Page 142 of Hymns of the Broken

“That’s it, Hellcat,” Riot murmurs, fucking me so slow I want to scream, hands squeezing my ass. “You love how we fill you up, don’t you? I want you to remember this every time you close your eyes tonight.”

Jasper’s fingers flex, just a little pressure at my throat, enough to make me dizzy. “Look at me,” he orders, and I do—his eyes black and bottomless, hungry enough to swallow me whole. “You make the prettiest fucking sounds, you know that? But I want more. I want you screaming for us.”

I gasp as Riot thrusts a little deeper, hitting that spot, and Jasper leans in, wiping tears away. “You’re taking his cock so damn good. Nobody else gets to hear the way you beg. Scream for us, baby.”

I’m so close, every nerve ending set on fire, and then Riot pulls out and Jasper takes his place—slamming into me hard and fast, no mercy, no more slow torture. I arch, crying out, vision going white as his hips crash against mine.

Riot crouches beside me, fingers tangling in my hair. “You look so fucking pretty getting ruined by him, Angel. You’re perfect like this—wrecked and messy and all ours.”

Riot’shand tightens at my throat, possessive, unyielding. Jasper is still moving inside me, slow as sin, his grip bruising my hips, his mouth pressed to my neck.

But then Jasper leans forward, biting out, “I’m done waiting. Let her cum for me, Riot.”

Riot snarls, refusing to give in. “She’ll cum for me first, Reign.”

Jasper’s fingers flex, dragging my mouth to his. “You think so? I decide when she falls apart.”

I moan, dizzy from the tug-of-war, from the way they both claim me with every word and touch. Riot’s hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to meet his eyes. “We could fight all night. Or—”

He glances at Jasper, a wicked grin breaking across his face. “—We could make her take us both at the same time. The first time we do this, I won’t miss it. I want to see her shatter for both of us.”

Both of them inside me at the same time?My eyes almost bug out of my head. I want to say’No way in hell will that work’, but it sounds too fucking hot to turn down.

Jasper groans, rolling his eyes, but the look on his face is feral—hungry. “Fucking hell, Riot. Our cocks are gonna touch.”

Riot shrugs, wild and reckless. “Don’t act like you’re not curious. You want to watch her cum with both of us inside her, don’t you?”

Something about the challenge makes Jasper even darker, more primal. “Get on your back,” he growls at Riot, “and Sawyer—you’re on top.”

They manhandle me into place, Riot flat on his back, his cock thick and flushed, ready for me. Jasper helps guide me down, the stretch making me gasp, hips shaking with how full I already feel. But before I can catch my breath, Jasper straddles Riot’s hips behind me, cursing under his breath.

Okayyy, hot.

“Move slow, baby,” Jasper rasps, lining himself up, and slowly sliding inside, seating himself next to Riot. “I want you to feel every fucking inch.”

Riot’s hands are everywhere—one clutching my hip, the other sliding between my legs, circling my clit with just enough pressure to drive me insane. His eyes lock on my face, drinking in every whimper, every shudder. “Look at you, Hellcat. Taking both of us. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking tight.”

Jasper’s teeth find my shoulder, biting down hard enough to mark me as his. His hands bruise into my waist, holding me steady, his thrusts slow but deep, deliberate, filthy. “You’re ours,” he growls into my ear. “You cum for us both, or you don’t cum at all.”

The pressure is overwhelming—too much, too good. Too much pain, too much pleasure. My body’s split wide, every inch of me stretched and claimed. I’m sobbing, shaking, eyes rolling back as the two of them start to move together, picking up the pace, bodies grinding against each other inside me. I don’t know where I end and they begin. I never want to know.

Riot’s voice is a broken whisper, desperate and reverent. “Come on, baby. Show us. Scream for us. Let everyone in this fucking house know who owns you.”

Jasper’s hips snap forward, brutal and relentless, each thrust slamming me deeper onto Riot’s cock. “Give it to us, baby,” he rasps. “Let it go. You’re safe.”

The world goes white as I fall apart, convulsing, clenching around them both. I scream—loud, raw, throat aching, back arched—cumming so hard I swear I break apart. My body milks them both, drawing their pleasure out, making them lose whatever control they thought they had left.

Riot’s hands are bruising my hips, his head thrown back, his body trembling under mine as he meets Jasper’s rhythm. “You feel that, Hellcat? You’re gonna make us come—right—fucking—now.”

Jasper’s mouth is hot at my ear, voice ragged and unhinged as he pounds into me, his thrusts turning erratic. “You’re so fucking tight… shit, I can feel him inside you too, fuck—”

Jasper’s hands fist in my hair, the other gripping my waist so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow. Riot’s hips stutter up, both of them grinding into me, and then—

They cum at the same time.

Jasper buries his cock as deep as he can go, letting out a guttural moan, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he spills inside me, hot and endless. Riot’s arms lock around my waist, pulling me down on him as he throbs, filling me so full I can feel it leaking out around both of them.

Their bodies tremble, still pressed tight against me. Jasper’s arms wrap around from behind, holding me up even as I slump forward, boneless, mindless, completely and utterly ruined.