“How long have you been waiting to call her that?” Alex asks.
I groan and admit, “So fucking long.”
We all share a laugh, and then she’s reaching for me, pulling me in for a kiss. “My King?—”
I cup her breast, thumbing her nipple. She nips my lower lip, and a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan rumbles from my chest.
“If he’s your king, what am I?” Gabe asks.
I pull back, smirking at his petulance.
“Our fallen angel,” I tell him.
Pleasure flashes across his face.
Alex huffs a laugh. “Fits.”
“Well, in that case—” Gabe sinks his fingers deep into her hair. My stomach twists at the smirk playing across his lips.
Does he have any idea how ridiculously sexy he is with that cocky little chip on his shoulder?
I flop back against the pillows and enjoy theshow.
Gabe adjusts the angle of her hips, and they find a slow back and forth.
“You’re so beautiful, Wildfire. Taking your men so well.”
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Powerful, careful, deep. Katherine’s lips form a perfect O, and her brows are pinched in concentration. She doesn’t even look at me, but I feel her attention. Pride rolls off of her in waves.
I’m glad she finally feels as beautiful as I’ve always thought she was.
“Look how open she is. Like she was born for this,” I say. “For us.”
“She likes that,” Alex says.
“Don’t stop talking,” Gabe orders as he shuttles his hips back and forth.
The languid movements are such a fucking turn on. How have I never noticed that? It’s like they’re dancing. Hips rolling.
Katherine watches my hand as it trails down my chest, over my abs, and fists my cock. I grip myself as tight as she does, imagining it’s her slick pussy that has a hold of me. Seriously can’t get enough of her.
“Like that, Wildfire? Me gripping my cock, wishing it was you?”
She reaches for me, and I scoot closer. Alex throws an arm around my shoulders, pulling me tightto his side. We’re all still for a single moment, and then Katherine’s hand replaces my own.
“Mmmm… That’s it, babe.” It takes us a handful of tries before she’s able to match their pace.
I cup her breast with one hand and cling to the covers with the other. Our lovemaking is messy, disjointed, and so freaking hot. “They’re going to fill you up.”
Alex groans, the vibration rumbling through his ribs into my arm. I hum my pleasure. “You like being messy, don’t you, Wildfire? Our messy girl.”
She slams her hips down and back, foregoing the rhythm. Her face transforms as her body tightens. She lets go of my erection to brace herself, fingertips digging into Alex’s chest. He pumps his hips up just once, and his whole body seizes.
“Aww, fuck, I feel that,” Gabe groans, dropping his head to moan against his bicep.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, watching them.
Gabe straightens almost immediately, pulling Katherine up with him. She moans and melts into his grip, her ass nestled against his lap. He pulls his hips back and drives them home, like he’s on a mission. Over and over until she’s mewling, and Alex is gripping the rickety wicker headboard. The wood groans. We all groan.
