Page 46 of Mistress Mayhem

Cooper presses on my shoulders until I drop to kneel, following me to the floor. His legs bracket mine, the hairs tickling my thighs as he pushes into me from behind. I cry out at the new angle, his piercings finding new spots to drag along. It feels fucking amazing.

His hands tighten on my hips as he helps me rise up before slamming me back down on his dick. He thrusts up into me at the same time, my head falling back to rest on his shoulder as we move together. I lift my hands to my tits, plucking at my nipples as I start to grind down on him with each pass.

He’s filling me perfectly, in a way I never thought possible. It’s fucking perfect, and I need to come again.

Cooper’s hand snakes around my body, easily finding my clit. I speed up my pace, so close to the edge that I’m desperate for it.

“I’m close,” I cry out.

“Thank fuck, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” Cooper’s voice is tight with restraint. He won’t come until I do—no matter how much he wants to.

That thought is the last thing I need to send me over the edge. This one isn’t quite as intense, but it renders me boneless. It’s only Cooper’s arm that he moves up to anchor my back to his chest that keeps me from falling face-first to the floor. He rocks up into me a few times with less force before he hisses, his teeth biting into my bare shoulder.

The bite sets off another mini orgasm as his hot cum paints my inner walls, my body shaking as I try not to pass out.

“Well, that was hot.”

I jolt in Cooper’s arms, my head lifting to find Fox leaning against the wall across us.

“I’m not sure it was a smart idea to stop in the middle of a murder spree for sex, but I can see the appeal.” Fox grins as he pushes off the wall, moving toward us. “I like you painted in other men’s blood, angel. It really does make you look like the angel of death.”

I scoff, trying to pull away from Cooper, but he’s having none of it as he pulls me more firmly against him. “Fuck off, Fox. We’re busy.”

“You were busy, but you’re not now.” Fox glances down at William’s body as he passes it but comes to a stop beside Cary’s with a frown. “Not as much blood with this one. I would’ve thought you’d make him bleed more, not less, than the others.”

I make a face. “He snuck up on us while we were fucking. He stole my daggers and would have tried to kill us. I just figured it would be best to take care of the problem.”

“So you threw a knife while you were getting fucked?” Fox throws his head back as he laughs. “That’s my girl.”

He drops down beside us, leaning over for a kiss. I feel Cooper stiffen beneath me, but his cock twitches. I guess he doesn’t hate the idea of sharing me as much as he thought.

Chapter Twenty-three

Sage

“Backoff,fucker,”Coopergrowls, causing Fox to break our kiss with a grin.

I return his smile as I turn my head to glance at Cooper. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it. Remember, your cock is still inside me.”

Cooper flushes, and it’s absolutely adorable. “We don’t have time for more sex. That’s why I told him to back off—not because I didn’t want him to touch you.”

“Oh.” It’s my turn to flush, my cheeks heating as I drop my head.

“I will admit, I’m sad no one invited me to the killing and fucking portion Cooper enjoyed,” Fox drawls, and I stiffen.

“The two of you can work out your jealousy issues later. I’ve slept with all three of you now. You’re even.” I wiggle in Cooper’s arms, feeling his cock waking up even more inside me. “Let me go, asshole. I still have two more pieces of shit to hunt down.”

“We’re not jealous in the way you think we are, Sage.” Cooper’s voice is quiet as he strokes his hand across my belly, goosebumps popping up on my skin.

“We like the idea of sharing you, little one.” Austin’s voice startles me, my head snapping up to meet his eyes. “We’ve talked about it over the years—about what we’d do when we found you. And yes, it was always a when and not an if. You’re it for the three of us. Eventually, you’ll come to expect that.”

“We’d like to sleep with you again,” Fox admits. “Whether it’s just one of us, two of us, or all of us at once. We want you any way we can have you, and we’re not going to make you choose. Not ever.”

All I can do is gape at them, not believing their words. Sure, I’ve talked big tonight—both to them and inside my head—but I never really believed that I could have all three of them. That’s not how life works.

Polyamory isn’t abnormal now, though it apparently was before the Last War. Monogamy is actually what gets people talking now. Though, it doesn’t keep people from only marrying one person. But as I’ve seen tonight, just because they’re married to someone, it doesn’t mean they’re not fucking other people.

Sure, the three of them are only suggesting sex between the three of them and me, but that won’t be enough for me. I want them all in every way possible. I want them to be mine and only mine. I don’t think that’s what they’re suggesting, but I also know now isn’t the time to be worrying about it.

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