Page 94 of Hymns of the Broken

I roll over, guiding her onto her back with a low growl, hovering above her as she parts her legs instinctively and I press my hips between her thighs. My hand never leaves her body, fingers skating up beneath the shirt she stole from me last night, thumbs stroking the soft skin of her stomach, then her ribs.

I mouth at her collarbone, letting my teeth scrape gently over her skin. “You’re not disposable. Not to me. I need you to feel this. Every time I touch you, I want you to remember you’re wanted. Chosen.” I nip her jaw, lips dragging over her skin as I move lower, worshipping every inch.

Knock knock.

We freeze.

My jaw clenches, breath stuck in my throat. My hand is still beneathhershirt, fingers splayed over the warm skin ofher belly,herpulse beating against my palm.

“Ignore it,” I mutter, already kissing her again, more urgent now, chasing the high we were about to crash into. My lips are frantic against hers, hands roaming—like I can hold her here, right here, and block out the world.

Knock knock.

This timelouder.

Sawyer pulls back just enough to gasp, “Who the hell—”

“I said ignore it,” I growl against her throat, lips dragging along her collarbone, hand sliding under her panties—God, she’s so fucking warm, so fucking soft. My cock throbs, aching to be inside her, the frustration a sharp burn in my gut.

“Unless you want me to let myself in,” comes Riot’s unmistakable voice through the door, cocky and unbothered. “You’re not the only one who gets to have fun with her, Reign.”

Sawyer groans and drops her head against the pillow, her hair spilling wild across the sheets. Her chest heaves, every breath brushing against my lips as I hover above her, torn between wanting to throttle Riot and drag Sawyer right back under me.

I pull back slowly, eyes narrowing toward the door, my entire body still buzzing from the feel of her. My jaw ticks hard. I can feel the heat of jealousy crawling up my spine, turning every muscle rigid.

“I’m gonna kill him,” I mutter.

“Not before I get dressed,” she says, breathless, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with frustration and something dangerously close to amusement.

Knock knock.

Riot’s laughter, muffled but obvious, “You two better not be starting without me.”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, every muscle tight with unsatisfied need. “Pull your shirt down. We’re not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you naked.”

SAWYER

He smacks my ass before rolling off, and I swear my legs almost give out trying to stand. I pull his shirt down over my thighs, cheeks still burning, core still throbbing with frustration, and pad barefoot to the door.

I open it a crack first.

Riot is leaning against the wall like he owns the damn hallway, hat on backward, arms crossed, tattoos peeking out from his loose cut-off shirt, and that damn smirk lighting up his face like Christmas came early.

He looks me up and down, eyes dropping immediately to my bare legs. His smirk deepens, eyes flickering with mischief and something far more feral.

“Well, damn, Hellcat.” His voice is thick with heat. “If I’d known you were answering the door like that, I wouldn’t have knocked so politely.” He takes a step closer, his gaze dragging up my body, lingering on every inch he can get away with.

I roll my eyes and open it wider, stepping out just enough for the hallway light to hit the marks Jasper’s mouth left across my neck.

He tips his head, studying the bruises blooming across my neck, and then glances over my shoulder—just enough to clock Jasper standing behind me, shirtless and still bristling with possessiveness.

“By the way,” Riot says, grinning wickedly, “next time you’re gonna talk about my cock while you’re fucking her, maybe close the damn window.”

Jasper stiffens behind me, and I swear I feel his hand twitch on my waist.

Riot’s smirk sharpens. “Whole damn tour probably knows you want her sucking me off while you wreck her. Hell, I could barely finish jerking off outside the bus with the way you were going off like a porn soundtrack.” His eyes drop to me, voice like sin. “You sounded wrecked, Angel. Begged so sweetly.”

Jasper growls behind me, jaw ticking.