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Her hand reaches back, holding my head steady as she cranes her neck to face me. She moves me so our lips graze and our gazes lock. My hand instinctively flexes on her neck, reminding her that I’m allowing this. “I love you, you stubborn bastard. I always will.” She bites my bottom lip, the sting of it zipping right to my cock, making it twitch. “Now finish fucking me. I want your cum dripping from my ass.”
I hold her tightly to me and seal my lips over hers. My mouth is all possessive, obsession, and ownership. But my hips rotate, sliding myself into her with devotion, love, and fervor. Two opposites that claim her completely.
She doesn’t realize it, but we’re forming a deeper connection every time I force her to make love with me. It pushes her to be vulnerable, lowering her walls so I can imprint myself on her very soul. It’s how I knew she loved me.
It doesn’t take long for us to reach the edge once more. Lord knows I’ve been holding off my orgasm by pure will, and Little Bird has the rush of endorphins surging through her from finally saying the words out loud.
“Your ass is so fucking tight.” She deserves to know how much I enjoy her holes. I’ll even give her my dirtiest thoughts, simply to watch her enact them. “I want to find out how many loads we can fit inside it.”
Little Bird makes the sweetest sounds when I fuck her. But they’re even better when there’s at least two of us pleasuring her. There’s an added neediness to every moan, whimper, and cry that crosses her lips.
“Will you let Vander fuck your tight little asshole next? Or better yet, should I get Cole and Grayson in here, too? Let us run a train on you,” I murmur in her ear like I’m whispering sweet nothings.
The words push us both into oblivion. We come together, her ass squeezing me so tightly I can’t move. My cock pulses with each pump of cum I give her, my release lasting forever.
My gaze meets Vander’s in the mirror. His hand is fisted around his cock, the other holding his knife. He needs our woman now, or I’m worried he might be the next member of our team to break.
I kiss my girl one last time and drape her spent body on the counter. I know it won’t be long before she’s ready to go again. Trailing my hands over her tattoos, I bring them to her ass, spreading her cheeks to watch my cock slip free.
Damn, is she a sight to behold. I’ll never grow tired of seeing my cock in her holes.
“It’s Vander’s turn, Little Bird. Be a good girl for him while I get the others.”
Chapter 15
Raven
How is it that I’m thoroughly fucked, and yet, Jasper’s words make both my ass and cunt clench down with renewed desire to be filled?
“No,” Vander growls, stopping Jasper in his tracks where he’s soaping his spent cock. “It’s your turn to watch.”
Jasper smirks, doing nothing to hide his amusement at Vander asserting his dominance. Everyone knows Jasper is in control whenever he’s in the room, but he tilts his head like he’s interested in seeing where this goes.
“Oh, is it now?” Jasper drawls. I’m not sure how to describe his tone. All I know is it makes my toes curl, and my heart stops for a second before beating extra hard.
“You know she loves being watched,” Vander replies, his calloused hand sliding over my ass. “Wait on the chair in the bedroom; we’ll be there in a few minutes. Reginetta and I need some time alone first.” He twirls his knife in his other hand, and I know he plans to cut me.
Jasper’s gaze travels over my body like a gentle caress. His eyes go soft when they meet mine, and he smiles. The kind that brings out his dimples and creates a swooping sensation in my gut. As hard as it was for me to say, I’m glad I gave him the words he needed.
I’ll give him the world if he asks for it.
That’s how strongly I feel for all of them… perhaps I should be more free flowing with the three words they seem to want to hear.
“Have fun,” Jasper says, winking at me as he leaves the room, having finished washing his cock.
Now it’s just Vander and me.
Alone.
With a knife.
And two tattoos calling his name.
A shiver of excitement trails along my spine until it reaches my ass, where I can’t help but shake it enticingly.
“There’s my bella puttana,” Vander rasps. He lifts me in his strong arms, muscles rippling against my back. Then, in a deft movement that I can’t even process, he flips me around until I’m sitting on the counter with him between my legs. How he didn’t cut me is beyond me, but without missing a beat, he’s trailing the tip of his knife around the outside of my tattoo below my collarbone.
If Cole is obsessed with the tattoos on my back, then Vander is hypnotized by the ones he requested. He seems to be in a trance as he watches his blade kiss my skin. He scrapes along until he’s in the middle, and I yelp.
