Page 40 of Perfect Convergence

I laugh into my mug before taking a sip of the coffee. That’s where they are.

Back down the hallway, I stop in front of an open door. Inside, I see Wren bent over the bed with Rhett kneeling in between her legs. He has his fingers moving in and out of her, and there’s a trail of blood dripping down her leg.

There’s a towel discarded on the floor. It looks like Wren just got out of the shower.

“Let me guess,” I say, sipping my coffee and stepping into the room. “He saw blood and turned completely feral.”

Wren moans as Rhett tosses me a smirk over his shoulder. His face is smeared with red.

There’s a short dresser on the far side of the wall. I walk over and lean against it, taking in the view.

Wren is completely bare, groaning into the mattress. Rhett seems to be taking his time, spearing her with his fingers and rubbing her clit with his other hand.

“Please, Rhett. Please.”

“I’m not done yet,” he says, pulling his fingers away and giving her a long, slow lick instead.

“How long have you had her on the edge for?” I ask.

“Not long enough.”

Wren screams frustratedly into the bed, fisting the sheets.

“Do you want my cock, my beautiful whore?”

“Yes,” she cries.

“Mmm. My guess is you want Ell’s too?”

When she turns her head to look at me, her eyes are wild. Desperate. “Yes, please.”

“I dunno, Rhett. Doesn’t sound like she wants it that bad.”

My comment earns me a death glare, and I have to stop myself from laughing at her misery.

“Do you want his cock buried down your throat? Like what I did to him last night?”

“Yes,” she sobs.

Pulling away, he says, “In a minute.”

He stands, pulling her up with him and getting red on her arms. Then he turns her around, smearing blood over her breasts.

I’d stop him, but I know he wouldn’t do this without her permission. He knows very well that not everyone is into blood play.

“Perfect,” Rhett mutters, half to himself, looking Wren up and down. “Fucking perfect.”

Setting my mug on the dresser, I step toward them. “You want us to take you at the same time, love?”

She nods.

“Do you think she’s earned it, Rhett?”

He looks down at her, watching as her eyes widen with the fear of him saying no. But there’s also a hint of delight.

“I think she still needs to work for it. On your knees, sweetheart.”

I grab the towel and place it at her feet, not wanting to get blood on the floor. She drops onto it, placing her hands on Rhett’s thighs and staring up at him.

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