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Without another word, he pushes back into my greedy mouth. He isn’t as rough this time, but he’s just as insistent, and he doesn’t stop until he’s stretching my throat again and sending another wave of wet heat rushing down to my core.
“Take it,” he grinds out through gritted teeth, pushing even deeper as the iron control he always keeps on his emotions starts to crumble. “Every. Fucking. Inch. This is what you want, right? This is what you’ve been begging me to do. Fuckingtakeit.”
The tears that have been welling up in my eyes start to stream down my cheeks, and I’m not sure if it’s the lack of air this time, or simply the weight of everything I’ve been through these past days and weeks, but I don’t try to stop them.
I owe him my life.
I owethem. My guys. The Reapers.
And they’ve each put their lives on the line for me in return.
Willingly.
Eagerly.
The danger and adrenaline and the understanding that wewilldie for each other if it comes down to that has forged a bond between us that goes deeper than anything I’ve ever known. So much deeper than sex. Deeper than love, even—or what I thought love was before, anyway.
Everything in me, every fiber of my being, belongs to the three of them. Just like they belong to me.
There’s a trust and a freedom that comes with that realization that’s deeper than anything I’ve ever known. A trust that allows me to give my body to Logan right now without worrying about my own pleasure or well-being.
I know, without any words being spoken, that he’ll take care of me. Not just my safety. He’ll make sure I get exactly what I want, exactly what I need.
And he’ll hurt me while he does it.
Logan will give me the pain I’ve been craving; the pain that will cleanse that motherfucker’s touch from my body, mind, and soul.
My vision blurs again, and he pulls out slightly—just enough to keep me from passing out completely—but I keep my lips locked around his cock and I keep it buried as far down my throat as he’ll let me. I’m dimly aware of my own hand between my thighs, even though I have no memory of reaching down there to touch myself.
“So close. So fucking close.” The urgency in his voice makes me anxious to match his speed as I slip one and then another finger inside my wet, waiting pussy, grinding the heel of my hand against my clit as I chase what I need.
I’m rough with myself, imagining it’s Logan’s calloused fingers driving in and out, in and out, over and over again while his thick cock ravages my throat.
I don’t think. I can’t. I reach up with my free hand and feel his balls start to tighten. His cock throbs insistently against the back of my tongue, ready to spill over at any moment, and when I give his balls a not-so-gentle squeeze, it draws another hissing moan from somewhere deep in his chest.
He’s losing himself inside me, and I fucking love it. Knowing he’s willing to go to the very brink with me nearly makes me climax before I’m ready, and I have to squeeze my thighs tightly together as I try and fail to stifle another needy moan of my own.
“Together,” Logan rasps out, pulling my hair back again—hard—as if he wants to ensure that my eyes are locked onto his as both our orgasms crest and overtake us. “Come with me, wildcat. Comenow.”
A fierce, violent pleasure rockets through me as my body instantly responds to his command with a flood of wet heat that radiates out from my core, making my eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl as Logan’s cock spills straight down my throat.
For a moment, a perfect split second suspended in time, nothing else matters.
Nobody else even exists.
Then the moment passes, and I slowly start to come back to my senses. Logan is still rock hard; still lodged deep in my throat as his shaft continues to swell and jerk with his release. My hand is clamped between my legs and my whole body is trembling from the force of the pent-up, intense orgasm I needed so badly.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” he chants, unblinking as he holds me and finally pulls back enough for me to taste the last few drops as they hit the back of my tongue. “Swallow it all.”
I do, and he exhales, his grip on my hair finally loosening slightly and his face more relaxed than I’ve ever seen it.
He gives me another of those small smiles that he seems to reserve just for me. “So good,” he whispers, his grip on my chin keeping me in place and his hips lazily thrusting as he stares down at me like he’s just as lost in the moment as I am.
I’m not sure how much time passes like this, with my blissed-out mind wandering and my lips still wrapped around Logan’s cock. Long enough that I can’t help but feel a pang of loss when his softening cock finally slips from my mouth.
“Logan,” I whisper his name even though I can’t say what, exactly, I need from him, or what I’m even asking for anymore.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pulling me to my feet as he rises and pressing his thumb into the scar he gave me between my breasts. “Are you okay?”
