Page 45 of Dukes of Peril

I don’t watch him pick them up, shifting my full attention to Lavinia’s flushed face. I mouth at the juncture of her neck. “You feel so good, baby.”

“More,” she breathes, brow knitted together.

I grip her leg and push my hips, sinking into her so easily that I bury a groan into her shoulder. Lingering there, I feel her buck back against me, always seeking more, which is how I feel the new surge of slickness.

Just then, I hear the unmistakable sound of Sy spitting.

Lavinia’s pussy flutters around me, a hitched gasp escaping her throat. “Sy…”

“Shit,” I grind out, raising my head, which is when I see it. Sy has his dick out, one spit-slick hand squeezing the shaft while the other fists her panties. I drag my mouth over her warm cheek, watching her glazed eyes watch him back. “Just looking at that dick gets you wet, doesn’t it?” He always keeps it locked away, like it’s something to be embarrassed about. But right now, Lavinia is looking at that thing like she’s dying to be the one with her hand around it.

Sy’s electric eyes are glued to her, but he lifts his chin at me. “You gonna fuck her, or what?” Glancing up, I realize his hand is gripping his cock, motionless, poised for a reason. So I pull my hips back, dragging my cock away, just to punch it back inside. I push her thigh higher, strangely excited to show him this. My chest burns with too many things to list, but I know pride is one of them.

Look, my body is telling him.Look at what I got for us.

Sy’s fist moves with me, slow on the backstroke, quick on the upstroke. I’ve never seen my brother like this before, every muscle in his body tightening as his eyes glow hot for a chick. His nostrils are flared, the line of his mouth hard and angry-looking, and I think I get Lavinia’s reservation about the whole thing.

He looks like he wants to murder some pussy.

His eyes are also radiating absolute agony, chest collapsing with the sharp inhale. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I rock into her, indulging in the glide. “I try.”

He shoots me a quick, homicidal glare, and it takes some work to keep my stroke up. Guy looks like a wild animal who’s afraid of having his kill taken away. It’s not that it hasn’t occurred to me what’s going down here. It’s just that I don’t give a shit. Lavinia wants my cock, but she wants his, too. I’m his stand in.

If the sight of him matching his fist up to my rhythm isn’t enough to remind me I’m still getting the better half of that deal, then the way Lavinia’s arm reaches back, fingers winding into my hair, definitely is.

She tilts her head just enough to meet my demand for a kiss, tongue licking out to caress mine. It’s not the best angle, but it still makes my balls tighten, even knowing that she’s peeking at Sy from the corner of her eye.

I drag another long, slow thrust, watching her eyes flutter. “You feel how wet and primed your pussy is?” I move to whisper my next words into her ear. “I bet if you went slow, you could take him.” I keep my voice nothing but the barest breath, the words meant only for her. “Right here, right now. I’d stay and watch, make sure he does right by you.”

Something in my brain breaks and rearranges itself at the thought of it. My Little Bird taking that monster of a cock. The look on her face when he pushes it inside. The crush of her brow as she struggles to make room for him inside…

Fuck.

But her lungs seize, and she bears greedily back into my thrust, making her answer clear.

Just me.

I’m not expecting the feeling of disappointment, but I guess I should. Even from the first time, that night in the Hideaway’s basement, I’ve been darkly eager for Sy and Remy to know what I know, to see what I see, to have what I want.

But this isn’t about Sy.

Not really.

Lavinia makes a sharp, mournful sound when I suddenly pull back, dick slipping free. The look she shoots me over her shoulder is a mixture of shock, annoyance, and yearning. Nevertheless, she goes easily when I move her legs.

I lay on my back, sideways on the mattress. My feet are pointed at the clock, Sy somewhere behind my head, and when I pull her on top of me, I know they’re able to look at each other, face to face.

“Come on, baby.” I grab her hips, whispering, “Show him how you’d ride him.”

Lavinia’s eyes drop down to mine, mouth parting–maybe in surprise, maybe just to say, “Yeah?”

I answer by grabbing the base of my cock, positioning it right at her slick hole. Her eyes shift back to Sy when she finally sinks down, taking me to the hilt, and I should be jealous he’s getting that instead of me; the look on her face as she takes me in. The notch her teeth dig into her lip as she adjusts, feeling me so deep. The lazy slump of her eyelids as she relishes it, hips giving a little, testing rock.

Clearly, I’m a saint.

“Fuck,” she breathes, rolling her hips to a rhythm. “Just like that,” she says to Sy.

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