Page 156 of Hymns of the Broken

“You ready for round two, Hellcat?” he growls, voice thick with heat.

She barely has time to gasp before he drives into her hard, making her body jolt forward, her mouth forced down onto my cock. My hips meet her lips and fuck—she takes all of me, choking just a little, eyes fluttering up at me with that desperate, wrecked look I crave.

I groan; the sight alone is almost enough to undo me. “Fuck, Sawyer… Riot, keep doing that.”

Riot flashes me a filthy, wicked grin—pure mischief and challenge. “You like that, Reign? Watch how deep she can take you when I fuck her good.”

He thrusts into her harder, each snap of his hips driving her mouth down onto me until her nose presses to my skin and I’m fighting every instinct not to lose it right then.“You look so good full of us, baby. Bet you could take both of us all night.”

Sawyer moans, the sound vibrating down my cock, her body surrendering to every filthy command.

Riot leans over her, voice right in her ear, but loud enough for me to hear. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. You wanna be our good girl? Wanna get fucked by both of us at once?”

He keeps thrusting, using her body to drive me deeper, his free hand smacking her ass, loving every sound she makes.

And I swear, there’s nothing in this world I want more than this—Sawyer, pinned and fucked between the two of us, every inch of her claimed and worshipped.

RIOT

Sawyer’s a vision—hair tangled, lips slick, eyes glazed with pleasure as I drive into her, using her body to swallow every inch of Jasper’s cock. She takes us both so fucking well, greedy and perfect and ours. I love watching her fall apart, love making her the center of everything we are.

Jasper’s got that look in his eye—dark, wild, barely holding on. He grits out, “My turn,” and I don’t even hesitate. I slow my hips and pull out, my hand is gentle in her hair, but my voice rough as gravel.

“She’s all yours, Reign,” I murmur, giving him a wicked grin. “Show her who she belongs to.”

Jasper hauls her up, flipping her onto her back with one smooth, practiced motion. He hooks her knees over his shoulders, lining himself up, and slides into her in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Sawyer’s head tips back, a moan torn straight from her chest.

“Fuck, Sawyer,” Jasper groans, his hands gripping her hips so tight I know she’ll feel it tomorrow. "Taking all of me—so fucking deep. Bet you missed this, didn’t you?”

I slide in behind her, propping myself on my side, running my hand along her thigh, not missing a single expression on her face as Jasper pounds into her, rough and relentless.

“She loves it,” I tease, breathless, voice hot in her ear. “She loves being fucked by you—being ruined by both of us.”

Jasper’s pace gets harder, his control slipping, eyes burning into Sawyer’s soul. “You’re not getting away from us.”

She cries out, body arching between us, and I can’t help but lean in, kissing her jaw, licking the sweat from her neck. “That’s it, Hellcat. Please take it. Give him everything.”

Jasper glances up, eyes wild, and for a second I see the truce between us—our need, our hunger, our love for her, tangled together.

And, fuck, I wouldn’t trade this for anything.

Jasper’s fucking her hard, hips snapping, breath ragged. He’s so far gone I can see it in the way his jaw clenches, his knuckles white on Sawyer’s thighs. She’s moaning, whimpering, barely able to take a breath between all the pleasure. The look in her eyes is one of pure surrender, bliss, and madness rolled into one.

Jasper glances at me, sweat dripping down his temple, eyes black with need. “Get over here, Riot,” he growls, voice rough and commanding. “Let’s see if she can handle both of us again.”

That wicked spark flickers in my chest—I move quickly, crawling up beside Sawyer’s head, kissing her deep and dirty, tasting Jasper on her lips. I stroke myself, already painfully hard, watching her fall apart under Jasper’s hands.

Jasper pulls her hips closer to the edge of the bed, giving me room. “You ready for more, Trouble?” he asks, voice dark silk, his thumb brushing her cheek. “Want us both? Want to be filled so full you can’t even think?”

She nods, breathless, pupils blown wide. “Yes—please,” she begs, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I slide in behind Jasper, lining myself up at her entrance, feeling her squeeze around him. Jasper grins, pure sin, and slows his thrusts, holding her open for me.

“Go slow,” he tells me, but his tone is all challenge. “I wantherto feel every inch. Want her to know she belongs to us.”

I push in, careful at first—her body stretches to take us both, so tight, so hot, and fuck, I almost lose it right there. Sawyer cries out, her nails digging into Jasper’s arms, her body shaking as we move together.

We find a rhythm—Jasper fucking her deep; me pushing in beside him, our bodies pressed tight, cocks sliding side by side inside her, making her take everything we have.