Page 72 of Vows of Ruin

We step out into the night, Max on my right, Liam on my left, and there’s no guilt clinging to me. No heaviness in my chest. Just heat. Low, coiling heat that curls in my stomach, tightening with every step toward the SUV. A hunger that’s got nothing to do with food and everything to do with the way they’re looking at me. They just watched me bleed someone dry and can’t decide if they want to kiss me or fuck me against the nearest wall.

Max is studying me like he’s cataloging every drop of darkness I poured out in that room, tucking it away for later. Liam’s hand brushes mine, light, casual, but enough to light my nerves on fire. I glance between them both and smile, slow and wicked.

“Are you both as turned on right now as I am?”

Max smirks. “You already know that answer, Sparrow.”

Liam laughs low and dark, like he’s saying I’ll take you right here if you let me.

Maybe I will.

I’m not ashamed of what I’ve become. I’m not pulling back. I’m going over the edge and dragging them with me. The SUV waits under the floodlights, black paint cold as ice. The air smells like gasoline, burnt powder, and the faint copper tang of blood still on my skin.

I don’t hesitate. I shove Max back against the hood, hard enough for the metal to groan. His grin is pure sin, but it dies the second I grab his jaw and crash my mouth into his. This isn’t sweet, it’s teeth, tongue, and the taste of his breath mixing with mine.

Liam’s fist knots in my hair, yanking my head back. My neck arches, my chest pushing against Max, and Liam’s mouth is suddenly on mine, deeper, rougher. I feel Max’s chest rise against me like he’s holding back a growl. I laugh into Liam’s kiss because they think they’re taking me. But I’m the one taking them.

I drop to my knees, cold biting through my jeans. The rasp of Max’s zipper cuts the air before I wrap my hand around him, thick, hot, ready. His hips jerk, his fingers twisting into my hair, guiding me down until he groans my name through clenched teeth.

Liam is a wall of heat behind me, his hands clamped on my hips. He doesn’t wait, he grinds into me through my clothes, making my body rock between them. I swallow around Max, pulling back just enough to breathe before pushing deeper again, my nails digging into his thighs.

When I hear Max’s breath stutter, I pull off and stand, dragging Liam with me by his collar. I spin him, shoving him back just enough, yanking his zipper down with a practiced hand. I don’t bother with slowness. I bend forward over the cold metal, and then he’s inside me in one brutal thrust that knocks the air out of me.

Max stays close, his mouth on mine even as Liam’s pace pounds through my body. His hand slides between my legs from the front, his fingers stroking me where Liam’s thrusts keep hitting deep. The pressure makes my knees shake.

The thought hits me like a spark. Both of them. Now.

I push off the hood and turn, my eyes daring them both. “Hood. Sit.”

Max obeys instantly, sitting back with that wolfish grin. I climb onto him, straddling his lap, sliding down onto him in one slow, deliberate sink that makes my head fall back.

Liam moves in behind me, his chest a wall of heat to my back. His hand wraps around my throat, not choking, just holding, as he rasps out, “Going to let me back in, Little Warrior, here?” Pressing a finger to my ass.

“Yes,” I breathe, not because he’s in control, but because I am.

Liam pushes forward, and I tense at the first push; the burn is sharp, but then I melt into it, gasping. His piercing adds a new sensation. Max curses, his grip tightening as he feels it too. They work into me together, Max holding me down on him from the front, Liam pressing in from behind until I’m full, pinned, and shaking from the pressure. It’s too much and exactly enough.

The stretch is intense, forcing my breath into a ragged rhythm. Max groans into my neck. Liam growls against my ear. I laugh, low, wicked, because I have them both exactly where I want them.

They fall into rhythm without words, Liam pulling me back into him as Max thrusts up, the push and pull blurring into one brutal wave that makes my breath hitch with every movement. I grind on Max in time with Liam’s thrusts, taking control of the pace until they’re matching me.

Somewhere off to the side, a Serpent coughs into his hand like it’ll cover the fact he’s watching. I don’t care. Let him watch. Let them all watch.

The heat spikes fast. I push my hands into Max’s chest for leverage, leaning back against Liam so he can get deeper. The angle shifts, and they hit me everywhere at once. My nails dig into Max’s shirt, my head falling back against Liam’s shoulder as a moan rips out of me.

The air is cold against the sweat breaking across my skin. The sound of us is filthy. Grunts, curses, and the wet slap of skin. My release hits like a violent snap. I clamp down around Max so hard his rhythm stutters. Liam growls against my ear, his thrusts turning punishing as he follows me over, dragging Max with us.

When it’s over, we’re all breathless, tangled in heat and shaking limbs. Liam steps back, tucking himself into his jeans, as I slide off Max’s lap, my legs unsteady, the chill rushing in against my damp skin.

I can’t help but giggle as I pull my pants back on. “I’m getting darker,” I murmur, my voice wrecked. It’s not a confession, it’s a vow.

Max cups my jaw, thumb stroking once. “We like you dark.”

Liam smirks against my ear, his voice low and rough. “We love you dark.”

I believe them.

The drive is quiet, although Torque and Wrecker are grinning like idiots in the front seat, and I know damn well why. I’m wedged between Max and Liam in the back, still flushed and damp. My pulse slows, but that coil of hunger in my stomach refuses to unwind completely. I can still feel them on me, in me. I’m not sure if I want to purr in satisfaction or start all over again.