hands frame my face, forcing me to look at him. “Last chance to change your mind, Raven. After tonight, you belong to all of us.”
I meet his gaze steadily, seeing the vulnerability he’s trying to hide beneath his commanding exterior. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
What follows is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The air in the room becomes electric, charged with desire and possession as four sets of hands begin their worship of my body.
Dom’s calloused fingers trace the curve of my spine with reverent precision, each touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. “So perfect,” he murmurs against my shoulder blade, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Been dreaming about this for months.”
Kieran’s mouth finds the hollow of my throat, his tongue flicking against my pulse point until I’m gasping. His hands,always so controlled in business, shake slightly as they map the curve of my hips. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers against my skin. “How many nights I’ve imagined having you exactly like this.”
“Tell me,” I breathe, arching into their touches.
“I’ve imagined taking you in my office,” Kieran’s voice is rough velvet against my ear. “Bending you over my desk while the entire Sterling board waits outside. Making you come so hard you scream my name and let everyone know who you belong to.”
Axel’s laugh is dark and wicked as his mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear. “That’s tame compared to what I’ve been thinking, beautiful. I’ve wanted to take you on the fight ring floor, with the crowd watching, showing everyone that you’re mine.”
His teeth nip at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve wanted to tie you up with silk ropes and worship every inch of your skin until you’re begging. Until you’re so desperate you can’t form words.”
Marcus’s hands are surprisingly gentle as they frame my face, but his dark eyes burn with intensity. “I’ve catalogued every reaction, every sound you make,” he says, his usual analytical tone rough with desire. “I know exactly how to touch you to make you come apart in my hands.”
To prove his point, his fingers find that spot on my neck that makes me melt, pressing with just the right amount of pressure until I’m moaning softly.
“Show me,” I whisper. “Show me everything.”
