Page 22 of Promise of Hellfire

He was as aroused by this as I was.

Suddenly, someone pulled me into their lap, adjusting my body exactly how they wanted. Their fingers dug into my hips, lifting me before thrusting inside. They pulled me tight against their chest, resting my head against their shoulder as Hunter’s hands kneaded my ass. His hands parted my cheeks and fingers traced along the hole as cool, wetness dripped onto my skin.

Fingers delved inside, stretching me slowly. A low buzzing sensation pressed against my clit and the dull burning gave way to pleasure as I rocked back towards him. Hunter inserted another finger. Someone grasped my chin and tenderly pressed kisses against my lips as hands floated across my body.

The buzzing between my legs intensified as Hunter removed his fingers from me and nudged himself against the tight entrance. I held my breath, knowing the intrusion would reignite the burn.

The person kissing me bit my lower lip, and I inhaled as Hunter pushed past the tight ring, inching in slowly. Someone’s hands caressed my breasts, pinching and pulling gently at my nipples.

Once Hunter was fully seated, the men underneath me rocked my body between them. The motion started slowly, and I pulled at the restraints holding my wrists, wishing I could touch one of them. My skin felt flushed, a light film of sweat clinging to it.

Soft, velvety skin pressed against my lips and my tongue darted out, tasting the salty fluid beaded on it. I opened wider, allowing the hardened length into my mouth. I worked my tongue along the bottom side before hollowing my cheeks around it.

The buzzing sensation between my thighs increased at the same time the men inside me increased their tempo. The man whose cock had been inside of my mouth removed it and captured my mouth once more. I fell over the precipice into oblivion with him swallowing my cries, anchoring me to his body. Fireworks exploded behind the blindfold as my muscles jerked against the hard bodies surrounding me.

Every time I came down from the high I was on, the vibrations against my clit grew faster, sending me spiraling again.

At some point, I lost count of the number of orgasms, and my muscles felt shaky as they slowed. Warmth filled me as they finished, and the man in front cradled me to his chest.

Nimble fingers worked the knots covering my wrists, and the blindfold fell from my face. I flexed my hands and slowly pulled the earbuds out. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Dominic beneath me and Ethan sitting beside him, slowly stroking my arm.

Dominic’s hands cupped my cheeks as he pressed gentle kisses to my forehead. “How are you feeling?” he asked as he shifted, pulling me closer.

I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes instead of answering. All the emotions from earlier were absent and in their stead, I felt completely content, endorphins racing through my body.

“Rest, princess,” Hunter whispered in my ear from behind me. “Tomorrow will be a long day.”

Chapter thirteen

Rayne

Wellbeforethesuncame up, Hunter shook my shoulder, pulling me from the fitful sleep I’d fallen into hours before. “It’s time,” he murmured, setting a cup of coffee on the bedside table and kissing my forehead.

Any other morning, I would have grumbled about waking up so early, but as I unwound the sheets from around my legs, nervous energy settled under my skin. Despite my stomach doing somersaults, I grabbed the cup of liquid energy and greedily gulped half of it down before standing. It seemed counterintuitive to consume coffee before heading into battle, but I needed any help I could get. Perhaps a combination of adrenaline and caffeine would allow me to hyper-focus.

I walked into the bathroom and quickly washed my face, deciding to forego a shower. Between gunpowder and blood, I knew I would need one later in the day. I brushed my fingers through my hair, snagging on knots, before placing the tangled strands into a messy bun that could be hidden under a beanie.

Striding back into my bedroom, I noticed a pile of black clothes neatly folded and laying on the end of the bed. I was unsure of which man had taken it upon himself to pick out my clothes, but my best guess was Hunter. Black wasn’t essential for a job like this. After all, we weren’t exactly sneaking into the building, but it would help hide any potential unsavory stains incurred in the next several hours.

I shrugged the clothes on quickly, laced up a pair of worn black combat boots, and grabbed my coffee. Once I was downstairs, I refilled the cup in my hand, looking around the main living space of the penthouse. The Christmas tree still stood near the windows, a reminder of the things we’d put off doing. Maybe tomorrow, the guys could help me put the ornaments and lights up for next year.

That thought briefly stopped me in my tracks as I stared at the tree. When had I begun to think of my relationship with the three men as something long-term?

I glanced at the men who were busy getting ready themselves. Hunter loaded the gun in his hand and looked up, raising a single eyebrow at me. “Careful with the amount of coffee you’re drinking,” he said, placing the weapon in his jacket pocket.

I tilted my head to the side and glared at him. His words were out of genuine concern, but today I was choosing violence. Between the lack of sleep and anxiety flooding my veins, my current mood could best be described as turbulent. “Mind your business. I’m a big girl and know my limits.”

Hunter lifted both hands in a sign of surrender, and Ethan tried to suppress a smirk. He stepped towards me and tugged a black beanie over my head. “Remember, love, that we aren’t your enemies,” he whispered in my ear before grabbing my hand and squeezing.

Inhaling through my nose, I took a deep breath and turned to Hunter. Despite hating apologies, I knew a small one was in order for being snippy with him. Today was not the day for my brattiness to shine through. “Thank you for your concern.”

He nodded at me in acknowledgment before turning away and glancing at his phone. “We need to leave in fifteen.”

Ethan dropped my hand as Dominic approached me holding a white box topped with a black bow. He cleared his throat before thrusting it at me. “Only the best for our girl.”

Curiosity got the best of me, and I opened the top of the box. An amused grin broke out on my face. “I guess you were listening when I was complaining the night Trace attacked me.”

That night felt like a lifetime ago. My exact words were,“I am never wearing heels again to an event with you guys. The next present that I want is a thigh holster.” Now I was the owner of two.

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