Page 29 of Exile (Dance with My Demons #4)

Clearing my throat to attempt to dislodge whatever feels trapped in it, I wrap my arm around her back, lifting us both off the bed. "Theo, lie down. I need to ruin Avery's pretty little cunt while you fuck her throat."

"Aw, excluding little old me?" Grey asks playfully, but jumps up on the desk like it's an observation deck and he's taking a front row seat.

"Theo deserves this reward too," I tell him simply as the dark-haired man glides past us, shooting Grey a smug look as he does. It doesn't go unnoticed, Grey's eyes darkening with a threatening promise that will no doubt rear its head later.

Avery, willingly oblivious to it all, drags her hands through my hair before linking them together behind my neck. She leans forward and finds my lips, and I waste no time kissing her back while subconsciously registering the bed moving with Theo's weight.

The idea that she's permanently marked herself with part of me is sending me feral, the need to claim her too great to ignore. I catch sight of her ring on her finger, the gemstones flashing under the dull lights overhead and at this point, I snap.

I wrap my hand around her throat, guiding her backwards off me. I feel the tiny vibration under my palm as she whimpers. As I start to spin her around, another set of hands joins to assist, grabbing Avery as the two of us position her on her stomach.

She peers up at Theo with a look of wild hunger and a smile is shared between them as I hastily shove her skirt up over her ass. Her cunt is already glistening, shining brighter than our ring she wears proudly, and when I move behind her, I spread her open with my hands.

This makes her still, dropping her head into Theo's lap. I slowly run my finger up her wet cunt, smirking as she shivers under my touch. Slapping her ass, I relish the sound of her moan, sliding two fingers into her entrance.

"Wrap your mouth around his cock, wife," I order, burying my fingers deep and curling them to hit her sweet spot.

Avery tenses and rocks her hips back, but slowly, composes herself enough to reach into Theo's pants and retract his hardened length .

We all watch as she fists it, running her hand up and down in precise motions. Leaning over her, I grab her throat tightly. "Open those lips," I demand, my thumb reaching up to drag her bottom lip down.

Her warm breath tickles my skin as her lips part, and to my surprise, her tongue shoots out, the tip flicking my thumb.

It's cute that she thinks she's in control, that she can distract me with such tactics. She is, but she'll have to try a lot harder than that to take charge.

Prying her jaw open with my finger, I remove my hand from her body, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her head back. I lock eyes with her, giving her a coy smile.

"Adorable," I tease. "But you'll look a lot better with your mouth stuffed."

Without waiting for a response, I shove her head forward, pushing her onto Theo's dick.

Avery moans—either in pleasure or protest—but makes no effort to move away, using her hands to brace herself on his thighs.

Still gripping her hair, I control the pace, lifting and lowering her head as she takes Theo in her mouth.

I motion for him to take over, and when his hand rests atop her head next to mine, I shift back, giving him the reins.

Lining up with her entrance, I hold the base of my dick, watching with fascination as it slowly vanishes into her pretty little cunt.

My control snaps when I bottom out, Avery squeezing me while making muffled breathy sounds, and I pull back and slam into her.

The force sends her jolting forward, choking on Theo's dick but she quickly recovers in time before I thrust hard into her again.

"Much better," I muse deeply, grasping her hips tightly. "Such a good. Fucking. Girl. " I emphasize each word with the slap of our hips.

Theo keeps his hand on her head, guiding her as his head tips back and he makes his own sounds of pleasure. Avery quickly becomes a whimpering mess between us, and I reach around her, spreading two fingers around her clit as I gently rub.

"Fucking look at me," Theo says, and I'm glad he's talking to her and not me. Avery must obey, because he gives her a little nod of appreciation, the two of them deep in each other's gazes.

Not one to be shown up, I focus on her clit, drawing figure eights around it.

Theo growls, grabbing her hair. "Keep those eyes open, Aves."

Avery makes a sound of protest as I rock my hips while circling her clit. A smirk tugs on my lips—I know I'm making it unbelievably hard for her to comply, but it will be good for her to learn some control. Learn to fight against your body and will your mind to be stronger.

"Keep them open," I voice, stroking her faster as I slide deeper into her pulsating cunt. "Or we won't let you come."

Grey chuckles from the other side of the room, and I can just imagine her giving him the side-eye. From what I can make out without directly looking away from her perfect ass, Grey's enjoying the torture as much as we are. He's leaning forward, watching her closely, while encouraging her to break.

"Come on, little killer," he grins. "Look at Theo while his cock is deep in your throat. You take them so fucking well, don't you?"

She moans loudly, shuddering as her hips push back into mine. She's close—chasing her orgasm while overwhelmed by all the sensations and voices. It's perfection, and I'm enthralled gazing at her fighting back, captivated by her sheer willpower as she resists and obeys simultaneously.

While one hand continues the attention on her clit, I bring the other to her ass, running my hand over the curves.

I know what's coming before she does—her.

My thumb grazes her little asshole, stroking the sensitive skin as Avery suddenly jerks at the new sensation.

I don't relent, fucking her hard while pressing all her buttons, and before she realizes it's happening, her muffled cries are filling the room as she crashes into bliss between us.

"Fuck," I hiss as her body clenches around me firmly, ripping my own climax out of me. I quickly grab her hips for support, digging my fingers in as I thrust deeply into her body before spilling inside of her.

Somewhere in the mental haze, I hear Theo cursing, his hands gripping her head tight as his head tips back .

The two of us slouch forward, my body covering Avery's as I place a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. Her breathing is ragged, her head drooped forward, and I move her hair aside as I lean to whisper in her ear.

"And it will keep beating for you, for as long as I'm your husband," I tell her, referring to the gift.

Avery twists her head to look at me, eyes focused and looked thoroughly fucked in all the best ways. "Forever?" She asks.

"Even when it stops, I'll still be yours," I promise. "Because you're ours now and no one is taking that from us—not even death itself."