Page 42 of Chaos & Carnage

This is a tentative moment—the bridging of a gap. If I can get Oliver and Enzo to play together, then there’s hope for Cain and Dante. Oliver holds my gaze, and I know he can see my anxiety despite how hard I try to hide it. My concern that he’ll say no. That Cain and Dante won’t be on board. That this will all fall apart. Shedding any pretense, I drop my guard and show him how much I need this. How much I need them—allof them. How much I need the reassurance that the future we are fighting for is possible. That it’s not a futile hope I’m desperately clinging to because I don’t want to see the reality staring me in the face.

My heart is lodged in my throat, the seconds ticking by achingly slow as Oliver keeps me in suspense, before he finally leans forward.

I don’t even blink, waiting with bated breath to see what he will do. Only the yearning darkening of his normally pale blue eyes stops me from descending into a panic.

Reaching out his hands, his fingers feather over my sides before hooking into my panties. With a bit of help from Enzo, he peels them over my ass and down my legs before tossing them to Cain.

Cain catches them without even looking, his eyes zeroed in on Enzo’s fingers as they brush my lower stomach, trailing lower still to where I need him most. Beneath their gazes and Enzo’s sensual touch, my breathing becomes labored, my chest heaving as I silently will him to move lower.

“Spread your legs, Spitfire.” Enzo’s voice is a husky purr in my ear. “Show them how wet you are for me.”

“Forus,” Cain growls, glowering at Enzo before focusing on me, his eyes softening with lust and adoration. “I want to see how wet you arefor us.”

Goosebumps pebble my heated skin at the possessive demand, excitement combined with the thought that this might actually happen turning my core molten. Lifting one leg at a time, I place them on the outside of Enzo’s, planting my feet on the bed and bringing my knees up so Cain and Oliver have a front-row seat to my already glistening pussy.

Oliver groans, cursing under his breath while Cain licks his lips like he wants to dive in and taste me.Yes, please!My breath catches as Enzo’s fingers graze my nub before stroking my folds, his touch gentle, teasing. Resting my head against his chest, I tilt my hips, seeking him out.

He tsks but gives me what I need before I can reprimand him. My whole body jolts as his thumb presses on my clit, his fingers circling my entrance before sliding inside. My breath leaves me in a whoosh as my eyes fall closed, satisfaction coursing through me as a chorus of curses and low groans vibrate around me.

Before I can wholly lose myself to pleasure, panic has my eyes snapping open as I twist to look over Enzo’s shoulder.

“He’s still here,” Enzo reassures as my eyes clash with Dante’s, my body instantly relaxing under Enzo’s coaxing touch. “He won’t leave. He might not join in, but he won’t leave.”

I want him to join in, but I know he’s going to be the most resistant to this, and I equally don’t want to push him too far, so if all he does is stay and watch, then I can settle for that… for now.

As my eyes run over him, I notice his tense posture, as though he’s holding himself back. Either from pulling me away from Enzo’s touch and Cain and Oliver’s prying eyes, or because he wants his hands on me too, I’m not really sure. Certainly, based on the large bulge in his boxers and the dark pits his eyes have turned, he’s enjoying the show, and well… if he’s only going to watch, then I’m happy to put on one hell of a show for him.

I keep my eyes trained on him as I rock my hips, pushing Enzo’s fingers deeper until I’m breathing heavily and my nipples are pebbled, the fabric of my bra rubbing them raw as I chase my release. The slick sound of my mounting pleasure is the only noise in the room, followed by the occasional pained groan. As I watch, Dante moves a hand to cup his balls through his boxers, giving them a squeeze before running his palm over his erection. His eyes, which are glued to mine, are lidded and heavy with desire, even if he makes no move to act on it.

Simply seeing how much he wants me is my undoing, and my body trembles in Enzo’s embrace as waves of pleasure crash over me. I’m still riding the aftershocks when the dipping of the mattress draws my attention from Dante, and I turn my head to find Oliver crawling down the bed toward me, his hungry gaze on my apex. He lowers his head, kissing his way up one thigh before doing the same on the other. The touch is soft and sweet, exactly Oliver’s style, and it fills my heart with all sorts of sappy feelings while simultaneously heating my blood.

As Enzo withdraws his fingers, Oliver leans in to lick up my slit. I shudder, my nails digging into Enzo’s thighs as I arch my back, already needing another release—this time under Oliver’s ministrations.

Still wet from my orgasm, Enzo moves to rub at my clit, while Oliver’s tongue delves into my channel. The combination of their touches sends me catapulting into an even more explosive climax that has every muscle going taut before I sag against Enzo’s chest, catching my breath.

My eyes are closed, but when lips meet mine, licking along the seam until I open, I know it’s Oliver. Our kiss is slow and languid, as if we have all the time in the world. In this moment, it feels like we do. Despite the mounting problems outside that door, in here, it’s just us. Just my love for these four unlikely men and their love for me.

So, rather than fretting over the hundred-and-one worries that constantly plague me nowadays, I let them all fall by the wayside and focus on the reverent way in which Oliver’s tongue slides over mine, on Enzo’s adoring touch as he gently strips me of my bra and strokes my skin, on the searing heat I can feel burning into me from Cain and Dante’s eyes.

Enzo maneuvers me onto my knees and Oliver adjusts, kissing his way down my body. Reaching my chest, he draws a nipple into his mouth and coaxes it into a sharp point before doing the same to the other. Each suck, kiss, and bite has my already oversensitive body shaking. When I feel Enzo’s tongue between my thighs, licking all the way to my rear, my fingers thread through Oliver’s hair, holding him to me as the pleasurable sensations send my body into overdrive.

I shudder when Enzo’s tongue circles my puckered hole, his fingers easily sliding into my soaking wet channel. Feeling a third presence, I peel my eyes open, not realizing I’d closed them. Cain has leaned forward, his eyes raking up and down my body, unable to settle on one spot as he drinks in my response to Oliver and Enzo.

Noticing movement in the corner of my eye, I drop my gaze. My eyes flare with hunger. Cain slowly fists himself, his motions becoming more deliberate when he realizes he has my full attention.

“Do you like what Oliver and Enzo are doing, baby?”

It’s obvious that I do, and obvious that Cain likes it too. Still, I breathe out a “Yes.”

“Is that what you wanted? All of us worshiping at your altar, giving you screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm?”

“It is.” Again, the words are breathless beneath his heated stare, Enzo’s wicked tongue, and Oliver’s enticing kisses.

“You might regret that when you’re boneless, unable to stand, your voice hoarse from screaming, and your brain so addled that you can’t even remember your own name.”

Apparently liking that idea, Oliver bites down on my nipple, sending a shot of pain straight to my middle, and Enzo ups the pace of his fingering, the strokes of his tongue matching them until I’m shaking and moaning, already close to coming again.

“Well, since you’re the one running this ship, tell us what you want?”

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