Page 125 of Light the Fire

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Haina

If I’d known life could be this good on the outside, I would have escaped Moord’s clutches ages ago.

Three gorgeous naked men, worshipped my body in the dark as rain pummeled the metal roof and thunder and lightning cracked and rumbled overhead.

But I wasn’t scared.

How could I be scared of the storm outside when I had three beautiful men lighting up my life and comforting me with their warm bodies and soothing kisses?

I wasn’t scared. I was excited. I was elated. I was at peace.

We had the cloaking device activated on the roof—hopefully, the rain didn’t cause it to fall off—and a plethora of loaded weapons sat ready on the kitchen counter and tables in the living room. Aside from the four of us sitting in camouflage clothing with our guns cocked and aimed at the door, we couldn’t really be more prepared for what seemed like the inevitable.

So we might as well make the most of the time we had left.

Sliding my hand back and forth over Rix’s cock as I brought him to the back of my throat had my hips grinding down on Zane’s lap of their own volition, desperate for friction against my swollen clit.

My eyes were closed, but I could feel the air shift and knew that Jorik had moved closer; I moaned when his lips pressed against my bare shoulder.

Zane dipped his head and captured one of my nipples between his lips, relieving their ache and sucking hard enough to make me gasp around Rix in my mouth.

Gathering up my hair, Rix took control of my movements, pushing himself deeper until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes flashed open, but the prickling heat of his gaze only made me smile around the silky hot steel in my mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, biting his lip and smiling down at me with fascination in his eyes.

The button on my pants was flipped open, and big, rough, warm fingers slid beneath the waistband.

I’d given up on wearing underwear for the most part. I hardly had any pairs with me, and I wasn’t able to do laundry frequently enough to keep up with the demand.

I popped open one eye to see which of my men was heading down my pants, only to catch the hooded, lust-filled eyes of my brooding Sunny Captain. Zane and I still had a long way to go—he was still an enigma wrapped in a riddle with a healthy dose of snark—but he was mine and worth the patience required to have him. We just needed to do things at his pace.

Rix, Jorik, and I had jumped into whatever it was we were headfirst and with gusto, but Zane was a more cautious and reserved person all around, so his pace would be different from ours.

I was just glad he wasn’t pushing me off him and stalking back to the bedroom with a tent in his pants and a scowl on his face. The fact that he was willing to join us was a huge step.

“Jesus, Kitten, you’re soaked,” he murmured, pushing two fingers past my clit and into my wet heat, pulling some of that arousal back up to begin circling my throbbing bud.

I bucked into his hands, rocking my hips against his cock, which was still in his boxers but desperately trying to break free.

I also still had Rix’s cock in my mouth, the tangy taste of his precum on my tongue making my neurons start to fire extra fast. Moaning, I took him deeper and twirled my tongue around him as I let him pull my head back until I reached the crown and wiggled my tongue against the slit.

He yanked on my head until I was forced to look up at him, fire burning bright in his soft brown eyes.

“Still haven’t felt that mouth on my cock,” Zane murmured. “Need to change that.”

I glanced at him, grinning. “We do. You’re right.”

With Jorik’s help, I climbed off Zane’s lap. My pants slid to the ground since Zane had already released the snap, so it was easy enough to step out of them.

Sinking to my knees in front of Zane, I shouldered his thighs apart and tugged at the waistband of his boxers until his cock sprang free.

Licking my lips, I dropped my head to his lap and took him in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Fuck me, Kitten,” he groaned, his hand falling to the top of my head and gathering my hair to take control just like Rix had.

“Told you,” Jorik murmured, humor in his tone. “Best fucking head of my goddamn life.”

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