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That slow smile was back again as Riven reached down and unbuckled his trousers. “That’s my perfect fucking slut.”
My core clenched with the words and my heels slid against the floor as I opened my legs.
“And just…like…that,” he smirked, reached down to grasp his cock, and aimed it between my legs. “She is ours.”
I rose on my elbows, watching him.
This was nothing like what had happened to me.
This was…
Us.
Riven dropped his head, concentration pinching his brow as the smooth head of his cock pushed in. “Oh fuck, I missed this. Never fucking leave me again.” He lifted his head. “Got it.”
Thick, hard, the vein was already pulsing as he pushed all the way inside.
“You’re never fucking leaving my sight, not for a goddamn minute.” He grunted as he thrust all the way in. “You get that, Trouble? You’re mine.”
I lifted my gaze to Kane as Riven thrust inside me. His hand dropped to the bulge in the front of his trousers and behind him, so did The Priest’s.
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
“Damn straight you are.” Riven gripped my hips and yanked me hard against him, pushing in hard.
It wasn’t enough. “Harder,” I moaned. “Fuck me like you goddamn mean it.”
With a roar, Riven lunged and grasped my throat. His eyes were incensed as he slammed home over and over and once again. “You feel me now?”
Oh, Goddd….
My body clenched, gripping him tightly. For a moment, that savage look wavered, giving into panic.
“Fuck…me,” he moaned and thrust once more before he stilled.
Warmth filled me.
His warmth.
He sucked in hard breaths and eased out. “You make me come like a fucking teenager, Trouble. I can’t fucking last with you.”
My chest heaved with a heavy breath as reality hit home. Hunter. I glanced his way, finding him staring at the mess his brother had left behind.
“Hunter,” I whispered.
“You…let my brothers…do that?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Yes.” Heat filled my cheeks.
“And me?” he murmured. “You’d let me…do that?”
I pushed upwards. There was fresh blood on his lower lip. A remnant of my bite. “Yes.”
“Then roll over,” he commanded. “I want to…I want to touch you.”
I caught my breath, never once looking away. My knees still trembled as I rolled over and watched them over my shoulder.
He tugged at his belt, then the button and zipper on his khakis, pushing them down.
