Page 83 of Hymns of the Broken

My breath hitches, anticipation and need warring inside me. Riot’s eyes flare, heat igniting behind his gaze, and his voice is rough silk when he answers. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Reign.”

“Careful,” Jasper warns. “You’ll find out just how dangerous if you don’t keep your hands exactly where I can see them.”

Riot holds his hands up teasingly. “All yours.”

Jasper turns me in his arms, his mouth crashing down onto mine, fierce and claiming, as if proving a point. His fingers fist in my hair, tilting my head back as he deepens the kiss. Riot watches intently, gaze burning a trail over us both, and I can’t help but moan against Jasper’s mouth.

Jasper breaks the kiss just enough to murmur darkly, loud enough for Riot to hear, “Think you can handle just watching, Riot? Or is it going to kill you, not knowing exactly how she tastes?”

Riot’s eyes blaze with something feral, something dangerous. “Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

Riot’s eyes never leave me, dark and molten, even as Jasper’s mouth claims mine, hungry and brutal. I feel Riot’s stare like a second pair of hands—leaving goosebumps in its wake. My skin prickles, heat shooting down my spine. I can’t decide which is worse—Jasper’s control or Riot’s hungry need. Or maybe it’s perfect, being split open between them.

Jasper pulls back, his grip still bruising my waist, holding me steady. “Go ahead, Riot,” he says. “Watch real close. But you keep your hands to yourself…for now.”

Riot laughs under his breath, a sound that’s half growl and half dare. “You really want to make me suffer, don’t you?”

Jasper’s answer is to bite down on my neck, right where Riot can see, marking me. My gasp echoes through the haunted house as Jasper drags his lips up to my ear, voice pitched low for both of us. “Let him see how pretty you are when you cum for me. Let him know exactly what he’s missing.”

Riot shifts, adjusts himself through his jeans—clearly hard, clearly aching, and not even bothering to hide it. “You like this, Hellcat?” He murmurs. “Knowing I’m right here, watching? Knowing you’ve got both of us thinking about what we’d do to you?”

My pulse spikes. I can’t help it—my head tips back against Jasper’s shoulder, eyes fluttering half shut as his hand slides beneath my shirt, teasing the edge of my bra, dragging the moment out. He wants Riot to see just how much he owns me, but he wants me to see it too. My cheeks flush, shame and heat mixing, but it just makes me wetter.

“You know you want his eyes on you,” Jasper growls, his hand sliding down to grip my thigh, hiking my skirt higher. “You like being wanted, Wicked Thing. You like knowing we’d both ruin anyone who tried to touch you.” He drags his teeth along my jaw. “But only I get to make you cum.”

Riot’s breath stutters, his gaze wild, lips parted as he watches Jasper’s hand sliding higher. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” he says. “Reign…you’re gonna let me have a taste.”

I moan, caught between them, the air thick with need and jealousy.

“Keep watching, Riot. Because if you so much as blink, you’ll miss the best part.”

And right there, pressed between Jasper’s body and Riot’s hungry gaze, I realize I’ve never been more wanted—or more utterly theirs.

Riot’s eyes rake over every inch of me, not even bothering to hide the way he’s palming himself through his jeans. Jasper’s hand slides under my skirt, rough fingers dragging up my thigh until I’m shaking, barely able to breathe. I’m just barely able to go along with this game we’re playing.

Jasper bites my neck, sucking another mark. “You like putting on a show, don’t you, baby?” He growls as he grinds against my ass. “You like knowing he’s getting hard for you, wishing he could touch you.”

I shake my head, caught between them, skin burning everywhere. Riot’s stare pins me open, his voice rough. “You’re fucking perfect, Sawyer. I wish you could see what you do to me.”

Jasper’s free hand slides up under my shirt, flicking my nipple until I’m biting back a scream, arching into his touch. “Go on, Riot,” he taunts, voice lethal. “Keep watching. You wanna know how she tastes? Burn it into your fucking memory. This is what you’ll be thinking about tonight when you jerk off alone.”

Jasper’s hand finds my panties, soaked through, fingers slipping inside without mercy. I moan—loud and unashamed. “Fuck, Jasper—”

He growls in my ear, “Louder, baby. Let Riot hear how good I make you feel.” He moves his fingers harder, faster, until I’m shaking, fighting not to cum too fast.

Riot is breathing raggedly, practically trembling. “Touch yourself for me, Hellcat. Let me see how much you want this. Want us.”

But Jasper tightens his grip on my hip, owning me. “Don’t fucking move, Sawyer. You cum when I say you can. And you—” he locks eyes with Riot, daring him, “Riot, keep your hands where I can see them, or I’ll break your fucking fingers. But watch—watch what’s mine.

He slides his fingers out, bringing them to my lips, smearing my wetness on my mouth. “Taste yourself, baby. Show him how filthy you are.”

I suck his fingers into my mouth, staring Riot dead in the eyes, letting my tongue swirl around them, and I moan, savoring every second of being wanted, devoured by both of them in different ways.

Jasper’s voice is ragged and raw. “Look at you, my perfect slut. So wet for me… Or is that for us?”

Riot’s hands are fists, knuckles white. “Fuck, you’re killing me, Reign. You’re killing both of us.”

Jasper’s grin is savage. “Good. Because when I finally let you have a taste, you’ll be begging for it.”