Page 52 of Run Like the Devil

He lifted his voice slightly when he spoke again, just after he ran his tongue along the shell of my ear. “You want to make up for what you did, Hale? Well, I believe this may be your time to seek her forgiveness.”

“And just how’re you suggesting I do that?” Hale asked, though a tension in his words said he had a pretty good idea.

“Like any bad boy does—on his knees.”

Well fuck. They’re going to kill me if they keep going like this.

I’d died once already by getting shot. This was a far better way to go.

Hale chuckled softly, the sound telling me he wasn’t doing this because Tyrus said it, but that he’d do it just the same. I could almost hear his response in my head—I’ll get on my knees for Loch, but not for any other fucking person.

Hale flicked open the button of my jeans then pulled down the zipper. He grasped the waist and tugged them down my legs, taking the underwear with them. It left me naked in Tyrus’ lap, but their warm bodies kept me from shivering.

Well, from the cold, at least. Fuck knew I had goosebumps and trembled from their touches.

Tyrus teased my nipples, kneading my breasts in his large, strong hands. The calluses on his fingers scraped against my sensitive skin, and when he nipped my earlobe, I wrapped one of my arms up to grasp the back of his neck and hold on to him.

“Good girl,” Tyrus whispered to me. “Give yourself over to us—trust us.”

I nodded as if he asked me instead of telling me.

A rustling against stone occurred a moment before Hale ran his palms along my thighs, spreading my legs by grasping my knees and pressing them outward.

If there’d been any light, I would have been uneasy so exposed, but the darkness hid me, let me just feel without any of those normal doubts taking over.

Hale pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh, drawing a line of kisses up from my knee, stopping just short of where I really wanted him.

Instead, he pulled back, then repeated the action starting at the opposite knee.

“Don’t tease me,” I snapped.

He chuckled, his hot breath spilling against my bare skin. “You that needy, Loch?”

“She is always a greedy little demon.” Tyrus closed his fingers around one of my nipples, the sharp pain blanking my mind or any response I might have had.

Each time they touched me, it all melted together. It washed me away, making it so I didn’t care about anything beyond this. Never would I have figured these two, especially, could actually work together.

Maybe the darkness made that easier, too. Maybe without seeing one another, they could more easily accept this all, to ignore their hatred of one another in favor of some pleasure.

And I sure as fuck benefited from that.

Hale kept going with his torturous kisses, if anything slowing down even more. It wound me up, made me anticipate each place his lips met my skin, and by the time he neared my drenched cunt, I had started to lift my hips as if to force him where I wanted.

“Leave it to Hale to behave like a brat even when he apologizes,” Tyrus said. “He is young still and would benefit from some training. I would suggest you not allow a mutt like him free rein.”

Tyrus’ words woke a part of me that startled me—a needy, hungry part that wanted to take. I reached out without thinking about it and ran my fingers through Hale’s hair, then drew that hand into a fist. I yanked him the last few inches to where I needed him the most.

And the almost feral sound he let out was a thing of fucking beauty. He didn’t fight my hold despite Hale fighting everything. Instead, he obeyed the unspoken demand and dove in, delving his eager tongue into my pussy.

He fucked me with his tongue, the ball of his tongue ring still so unexpected and different that I cried out. He knew exactly how to use it, and when he licked through my folds, he alternated between using the tip of his tongue and the flat, to drag that hard ball against me.

“How does that feel?” Tyrus asked, his touches to my breasts rougher than before, as if he were as caught up in the moment as Hale and me.

Though I didn’t need to guess about that. His hard cock pressed against me, trapped between his body and mine, kept away only due to the thin fabric of his slacks.

I angled my hips to give Hale more access and used my grip in his hair to keep him close.

Not that he tried to escape. In fact, he tilted his head to focus on my clit, then brought his other hand up to bury one of his agile fingers into my pussy. It wasn’t like when he fucked me, when my body struggled to accept every thick inch of him. It wasn’t nearly as overwhelming, but that didn’t stop it from driving me closer to a terrifying release.

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