Page 43 of Chaos & Carnage

My eyes widen with surprise and flick up to Cain’s, finding nothing but sincerity in his gaze. Adrenaline pours into my veins as excitement licks up my spine. Instead of answering him with my words, I lean forward until I’m perched on all fours, forcing Oliver to shift to my side, and I use my mouth to tell him what I want.

I lick my tongue along the underside of his cock, swirling it around his tip before lowering my lips over his shaft. Cain hisses, and I soak it up, loving how I can make him come undone so easily.

“I do love it when your mouth is full of my cock,” he groans. “I don’t even care that Enzo is between your thighs and that silent fucker is watching us all like we’re live entertainment.”

His hands move to cup the back of my head and I swallow him down deep while Enzo eats me out and Oliver sets my skin on fire. When Enzo trails his slickened fingers backward, I hum my approval, and having gotten the go-ahead, he slides one in. My back arches, forcing his finger in further while I swallow Cain deeper.

Oliver’s fingers brush along my spine until he reaches my hip, charting a path around to my lower belly and down between my thighs until he sinks three of them inside me, filling me completely.

Cain’s hands tighten in my hair, and he begins thrusting his hips, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat while Oliver’s fingers match his pace and Enzo works a second finger into my ass.

Tears gather in my eyes, every muscle in my body pulling tight as a ball of energy builds in my core, gathering momentum with every thrust and groan. Knowing that all three of them are working together is what sends me freefalling into yet another orgasm.

I can feel Cain pulsing in my mouth, on the verge of exploding, but he somehow manages to hold off. Once the first waves of my climax pass, Cain pulls me off his dick. “I need to feel your walls clenching around my cock the next time you come.” His words come out in a growl as he yanks me into his lap, his pulsing erection sliding into my slick heat. I cry out as his piercing drags along my overly sensitive walls, threatening to send me headfirst into yet another orgasm as I struggle to grasp the remaining fragments of my sanity.

Enzo and Oliver don’t allow Cain to monopolize all of my attention. They swiftly follow his change in position, Oliver claiming my lips while Enzo’s heat envelops my back. Cain’s hand grips my hips possessively, using his hold to lift me up before slamming me back down onto his length.

Ripping my lips from Oliver’s, I throw my head back and cry out. My hand slides over Oliver’s chest, down his chiseled abs, before pushing under the waistband of his boxers. Helping me out, he lowers them over his hips so his cock springs free, and I slide my hand over his erection until he’s thrusting into my palm.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, watching me bounce up and down on Cain before he leans in to suck my nipple into his mouth.

A moment later, I feel the head of Enzo’s dick pressing against my back passage. “You ready for more, Spitfire?” he growls in my ear.

“God, yes,” I gasp as he presses forward, feeling the burn of the stretch as he slowly but steadily sinks into me.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts, and Cain groans, obviously feeling the increased pressure. He slows his pace until Enzo is fully seated, the two of them taking a moment to find their rhythm, but as soon as they do… the last of my sanity falls away and nothing exists except them and me.

“Need more,” I pant, gazing hungrily at Oliver as both Cain and Enzo slam into me. “Please.”

With a smirk, he’s on his feet, his cock jutting out in front of him like a lone sentinel begging my mouth to take it captive. Knowing it won’t be long before I’m shaking with another inevitable orgasm, I don’t waste time sucking him into my mouth until his balls hit my chin and his tip grazes the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell, Trouble. You’re so damn good at that.” Oliver brushes my hair back from my face with a surprising reverence, given our situation. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look, taking all of us? Like a true queen.”

I can’t do anything but stare up at him through teary eyes as he starts to fuck my face, the three of them finding a rhythm that suits us all. I’m conscious that one of my men is missing, our bond feeling incomplete without all of us in this together.

Blinking away my tears, I glance in his direction out of the corner of my eyes. He’s still leaning against the door, looking relaxed for all the world to see, except I notice the tense set of his shoulders. The only tell that he’s not absolutely furious is the fact that he is still rubbing his hand up and down the front of his boxers. However, he makes no move to insert himself, apparently content to simply watch. Still, I take the fact that he hasn’t stormed out or ripped me away from the others as a positive sign, and the way he’s staring at me… he’s clearly enjoying what he’s seeing, even if he’s unsure about joining in.

I feel Oliver swell in my mouth, and just before he blows his load, he pulls out, spilling his seed over my chest instead. “Fuck,” he grunts, trailing a finger through his release before smearing it over my tits. “I love seeing you covered in my cum. You should walk around like that all the time.”

His words surprise me. Oliver has never been the territorial type, not in the same way Cain and Dante are, but given the circumstances, his inner possessiveness is showing… and I’m so here for it.

Enzo comes next, following Oliver’s lead and pulling out at the last second, his climax hitting my back. Their undeniable claim has my legs quaking. My heart is slamming against my chest at what promises to be the most intense orgasm yet, or ever. It starts a slow climb, unfurling from my core and creeping through my veins until I can feel it in my fingers and toes.

My walls begin to clench and Cain grunts, though rather than upping his pace like I know he wants to, he lifts me off him. I whimper in protest, but he quickly turns me in his lap so my back is to his chest before sliding back in.

“Show Dante what he’s missing, baby. Let him see how fucking sexy you look wearing our cum.”

My eyes clash with Dante’s, whose gaze drops to where Cain is sinking into me in hard, fast thrusts before slowly trailing up to my breasts which are bouncing with each motion. He sees the cum glistening on my chest before lifting his gaze to meet my heated one.

Biting down on my earlobe, Cain murmurs, “fuck me,” before ceasing his fast pace and allowing me to take over. I do as he says, moving up and down his cock as I chase my release while he cups my breast with one hand and his other moves between my thighs.

The entire time, I keep my gaze on Dante, observing him watch me fuck Cain until I’m screaming my release and Cain’s seed paints my inner walls. I collapse against him, breathless and panting, my body boneless just like he promised. Still, I’m not done yet. There’s one guy left, and I refuse to let him sit on the sidelines any longer.

Leaning back against Cain, I cock a brow at Dante, throwing out a silent challenge. His eyes narrow, but that’s his only tell. The only indicator that he’s not a statue. He makes no attempt to move toward me, and I patiently wait him out.

Seconds tick by, and right as I’m about to push out of Cain’s arms, intent on going to him, he steps forward. I swallow down my gasp, not daring to even blink as he crosses the room toward me.

When Dante is standing at the side of the bed, he reaches out a hand, running a finger along my swollen lower lip. My tongue flicks out, wrapping around his finger and sucking it into my mouth. His eyes smolder, the muscles in his arms bunching and loosening as though he’s trying to hold himself back from tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of here. There’s something undeniably hot about that. However, the uncertainty in his eyes pulls me up short. He might want me, but he’s unsure aboutthis.

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