Page 29 of Blood

“God, yes.” His long lashes feather against his cheekbones as he exhales noisily. “I need you to move, Violet. I need you to fucking move.”

Seeing him like this...

Dripping in sweat...

Desperate for me...

I rock my hips into his tight ass as I lean down to rub his cock. I can’t help but marvel at the silkiness of his skin contrasting with the hard steel beneath it. He’s so long, so thick, so perfect.

I stroke his cock as I continue to pound his ass, listening to every moan and incoherent phrase that leaves his parted lips.

“I need...to see...you,” he pants, his hands reaching up for my breasts before immediately dropping back to his sides.

“Do you, now?” I can’t help but smirk mischievously as I unhook my bra and toss it to the side—smiling wider when it whacks Barret across the face.

Vin’s eyes home in on my tits as I reach up to pluck at my hard, aching nipples.

“Yes, mistress, yes,” he groans as I keep one hand on my tit and use the other to wrap around his cock in a corkscrew motion. I begin to fuck him even faster, the movement causing my tits to bounce.

But I want more.

I need more.

My grief is still there—an omnipresent shadow hovering over us all—but it no longer threatens to strangle me. Being with my mates, loving them like this... I know it’s what Mason would’ve wanted. Hell, he probably would’ve begged to join in if he was here.

The thought brings a smile to my face. I swear I feel closer to Mason than ever before, like he’s directly behind me, watching me fuck his best friend.

Abruptly, I pull out of Vin, ignoring his cry of protest.

“Put your legs on the ground and your arms on the armrest,” I instruct, sauntering my way around the couch and very purposefully giving Barret an unobstructed view of my ass.

Vin does as instructed—the new position having him bent forward with his ass facing both me and Barret.

“Fuck...” Barret groans, but I don’t look away from Vin to see my boogeyman mate. Instead, I reach forward to fondle Vin’s balls as I line myself up with him once more.

“I have to ask,” I muse conversationally as I once again push into him. “Is this your first time being fucked in the ass?”

Some of Vin’s usual snark and bossiness returns when he snaps out, “What the hell do you think? I’m only attracted to women, and I’ve never trusted anyone enough to give up control.”

“So...I’m your first.” Inexplicable feminine pride unfurls inside of me.

“You’re my everything,” Vin counters immediately, and my golly. If I don’t just melt into a puddle of lust and love right then and there.

I begin to fuck Vin from behind, pounding into his asshole brutally, savagely, possessively. Every slap of my hips against his skin is a reminder that he’s mine, I’m his, and the world may try to cut us down, but we’ll emerge stronger than ever before.

But it’s not just him I need.

“Barret,” I gasp out.

“Yes, cheese curd?” I hear the hesitancy in that one question.

“Come fuck me.”

Vin moans low in his throat, but Barret is uncharacteristically silent.

“Are you sure?” he finally asks, his voice quiet and soft.

“Get your ass over here, Barret, and come fuck our girl before I do it for you,” Vin snaps out. And then his anger turns into another low moan as I continue to pound into his ass.

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