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Dean laughs, a deep, dark sound that says clearly that he might have given up his claim, but he isn’t going to be ordered around. It sends a shiver through me even as I’m hanging in the straps on the frame, my body already weak from three violent orgasms, because it’s the laugh of a man who knows he has power, even if he’s choosing not to exercise it.
“You don’t own her either, Cayde. None of us do. She wanted my cock and I wanted to give it to her. I’m done for now, so you two can decide who goes next.”
Cayde’s expression is almost violent, his fists clenched, and Dean chuckles again.
“You want to fight me, go ahead,” he says, still smirking. “But there’s a naked girl over there, tied up and still wanting our cocks, so if you’d rather punch me than fuck her, that seems like a you problem.”
Cayde clenches his teeth, and I can see the ripple of fury through him. It terrifies me and arouses me all at once, because I know that he’s not going to punch Dean. He wants to, but he won’t. Any second now, that rage is going to be directed at me, and I know I’m about to get fucked hard all over again.
God, I want it.
I had the sweet, sensual sex that I needed with Jaxon this morning. I know that’s why he’s still sitting there, willing to wait, because he’s had me three times already since I woke up with him in my room. He’s going to let the others have their fill, take it all out on me, and then he’ll be the one to finish up, the last one inside of me. He’d rather be last than first, because that’s what I’ll remember more.
That’s what I’ll go to bed thinking of.
Cayde crosses the room to me in two strides, his face taut and angry, his green eyes dark with rage and lust. His eyes rake over me, my reddened and welted skin, my swollen pussy and thighs streaked with my arousal and Dean’s cum, and he laughs, a dark and vicious sound.
This is the Cayde in the locker room, in the hallway, the one who wants to hurt me and possess me. Because he knows I can take it.
Because he knows there’s just as much rage in me.
He surges forwards, his thick cock pressed between us, hot and throbbing, and his hand goes straight to my throat, beneath my chin, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh there. His thumb is on the mark Dean left on my neck and I cry out with pain when it squeezes. “You like that?” he asks, his voice thick with lust. “You like my hand around your throat, don’t you, little Saint? Did you like him fucking you?” His thumb digs into the mark harder, and I know it’s on purpose.
“Did you like him marking you?” he snarls, his face very close to mine. “Did you like him licking your pussy with his cum inside of you? He wanted to eat yousobad. I’m gonna make you come too, little Saint. But it’ll be with my cock and nothing else. I’m not licking up some other man’s cum. I’m going to fuck you, and then when Jaxon is done with your pussy, I’m going to fuck your ass. You’re going to end tonight with my cum all over you, so you remember that there’s three men you belong to.”
He surges against me, rubbing his cock against my belly, his pre-cum sticky on my skin. “I’m going to make you come so hard with nothing but my fat cock, and you’re going to beg for it like a good girl, aren’t you?” His hand tightens on my throat. “Aren’t you, little Saint?”
He lets go of me then, and I nod, gasping. His hand is on his cock again, squeezing, stroking, and my pussy clenches hard.
“Beg for it, little Saint.” Cayde smiles at me, his lips curving with a promise of everything he’s going to do to me. “Beg for my cock in your pussy. Beg so hard that I know you’d be on your knees if you could be.”
A shudder goes through me, but I lift my chin, meeting his eyes with the defiance that I know he wants. This is our dynamic, our game. We don’t fight in a ring, like Jaxon and I do. Cayde and I fight like this. A battle of wills that in the end, both of us win.
I smile right back at him.
“What are you going to do if I don’t?”
Cayde’s eyes glint, and his hand moves faster. I can see his cock twitch in his hand, see how my words affect him. “We haven’t used the crop on you tonight yet, little Saint, or the paddle. I could see how much redder your ass could get, paddle you until you’re crying. I could take that riding crop to your pussy, until you’re begging me to fuck you, and then tell you no.”
He moves closer, his hand slowing down, edging himself. “Remember that toy we used on you? I could leave you tied to this all night, that vibrator on your clit, my cum drying on your thighs and your pussy while you come over and over all alone until your body gives out or the batteries die, whichever happens first. Just leave you here in the dark, dying to get fucked, while I go to sleep warm in my bed. That’s what happens to bad girls who don’t beg properly, little Saint.”
I’m not entirely sure he wouldn’t do it, but I don’t think he would. He wants to fuck me more than he wants to punish me further, and I’m enjoying pushing his limits. “I don’t think you’ll do it,” I hiss, licking my lips. “I think you want my pussy more than you want to torture me. And besides, Jaxon hasn’t had his turn.”
“Jaxon can fucking wait,” Cayde snarls, lurching towards me again, his hand going around my throat once more. “I know what you’re doing, little Saint. I know the game you’re playing. Maybe I won’t do that then. Maybe I’ll just fuck your ass until I’m done, and then leave you here. How do you feel about that? No more orgasms for you.” His other hand lets go of his cock then, slipping between my legs, his fingers rubbing over my clit. “How about that?”
“You’re going to leave me here with just Dean’s cum in my pussy?” I taunt him. “I don’t think so. My pussy is yours too, right?” I lean forward, straining at the straps just enough that I can reach his face, and I dart my tongue out, running it over his lower lip before he can pull back. “So why are you making me beg? Just fucking take it, if it’s yours.”
I see the moment I push him over the edge, the moment he snaps. His hand tightens around my throat, squeezing almost past the point that I can take, and then he surges between my spread thighs.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he snarls. “You make me feel like I’m going fucking mad.”
His cock pierces me in one hard thrust, shoving inside of me, filling me and pressing against my already sensitive inner flesh, and I cry out, a choked sound that comes out as more of a gasp through the grip he has on my throat. “Fuck, Athena,” Cayde groans, his hips jerking hard and fast. “You make me crazy.”
He leans into me, pressing me back, his heavily muscled body trapping me there, and his mouth grazes my ear, his voice growling against the shell of it as he grinds his cock into me. “You make me want to hurt you and save you all at once. You make me want to own you completely, at the same time I want to watch them fuck you until you can’t take anymore. You make me so fucking jealous, and you make me want to give you everything all at the same time—” he groans into my ear, his body shuddering against mine. “You feel so fucking good, you drive me insane.”
I tilt my head back against the frame, gasping as his cock slams into me again and again, pushing me towards another climax, the pressure of his hand on my throat only intensifying the pleasure. “You can’t fucking leave me.” He bites my earlobe hard, his lips dragging over my jaw when he lets go. “You’re mine too, Athena. If anyone tries to take you away from me, I’ll fucking kill them. I—god, Athena, the things you make me want to do, the things you make me want to fucking say, I feel fucking crazy—”
He’s gasping it now, rocking against me, his thighs hard against mine, his body pressed tightly to mine.All of them in one day,I think, an almost hysterical laugh threatening to bubble up from my lips, because I know what he wants to say. I know what he might not be able to say, because out of the three of them, Cayde is the one that’s both hardest to love and hardest to be loved by.
