Page 6 of Malice: The Mate Games (Apocalypse #3)
Chapter
Four
CHAOS
M erri’s voice, though only a whisper, filled the room with such powerful lust magic I had to bite back a groan. Sin was already turning his body, preparing to indulge her request, no doubt. But I wasn’t about to be looked over a third time.
“I’ve got her,” I said, striding forward and pulling Merri out of his arms.
Cradling her, I allowed myself a glance down at the state of the woman who had us all at her mercy.
Here and now, I’d do just about anything she wanted.
I couldn’t even blame it fully on the fact she was a succubus.
I couldn’t pinpoint when exactly she’d assumed such control over me; it felt like only yesterday that I despised her presence in my life. Now I couldn’t imagine it without her.
“Hi, Red,” I murmured, hoping to coax the snarky, playful woman to the surface.
She responded by reaching up and gripping the nape of my neck, forcing my head down as she took my lips with hers. The kiss wasn’t sweet or tender. It was painfully starved.
A fleeting thought gave me pause. What if she might never be sated? Had we all been the victims of some trap set by our enemies, doomed to spend eternity in an endless cycle of lust and feeding?
As quickly as the thought took shape, the press of her warm body against mine sent it fleeing. We’d deal with it if and when we had to. For now, all that mattered was her.
I nipped at her lower lip, drawing a breathy sigh from her.
I started to pull back so I could better navigate the room with her in my hold, but she didn’t appreciate the distance.
She hissed and writhed in my arms, the grip she had on the back of my head tightening as she pulled my face back down to hers.
Depositing her on the bed, I took my time shedding what was left of my clothes.
I’d discarded my shirt while Malice was taking care of her, the arousal in the air too strong to keep my body from reacting.
Just the brush of fabric on my skin had been too much to take.
It had been a show of great strength to leave my sweatpants on.
As it was, the inside of them was a mess of precum, a dark stain spread across the front.
Merri's eyes seemed to lock on the patch, and a wicked smile curved her lush lips. She knew what she did to us, and she was proud of it.
“Hungry, Red?” I asked, taking hold of my aching length behind the cotton and squeezing hard.
She licked her lips and surged forward as if I was denying her her favorite snack.
I stopped her with a hand around her throat, lightly collaring her and holding her in place. “Not so fast, Red. You want me, we’re playing by my rules.”
Anger flashed across her face and she fought me, reaching for the waistband of my pants.
“The two of you aren’t playing the same game,” Grim muttered.
“Hell, you’re not even on the same court.” Sin’s words were laced with amusement.
“I put my money on Merri bringing him to his knees before the minute’s up.”
I glared at Malice over Merri’s tousled hair. “You’ve had your fun. Get the fuck off our bed.”
“Since when is this your bed?” Malice countered with a lift of his brow. Then, like the arrogant asshole he was, he made himself more comfortable among her pillows.
“Fine. Enjoy the show.”
Merri’s nails scraped along my abs. Not gentle, playful scratches, but hard, insistent ones.
“Enough of this,” I barked before flipping her onto her hands and knees, ass in the air, pink pussy on display.
The swollen folds were glistening with cum.
“She’s dripping,” I murmured for the others’ benefit.
“Allow me,” Grim said, the inky phantom shape of a hand appearing between her legs for a brief second before scooping up the milky fluid and pushing it back inside her. “There. Now it’s where it belongs.”
She whimpered and arched her back, begging for more without words.
My cock was a throbbing, aching thing, desperate to be freed. “Out of the way, Death. She needs me.” I shoved my sweats down and palmed my dripping length.
Grim’s shadow retreated, leaving Merri bared to me. I reached out and grasped the full globes of her ass in each hand and spread her wide, just as I had in my dream. She was every bit as glorious as I’d remembered.
Positioning myself between her legs, I fed my cock inside her welcoming body in one long thrust. She cried out and arched again.
“You like that? You like the way I fuck you, Merri?”
Her answering moan had my balls tightening. She shifted her weight, rocking her hips back and forth as she tried to bring me to my finish far too soon for my liking. That wouldn’t do. She wasn’t in charge here. I was.
And I would come when I was ready.
Releasing her ass, I reached forward and grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her arms behind her back and forcing her face down onto the bed.
It wasn’t a gentle transition. Her chest dropped to the comforter, the move angling her hips up and back and forcing me to slide deeper than I thought possible inside her.
We both groaned at the unexpected shift in our position.
“You might act like you want control, Red, but you fucking love when I take it.”
She thrashed beneath me, like she could deny the truth of my words.
Adjusting my hold on her wrists so I held both with one hand, I reached forward and threaded my fingers through the hair at the base of her skull, tugging until she was upright.
“Admit it,” I growled into her ear.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Lowering her back into position, I kept my hold in place and began thrusting in long, languid rolls of my hips.
She wanted my orgasm, but I also recognized the distinct lack of her own climax.
Merri might be focused on feeding from us, not giving the others a chance to bring her off, but I wasn’t one to leave my woman unsatisfied.
Every drag of my cock along her G-spot had her walls squeezing me, a flood of wetness following.
“More,” Merri gritted out.
I was already pounding into her with enough force I knew she’d feel the memory of me inside her for days. Sin must have registered the conflict in my expression because he said, “I don’t think she means you.”
“What?” I grunted, carrying on a conversation with him while balls deep inside her. Not the easiest feat to manage.
He moved until he could meet my gaze and gave me a droll stare. “She wants another cock, Chaos.”
The bed dipped as Malice came to his knees in front of her. “Let go of her hair.”
Muscles trembling from the effort it took not to find my release, I slowed my pace and looked to the man who knelt naked at Merri’s head.
“You already had your turn with her.”
I pulled harder on her hair, making her cunt flutter around me, and a whimper escaped her lips. But I also saw the way she looked at Malice, specifically his straining cock. Sin was right. She wanted another.
Malice challenged me without words, leaving the decision up to me. But Merri had already made it for me. This was all about her and what she needed. My pride would heal.
“Fine.” I released her hair with a soft snarl. Malice was quick to scoop the long strands up into a sort of ponytail so he could take over, guiding her movement from that end.
“Fuuuck,” Malice groaned as she engulfed his length in what had to be the perfect heat of her mouth.
Jealousy spiked inside me for a fleeting moment because I wanted to know her in that way. I wanted to know her in every way possible.
“Not gonna lie, guys. This is a really pretty picture. Our girl all trussed up, getting spit roasted.”
Any other moment and I’d have socked Sin right in the mouth, but I was a bullet train on the way to my climax. Nothing was going to stop me now.
The grip on her wrist and hip tightened until I could see my fingers digging into her skin. The thought that I might leave my mark on her again sent me over the edge. Merri might be pleasuring both of us, but she was still fucking mine.
“I’m coming,” I panted, my voice tight and desperate.
Merri tilted her hips back so she could take me deeper, but I wasn’t sure if the move was hers or if it was a result of the hold I had on her hip.
Either way, our bodies seemed to be completely in tune with what the two of us needed in this moment.
She moaned as my thrusts grew erratic and pleasure overtook my senses.
Her answer to me losing the rhythm was rolling her hips in sensual circles, which only prolonged my orgasm.
Somewhere in this suspended sexual fog, I could feel the tug of her energy pulling on mine.
Not like she was feeding, but like she was drawing part of me into her.
Like we were linked in more ways than simply physical.
Malice grunted, his breaths coming in sharp pants as he must’ve also reached his peak.
“You look beautiful taking us both,” I whispered as I came back to myself.
My palm skated up her back, rubbing soothing circles between her shoulder blades. I needed her to know she was so fucking good to us.
“Perfect,” Malice agreed, his thumb stroking her cheek as he slid out of her.
Arms free once more, Merri pushed herself up and looked over her shoulder. “More,” she demanded.
“Jesus,” Sin said with a laugh. “I’ve heard of an insatiable appetite, but this is next level.” Shaking his head, he climbed up on the bed. “Catch your breath, boys, I’ll tap back in.”
Merri gave a slight shake of her head, her pitch-black eyes landing on Grim.
I smirked, knowing exactly how this was going to go. “You’re up, old man.”
Grim swallowed hard, concern etched into every line on his face. “It can’t be me.”
“It’s you she wants.”
“There’s nothing I can do for her.” Panic replaced the concern on his face as he took three rapid steps backward toward the door.
“No!” she shouted, her voice cracking through the room like a whip.
“I’ll ruin everyth?—”
Merri screeched in frustration, throwing out a hand before making a fist and yanking at something none of us could see.
Grim grunted, then his eyes went wide, and, for a beat, everything fucking stopped. I had to blink to ensure I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing. Then I blinked again, because I still didn’t believe it.
“Did she just—” Malice started, shock rendering his voice barely above a whisper.
“She did,” Sin confirmed.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
Where Merri had been holding nothing but air now stood a very discernible shadow form.
Grim’s shadow form.