Page 77 of Dukes of Peril

“Yeah, like that,” I tell him, hips rising off the bed. He takes the bait, following my rhythm, fucking in and out until the burn has transformed into a toe-curling enjoyment of the fullness.

“Damn, you’ve really come a long way.” Sy and I both tense, our gazes whipping to his open door. Remy’s body forms a casual slant against the jamb. He’s shirtless, arms crossed, eyes hooded as he observes us. “You don’t even look like you want to kill her. I’m proud, man.”

Sy stiffens over me, hand pulling back. I grab his wrist, keeping him from leaving me.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Remy says, eyes blazing as they trail over my naked body. “I’ve been here since she came her brains out on your tongue, but if you’d rather I leave…?” He jabs a thumb over his shoulder, eyes questioning.

Sy gives me a quick look, his cock pressing against my thigh. There’s a question in his eyes, and I know he’d tell Remy to get lost if I asked him to. But I also see a thread of relief there, understanding that it might make this easier, knowing he has someone to be accountable to.

“Then stop hovering in the doorway,” I tell Remy, watching some of the tension in Sy’s shoulders unwind.

Remy stalks to the bed, replying, “If you insist.” He’s never looked more menacingly feline, the ink on his skin shifting with his every movement. His jeans are slung low on his hips, giving me a peek of the crescent moon I’d tattooed there, and when he eases down on the edge of the bed, I mourn the loss of it. He asks, “What do you think?” and palms my inner thigh, peering down for a look. “Can you take four, Vinny?”

I nod, pushing past the tickle of uncertainty in my belly. “I want to try.”

He turns his gaze to mine. “I was hoping you’d say that.” When he reaches up, finger tracing my bottom lip, there’s a spark of hunger in his eyes that momentarily consumes me. He uses it to push his finger past my teeth, wetting it on my tongue. That flinty need in his eyes burns brighter when I close my lips around his knuckle, sucking. Briefly, his eyelids flutter. “Good girl.”

He pops his finger out, slick with my saliva, while Sy shifts to give room. Watching the two of them, both their attention fixed to my center, might be even hotter than what comes next. There’s a nudge of pressure as Remy prods his way in, thumb giving my clit a soft, idle stroke as he breaks through the resistance, sliding into my entrance alongside Sy’s fingers.

Remy moves slowly, deliberately, widening me with every inch. “Breathe,” he says, reaching up to stroke a warm palm over my breast. He glances at Sy. “You, too.”

We both inhale and exhale at the same time, and that simple move allows Remy to push in deeper.

“Oh,fuck.” I bite down on my bottom lip at the intensity of the utter fullness. “That feels so–it’s so much, but–so good.”

Ignoring my incoherent rambling, Remy says, “Look at this.” The words are spoken in a tone of awe as he and Sy watch my hole take them in. “I’ve never seen a pussy so pretty, Vinny. You’re getting so wet for us.” He shifts his eyes back to me, bending to push a slow, lascivious kiss to my throat. “I knew you could take it, baby.”

I’m not sure which one of them curves the finger that brushes against the magic spot inside me, but the gush of resulting heat makes me clench around them both. “That,” I gasp, white spots popping in my vision. “Whateverthatis, do it again.”

Remy chuckles as he pulls back, eyes brightening in a way I haven’t seen in weeks. He does it again and my body turns to jelly.

Sy looks at Remy, face set into a contemplative scowl. “How are you doing that?”

Remy smirks, and under normal circumstances, he might take the opportunity to tease him. Tonight, he doesn’t.

Remy pulls his finger out, nudging Sy’s wrist. “Turn your hand so your fingers are–yeah, exactly. Feel around a bit. Curl a finger here and there, but not too much. Wait until–” The sparks explode again and I keen, head digging back into the pillow. Remy laughs. “Bullseye.”

While Sy is mastering the art of my G-spot, Remy shifts closer, his touch grazing lower and lower, until…

My hips lurch when he makes contact, his fingers pushing at my other entrance. The garden’s back gate. I remember Nick’s words to me the other day in the stairwell.

“You know he wants it, don’t you? This pretty little ass of yours taking his cock.”

“Sy can have that.” Remy’s voice comes hushed and full of gravel. “But I want this. Please, Vinny?”

I nod, unable to formulate words. Pleasure skates up my spine, the combined sensations–three fingers in my pussy, one entering my ass–are enough to meld my mind. Remy’s gentle, exploratory, coaxing his way inside patiently. A fresh layer of sweat breaks out on my skin as he rubs and teases me, finger still slick from my wetness.

It’s deliriously intense, and for a moment, I get this surge of confident knowledge that if someone doesn’t put a dick in me soon, I might actually fuckingdie.

“Fuck, she’s close,” Remy says, sliding his finger in and out of the ring of muscle. “Feel her clenching?”

Sy grunts next to him, pushing his three fingers in deeper. “She’s fucking soaked. Do you think this will–”

My eyes crash closed as Sy curls his finger, the orgasm abruptly within reach. Paying no mind to how crazed I must look, my back arches, hands clawing wildly at the sheets. I chase their fingers like a woman possessed.

“Holy mother of Christ.” My eyes fly open and I see Nick’s shadowy profile in the doorway. His hand is already fisting his erection through his jeans.

“Nick,” I gasp, face twisting in the sweetest torture. “Please…”

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