Page 125 of Hymns of the Broken

Because I’m absolutely, hopelessly, deliciously ruined between them.

The wind’s still roaring in my ears as we crest the last bend before the house, gravel spitting under the tires—and that’s when I see Riot. Parked halfway off the trail, one boot kicked up on the pedal, helmet resting on the handlebar.Hisshaggy blonde hair is sweat-tousled,hisshirt plastered to tattooed skin, and the smirkhe’swearing is a goddamn warning label.

His eyes drag over me as we come to a stop next to him—Jasper’s hand on my hip, my body still molded to Jasper’s lap, flushed and wrung out from adrenaline and something darker.

“If I knew you were tryna ride like that, baby…” Riot drawls, all honey and sin, “…I’d have fought harder to have you on my bike.”

He leans forward, forearms flexed, eyes locking on mine. “Could’ve had you pressed against me, moaning for all the trees to hear.”

Jasper growls under his breath, the sound vibrating through my spine.

I can’tstop the tiny whimper that slips out, and Riot just grins wider, then adds, “You two done dry humping in nature, or should I give you a head start to finish?”

I blink, scrambling for a protest. “We weren’t—!”

He cuts me off with a wink, all trouble. “Save it, Hellcat. Your thighs say otherwise.”

Jasper’s hands flex hard and claiming. “Back to the house. Now.”

Riot laughs, revving his engine, falling in behind us as Jasper guns it down the road.

By the time we pull into the garage, I’m unsteady. I barely make it off the bike before Riot’s in my space, peeling off his helmet with one hand, his eyes crawling over me, hot and possessive.

“Still feelin’ that ride, Angel?” he teases, voice low, promising a thousand filthy things.

I open my mouth to snap back, but then he’s crowding me—backing me up until my ass hits the edge of Jasper’s bike.

“You know…” Riot murmurs, fingers skating down my sides, slow and sure, “I was thinkin’ about you the whole ride back. About the way you looked with your legs wrapped around Jasper, gasping for him.”

Heat floods my cheeks, my thighs, everywhere.

He hooks his thumbs in my waistband, eyes daring me. “Take ’em off. Now.”

I glance over at Jasper. He’s silent—watching, jaw locked, fists clenched, hunger blazing in his eyes. He doesn’t stop us.

Riot drags my jeans and underwear slowly down my legs, making a show of it. He lifts me onto the seat, pushing my back down towards the handlebars. Then he spreads my legs wide and drops to his knees in front of me.

“Oh, fuck…” I whisper before his mouth is even on me. His tongue flicks my clit, slow at first, then faster. I grab the handlebars behind me, desperate for something to hold on to.

He groanslike he’s starving, like the taste of me is the only thing that’s ever satisfied him. I’m already panting, head tipping back, when I feel another presence—closer now.

Jasper steps in, stalking forward, eyes locked on where Riot’s mouth is wrecking me. He kneels beside Riot, hands sliding up my thighs, and presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, then higher.

Riot glances up, mouth glistening. “I’m not stopping, Reign. So either deal with it… or help.”

A pause—electric, charged.

“Guess we’re both hungry tonight,” he says.

Jasper’s lips trail up my thigh, biting softly, while Riot devours me, tongue relentless. Jasper’s fingers slide inside—one, then two, curling, finding every spot that makes me writhe.

Riot pulls back just enough to murmur, “Bet she tastes even sweeter when she’s got all our attention.”

Jasper licks right over where Riot just was, slow and taunting. “You were right.”

Their tongues take turns teasing my clit—alternating, syncing, never letting me catch my breath. Jasper’s fingers thrust harder, deeper, curling inside mewhileRiot licks me until I’m nothing but nerve endings and want, my cries echoing off the garage walls.

I can’t even speak. I’m completely gone. Being held open and devoured—made into something holy under both oftheirmouths and hands, the world blurring to nothing but heat and the way they worship me.