Page 69 of Hide Little Traitor

The sound of his fingers fucking her fills the room right along her quiet moans.

Part of me wants to make her scream. I want Damon and Kingston to know what they’re missing by being assholes, but the other part isn’t ready to share her with them as well.

“I can’t hold it,” she cries. “Please. Please. Fuck. Please.”

“Come for us, Siren. I want you to soak my hand. Give me everything, baby.”

Her lips part as she tumbles over the edge she’s been riding since before I stepped into the room, but before her scream can fill the quiet cabin, I lean forward and take her lips in a brutal kiss.

Ryker whispers praise as he drags every ounce of pleasure from her body while I swallow her cries, reveling in the feel of her hands on my chest, clutching at me like she’ll fall if I don’t hold her up.

But the truth is, when we’re at her side, we’ll never let her fall.

“Good girl,” he croons. “Our very good girl.”

She whimpers when he withdraws his fingers, her pussy sensitive from her release after being edged for days.

Ryker brings his slick-coated fingers to his lips, holding my gaze as he dips them into his mouth and groans when her pussy explodes on his tongue. “Your asshole brother doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

I choke on a laugh, dragging my own fingers through her wetness and doing the same.

It’s been too fucking long since I’ve tasted my girl, but she’s every bit as addictive as she was when we were stupid kids exploring each other’s bodies.

The first time I went down on her, barely sixteen and armed with nothing more than a dirty magazine I found in Dad’s office for instructions, I knew I’d never get enough of eating her perfect cunt.

Ryker wraps his tattooed fingers around her throat, tipping her head to the side to give her a gentle kiss. “You want to stop, Siren?”

Her eyes widen, but there’s no shortage of heat staring back at us. “You want to keep going?”

“Fuck yes.” He chuckles. “But if you’re overwhelmed or aren’t sure, you can be the middle of a cuddle sandwich, and we can all get some much-needed sleep.”

Chloe lets out the most adorable snicker at the description, but heat lingers in her eyes, the moonlight beaming through the window making it impossible for her to hide her reactions from us.

“I want to keep going,” she whispers. “I’m not ready to lose this yet.”

Cupping her cheek in my palm, I tilt her head back until her eyes meet mine. “You’re not losing anything, Chloe. I’ve lived too much of my life without you. I’m not willing to give you up, and if that means sharing you with someone else, it’s not even close to a hard choice.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but before she gets the chance to reply, Ryker shoves the blankets to the end of the bed.

“You want Ronan to fuck your pussy, baby?” he asks, helping her roll onto her hands and knees. “I’ve been dying to know what your mouth feels like wrapped around my cock.”

He gives his length a few lazy pumps, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

“Did that hurt?” she asks.

“Fuck yeah. But I couldn’t have my entire body tattooed and leave him out, could I?”

Curiosity gets the best of me, and my own eyes widen when I see the grayscale roses and thorns adorning his cock.

“Good thing I left the spot over my heart free, though,” he muses. “Can’t have Ronan being the only one with you tattooed on him.”

“You can’t do that,” she argues. “What if things don’t work out between us?”

“Oh, things will be working out, Siren. I have no intention of ever letting you go.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

CHLOE