Page 51 of Addicted

“I wanna cut this out of you so fucking bad, Little Bird,” I snarl, pressing against the object buried in her arm as I fuck her hard. “Then watch as your belly swells with my child.”

“Oh–God–fuck–shit–cunt–Knox!” Lark mumbles, her fingers digging into the back of my neck as her walls clamp down around me. Jude chooses that moment to give me a firm squeeze, and lightning erupts across my skin, my orgasm tearing through me with the force of a fucking freight train.

With a deep growl, I push all of my dick inside her, hot ropes of cum spurting and coating her inner walls as stars fill my eyes.

“Good, Daddy,” Jude teases, removing his hand, and I open my eyes to see him step next to us, licking his sticky fingers.

My head drops to her heaving chest as I try to remember how to fucking breathe. Her lace-covered breasts rise and fall with her pants, and if we were anywhere else, I’d snuggle into them and fall into a blissed-out sleep.

“Our turn, brother,” Tarl’s accented voice comes from behind me, and I blink my eyes open to see him standing next to Jude.

“Did someone say threesome?” Jude sings, clapping his hands with excitement, his pupils lust-blown and wide.

“Up against the balcony, Brat, pants down, cock out,” Tarl demands, and my dick twitches at the thought of Jude doing my own bidding.

With a deep inhale and gathering together strength that I didn't know I possessed, I step back, keeping our Little Bird pressed to me until she can slide her legs down. I slip out of her as her high-heeled feet touch the floor, and she whimpers like she misses me already.

Leaning down, I press a kiss to her red, puffy lips.

“Ours,” I purr against them.

“Yours,” she breathes back, and my heart swells in my chest at her admission.

“POISON” BY FREYA RIDINGS

LARK

Theirs.

Am I theirs? Do I now belong to these hard men?

They have claimed me, publicly now, and as I look at Knox’s softening dick, covered in my ecstasy, I know that I’ve claimed them back.

“Are you ready to be owned by us completely,Aziz-e delam?”

Mismatched eyes gaze into mine, a fire burning in their depths, the rest of his face unreadable, yet there’s a fierceness about him that makes my already pounding heart thud painfully in my chest.

“Yes.”

It’s the only answer that I can give. The only word that falls from my tongue with ease.

Tarl steps up to me, his hand coming out to caress my chest in a featherlight touch that, like a ripple on the surface of a lake, leaves shivers cascading all across my skin.

“Kharâbetam, Pretty Bird,” he whispers, his eyes tracking over my features as if he’s committing them to memory. “We are all ruined for you, just as we will ruin you in return so that no one else will ever have you.” My eyes fall closed as his lips touch mine, and it’s like he can’t help himself, his tongue coming out to tangle and tease mine. His taste is addictive, like exotic nights and deeds done only in the dead of night. He completely decimates me with his kiss, leaving me begging for more as he pulls back. “I’m going to take that dress off you now, beautiful as it is, I want you bare before me, your owner,” he tells me, and a flare of panic makes my already trembling legs weak.

“B–but–”

“Shhhh, no one but us will see you,” he breathes as I feel the small pearl buttons on the back of my dress being popped open. I glance behind me to see Jude standing there, his sweet-popping candy smell putting me at ease. I relax more when Aeron stands on one side of us, Knox on the other, penning me in their circle.

In a whisper of lace and silk, the dress slides down my body, Jude helping it when it sticks to the parts that are now slick with sweat. I can feel the blush rise from my chest as they devour me with hungry eyes, and a sense of power leaves me with a head rush. I have this effect on these powerful men, men who strike fear and awe in equal measure.

“Brat.”

“Yes, sir?” Jude answers, his voice low and deep and missing its usual teasing quality.

“Impale her on your dick from behind, make sure we can see.”

“Yes, sir.”