Page 52 of Judgment Day

“Stop!” Lyric’s voice tore through the room, ripping through the madness, shattering the tension.

We both dropped our hands and turned to where she stood in the doorway. Her eyes were wide. Her breath was as ragged. Lincoln’s hand flew to his throat as he coughed and gasped for air. My chest heaved with adrenaline.

“Stop,” she said again, quieter this time. She stepped toward us. “I never wanted this.”

I moved away from Lincoln and closer to her. He pushed off the wall. The light pink t-shirt she wore barely covered her ass. Perfectly pure, white cotton panties peeked out from underneath. The tight buds of her nipples pressed against the thin t-shirt.

Did she always sleep like that?

Had she slept like that when she was living with me?

I took another step toward her. And another. And another. Until I was centimeters away. Until I was close enough to see the one little vein in her neck thrum. Until I was close enough to thread my fingers through her hair.

“Then tell us what youdowant.” I tugged her hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to expose her throat to me.

Lincoln was beside us now. Energy buzzed and surged between us—all three of us. Our blood, the air, and everything in between was flooded with anger, anticipation, and lust.

“I want to show you he’s not selfish.” She licked her lips, then moved her eyes to Lincoln. “And I want to show you that everything he’s ever done to me has been because I wanted it.”She wanted him to know I didn’t rape her.

God, she was fucking perfect right now, using her body as a peace offering to both of us. And I would take it. So would Lincoln. Because we were greedy. Because we both wanted her however we could get her, and if that meant sharing her, then so be it. I didn’t give a fuck about proving anything to him, but she did. She needed this.

I loosened my grip on her hair. “There’s only one way to do that.”

My other hand found the dip in her back, right above her ass, and I pushed her body flush against mine. There was no mistaking the way she affected me. My cock, achingly hard, pressed against her hip. She molded into me, her body so fucking pliant. The anger from moments ago melted away, replaced with need—the need to possess her, to please her, to fuck her mouth until pretty tears streamed down her face, to watch as the blood rushed to the surface of her skin after I swatted her ass.

I tucked her hair behind her ear. That was the last gentle thing I would do right now. “It’s his turn to watch.”

THIRTY

It’shis turn to watch.

My gaze flitted to Lincoln. His expression was hard as stone, and a fire blazed in his hazel eyes. Without words, I begged him to understand. I needed this—we all did—but there was no way I could do it if he wasn’t okay.

Grey pulled me forward with his hand in my hair. Then, he slid his tongue along the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, all while my eyes stayed locked on Linc. I leaned into him, granting permission. I opened up for him, letting his tongue explore, savor, conquer. His grip tightened. Our tongues collided, dancing with each other in a perfect rhythm. I moaned into his mouth, arching my body against him.

And then there was another hand, a rougher one, gripping my chin and forcing my mouth from Grey’s.

Grey didn’t protest as Lincoln leaned in and brought his mouth to mine. This wasn’t a slow claiming. It was an eager possession, a clashing of teeth and tongues and bruising of lips. His other hand gripped my hip, digging into my flesh. Grey’s hands never moved. They were still in my hair, on my back, as Lincoln devoured my moans.

Grey’s voice was in my ear. “Would you like us both, little dove?”

I dragged my mouth from Linc’s, breathless from his kiss, from both of their kisses. I cupped both of their faces as I glanced back and forth to two of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen. My eyes flitted from seas of blue to fields of green. Lincoln’s skin was smooth under my touch while the smattering of hair along Grey’s jaw tickled my palm. I wanted to freeze time, to drag this moment on forever, to fasten the memory of the two of them in my brain.

“Yes, please.”

Something about my answer drew a visceral response from Grey. His jaw tensed. His eyes darkened as he let out a whispered curse, “Fuck.”

“On the bed,” he said, breaking through the sound of our staggered breaths.

I obeyed. His tone offered no other choice.

My body was on fire as I laid on top of the soft, beige comforter. The fabric was cool against my skin. I was doing this.Wewere doing this.

I felt raw and nervous and panicked. My cheeks flamed. Anxiety ran cold through my veins. Voices whispered in my ear, telling me I shouldn’t want this. But I did. God, I did.

Grey stood at the end of the bed, staring over me. “Open your legs,” he said in a voice that matched the darkness in his eyes.

I parted my knees and licked my lips, ignoring the whispers and listening only to him.

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