Page 84 of Hymns of the Broken

Riot can’t help himself anymore—his restraint snaps. He reaches out, hand landing on my bare thigh, hot and shaking, fingers sliding up—

Jasper’s grip tightens viciously, slamming me harder against his chest. “Did I fucking say you could touch her?” He snarls, voice like a razor. His control is brutal and absolute.

But Riot’s eyes are blown wide. “Let me feel her, Reign. I need—fuck, just let me—”

Jasper’s hand closes around Riot’s wrist, stopping him inches from where I need them both. “You want her so bad, you can watch. You can listen to every sound she makes, but you don’t get to touch—unless I tell you. Unless she begs for it.”

He turns my face toward Riot, his fingers in my hair, forcing me to meet both their eyes. “You want him, baby? Want to let him touch you while I’m inside you? Then you’d better fucking beg for it.”

I’m already dizzy, ruined with need, my body burning between them. “Please…” my voice breaks on the word. “Let him touch me, Jasper. Please—I want both of you.”

Riot’s fingers dig in where Jasper still holds him. “Hear that, Reign? She wants us. Both of us. Don’t make her wait.”

Jasper’s eyes go predator. He releases Riot’s wrist but never stops glaring at him, hand flexing on my throat, holding me still. “One hand. That’s all you get, Riot. Try more, and I’ll break it.”

Riot slides his hand up my thigh, fingers skimming under my skirt, bold but careful not to cross Jasper’s line. He watches my face, hungry, awed, reverent. “God, Sawyer…you feel like a fucking dream.”

Jasper’s other hand slips between my legs, pressing his fingers inside me as Riot’s thumb circles my clit—both of them working me, driving me insane. I whimper, overwhelmed, every nerve alive, pleasure crashing through me, knowing I’m the center of both of their worlds right now.

“Look at her, Riot,” Jasper commands, his voice feral. “Look at what we do to her. Remember this, because it’s all you’re getting for now. And I’m not sure if I’ll ever let you again.”

Riot’s hand is bold, fingers skimming over my clit with just the right amount of pressure to make my thighs tremble. He leans in close. “Fuck, you’re soaked. All this for us? You like knowing anyone could walk in and see you taking both of our hands? Ibet you’d love it if someone watched you get ruined, wouldn’t you, Hellcat?

His words hit me like a shockwave—my cunt clenches around Jasper’s fingers so tight he groans, losing that iron control for just a split second.

Jasper’s mouth twists into a wicked grin against my skin. “There it is,” he murmurs approvingly. “She fucking squeezes me every time you open your filthy mouth, Riot. You want to see her cum, then you better keep talking.”

Riot grins, dark eyes glued to where Jasper’s fingers disappear inside me. “You want to cum, pretty thing? You want both of us to push you over the edge right here, with the world just a thin wall away? Let them hear you. Let Jasper feel how desperate you are to break his rules. Say it. Tell us you want to be ruined for everyone.”

Jasper’s hand tightens on my throat, dragging my mouth to his for a bruising kiss. “You’re mine. Never forget it. But you’re going to love making a mess for both of us, won’t you, baby?”

I moan an incoherent reply, torn between humiliation and hunger, already trembling on the edge as their words and hands drive me wild. The risk of getting caught only makes it hotter.

Riot’s thumb circles my clit, relentless, voice pitched low and nasty. “Look at you, fucking dripping. I bet you’d let me drop to my knees and eat you out right here if Jasper let me. You want both of us taking turns, filling every hole—don’t you, Hellcat?”

Oh, my fucking God.

My hips jerk, Jasper’s fingers thrusting deeper, curling until I’m seeing stars. I gasp, lost, and Riot’s eyes go even darker. “Jesus, she’s so fucking wet, Reign. Goddamnit, I wanna taste this pretty pussy so bad.”

Jasper snarls, possessive, and pulls my hair back so I have to look at them both. “You hear that? You want him on his knees for you, baby? Want him to watch me fuck you with my fingers until you scream? Is that what gets you off?”

I nod, too far gone to care who might hear. “Please, please—please, I want it. I want both of you.”

Riot’s hand slides lower, slipping two fingers in beside Jasper’s, stretching me, making me moan—louder than I should.

For a split second, Jasper freezes—eyes narrowed, jaw ticking so hard I swear I can feel it through his whole body. He doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t stop. But I can feel the war inside him—his need to claim me for himself, to rip Riot’s hand away. But then, he sees my face—my lips parted, the way I’m shaking, the complete mess I am for both of them.

Jasper’s grip tightens again. “Don’t get used to this,” he growls at Riot, but there’s a dark curiosity tangled in with the words. “You want to feel her cum? Don’t fucking push it.”

Riot’s breath is hot on my neck. “I can’t believe you’re letting me touch her like this. You gonna let me taste her too, Reign? Let me hear what she sounds like when we make her cum for us?”

Jasper’s fingers thrust deeper. “She’s mine. You can make her scream, but you do it on my terms.”

Riot focuses back on me. “You gonna make a mess all over our hands, Sawyer? You going to let me taste you off his fingers when you’re done?”

Jasper’s teeth graze my ear. “She’s about to. Fuck, she’s squeezing so tight, she can’t decide whose hand she wants more. That’s it, baby—show Riot what you look like when you cum for me. Let him see how much of a good girl you are for me.”

I’m right there, helpless, both of them working me until my body goes tense, ready to shatter. Riot leans in, lips at my throat, teeth just grazing the skin. “Cum for us, Temptress. Cum for both of us before you get us all caught.”