Hudson and I gave her a minute to catch her breath, but apparently the gargoyle couldn’t wait much longer than that. Suddenly he was lifting her up off my cock and tossing her back onto the bed, climbing on top to claim her mouth in a suffocating kiss.
“Let her breathe, asshole.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Poor girl needs to recuperate.”
Haley pulled back and shot me a dark glare. “Speak for yourself, sinner. As for me, I’ll recuperate when I’m dead.”
With a grunt, Hudson rolled onto his side, keeping Haley close and hooking her leg over his hip as I stretched out behind her. He grumbled something into her ear that I couldn’t hear, but Haley nodded enthusiastically.
“Now,” she breathed, touching his face. “I want you inside me right fuckingnow, Hudson.Please.”
“Don’t mind me,” I teased, gathering her hair into my fist. “I’ll just be back here, enjoying the show.”
I dragged my tongue along the back of her neck, making her shiver as Hudson gripped his massive cock and speared her. A deep, gravelly rumble vibrated through his chest as she took him in, more animal than human, but I didn’t carewhatkind of crazy-ass sounds he unleashed tonight. All I cared about was Haley—the fact that we were giving her what she wanted. Taking care of her. Keeping her protected.
The fact that she was begging for more? That was just an added bonus.
I was already hard for her again, my cock pressing insistently against her back. She reached behind and fisted it, stroking me so fucking tight, so perfect…
Oh, fuck…
“You’re going todestroyme, angel.” I rocked into her hand, kissing her shoulder, skimming my fingers across her hip and down her belly, brushing her clit with soft, teasing strokes as Hudson filled her again and again, his massive hand spanning her thigh, his other wrapped around her throat, our combined efforts making her writhe and moan.
He met my gaze across her bare shoulder, his eyes crazed and unfocused, dark with desire. One look told me he was as close to losing it as I was, and we both knew Haley wouldn’t be far behind, either.
“Are you ready to come for us again?” I whispered, biting her delicate earlobe as I increased the pressure on her clit. “Because your monsters are more than ready to come foryou.”
“Yes,” she panted, still stroking me, damn near stealing my ability to speak. “God, yes.”
Hudson thrust into her, hitting her deeper, sending her legs into a spasm as she arched her back for more, more,moreof his cock, more of my fevered touch, more of Saint’s fierce gaze, all of us crazed and frantic and lost.
And then, in a singularly perfect moment of bliss…
Found once again.
She came for us like a wild thing, reckless and bold, her back arching as the pleasure exploded inside her, setting off a chain reaction. Her fist tightened around my cock, and I came in a blinding rush that spilled hot and slippery between us as Hudson slammed into her one last time, his whole body shuddering against her soft, sweet curves.
“Fuck,” Saint ground out, the first word he’d uttered since ordering us to make her sing. The strangled grunt of his voice told me he’d just come too, right along with us, clearly by his own stroke. But when I chanced another look at him, I saw his hands still fisted around the arms of the chair, his pants still fastened. He hadn’t even touched himself. Just fell apart as he’d watched the three of us bring each other to ecstasy once again.
In that moment, it didn’t matter that I resented him. That we still had unfinished arguments about the past, the present, the fucking future.
Deep down, I still fucking loved him like a brother, and seeing that fathomless longing in his eyes—longing for a thing that for some reason he couldn’t have—damn near broke my heart.
Fucking Saint.
He watched us for a few more heartbeats, but then he closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he were trying to clear something away. Images of us touching the woman he loved? Of her bleeding out after the ghoul attack? Remnants of the Devil’s Dream still lingering in his mind?
Some other dark horror I couldn’t even imagine?
Whatever it was, something finally snapped inside him, and without a word he rose from the chair, his cock still half-hard, his release damp and obvious on his pants, his shattered heart shining like a torch in his silver eyes.
With one more soft, broken smile for Haley, he slipped out of the room and shut the door.
None of us spoke, but as the three of us stretched out on our backs, breath slowly returning to our lungs, I felt Haley’s heartache for Saint like another person in the bed, the weight of it pressing down on all of us.
But no one dared bring it up. Maybe we wanted to respect his privacy. Maybe we were too scared to hear the truth. Maybe it was a little bit of both.
Eventually, Hudson let out a deep exhale, then rolled over to steal another kiss from our girl. Rising from the bed, he collected his discarded clothing and got dressed. He and Haley exchanged another one of their long and silent glances, and then she nodded.
“Be careful,” she said.
