Page 6 of Never Dance with the Devils (Never Say Never #6)

KAYLA

M y sister-in-law, Janey, reads vampire romance books, and she told us about one where the female main character was basically surrounded by vampires, sucking her blood and sucking her clit until she entered some sort of blissed-out state of consciousness.

At the time, I’d laughed, thinking it sounded ridiculous.

Multiple men? Multiple orgasms? Altered consciousness?

No way. Pure imaginary fantasy. Or so I’d thought.

As it turns out, it isn’t ridiculous at all. It’s real. I’m experiencing it.

And whatever this is, whatever is happening, I want more of it. Lots more.

Being with two men isn’t something I ever considered, and I have no idea what I’m doing or how I’m going to feel about it tomorrow, but I have no intention of stopping.

I understand that sometimes the universe offers us a one-time deal, and somewhere on that club dance floor, I decided that’s what tonight is.

A one-time, “ no regerts ”, as my brother would say, adventure into the forbidden experience of a menage a trois .

I’ve already come twice, once with Riggs between my legs and Maddox talking dirty in my ear, and a second time with Maddox between my legs and Riggs behind my back, his dick pressed to my spine while he held my legs, exposing me in what should have felt crude but felt wickedly naughty.

Already, I can tell the difference in their touches.

Riggs is gentle, but big… so damn big. Even one of his fingers was filling, and when he slid a second inside, I came almost instantly at the deliciously painful stretch.

And his murmurs are all about how good I’m doing and how he can’t wait to feel me on his cock.

There’s an intensity woven through his every word, every move.

Maddox, on the other hand, is filthy-mouthed and bossy.

He seems to instinctually know exactly what my body can handle and took me to the edge three times without letting me come.

I was irritated about it, mouthily ordering him to quit stopping.

I even offered to show him what to do if he wasn’t sure, which he arrogantly told me would be a ‘fucking sexy sight’.

I’d been both annoyed and flattered, and I tried to hide my response, but that was when he took me to the edge again, hard and fast and leaving no room for argument that he knew exactly what he was doing.

The resulting orgasm made the delay so worth it, and though I’d deny it, I’m pretty sure my noisy cries sold me out.

Both are amazing.

“Get on all fours,” Maddox demands. Part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, but considering he’s helping me into the position my body actually wants, and he seems to truly be after my pleasure, I obey.

To be clear, it’s because it’s what I want, not because he told me to.

“Fuck, man. Come look at this,” he tells Riggs.

It feels lewd and obscene for them to be staring at my core, which I’m sure is reddened from both men’s scruff and messy with my own orgasms. But any shyness I feel about it dissipates when I glance in the mirror over the dresser.

They look reverent, like they’re bearing witness to something awe-inspiring even though it’s just… me. “So damn pretty.”

Feeling emboldened by Maddox’s words, I reach between my legs, spreading my lips so they can see even more. When they both groan in delight and reach for their dicks, I feel like a triumphant siren, luring not only one man to ruin, but two.

Riggs comes around the bed, pulling the chair from the corner closer to the bed before sitting down.

He’s scooted down to the seat’s edge so that he’s slouching, with his legs spread out to relieve the tension he has to be feeling.

He cups the bulge in his jeans and I lick my lips, wanting to see him, wanting to taste him the way he tasted me.

But behind me, I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and glance back.

The thin cover of the condom does nothing to disguise what Maddox is about to fuck me with.

He’s long, thick, and standing rock hard.

He gives himself a stroke, hissing as he grips his base tightly.

“You ready?” he asks, lining up at my entrance.

“Give me all you got,” I challenge. Is it stupid? Probably. But I’ve already fallen completely into recklessness, so what’s a little more?

I want to see what’s beyond reckless and I think Maddox can show me , a voice whispers.

I am not reckless. I am calculating and cold, cynical and jaded, and never do stupid shit just for myself.

The things I do for myself are as equally well-thought-out and selected as everything else in my life—hairdresser, waxes, Pilates classes, salads, reading the business pages, listening to the gossip in the investment world.

All good things that I do for myself, to better my daily life and my future.

But right now, my only thought is of pleasure, of staying in this not-so-mythical, blissed-out state of consciousness.

Maddox grips my hips in his hands, his fingertips digging into my skin as he slides into me, inch by glorious inch.

When I think he must be balls-deep, somehow, there’s more, and still, I manage to take him.

I’m already trembling as he’s fully seated in me, and he grinds his hips against my ass. “Fuck, you feel good, Princess.”

I like that pet name better than good girl, especially groaned out rough and guttural like that, and I smile at the compliment.

I glance in the mirror again, finding Maddox with his head thrown back and his eyes closed like he’s focusing on the sensations of my walls surrounding him.

I squeeze my internal muscles, massaging him, wanting him to lose control, wanting to torture him the way he’s already done me.

In response, he pulls back and then slams all the way back in, his hands holding me in place so I can’t rebound from the impact. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be a punishment or a reward, but it feels good.

He does it again and again and then starts pulling me onto him with each deep stroke, making me fuck him back.

It quickly becomes rough and wild, and when his palm slaps down on my ass cheek, I’m not surprised.

Hell, I think I was lifting my ass to ask for it.

“Again,” I moan, and he obliges, raining smacks to one cheek, then the other.

I don’t need to see my skin to know it’s red. I can feel the heat, feel the sting.

Riggs shifts in his chair, a low rumble in his chest. I’m ashamed to say I kinda forgot about him with the savage way Maddox is taking me, so I blink to clear my vision, forcing my eyes to focus on Riggs’s. “You like watching? That your thing?”

The small shake of his head is barely an answer, but the lift of his lips into a smirk feels dangerous. Like he’s warning me. “No, he gets to go first to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Hurt me?

That should have every warning siren going off in my head.

Maybe a few spinning red lights of alarm too.

But something about the way he says it—soft, meaningful, vulnerable—makes me more curious than freaked out.

And when he runs his hand up the somehow even thicker ridge in his jeans, my curiosity turns into perverse hunger.

I want to see him, but before I can ask, Maddox wraps my hair in his fist, lifting my face to the mirror. “Watch yourself come for me again.”

I’m nowhere close to that. He feels amazing, but I don’t think I could come again if I wanted to. I don’t think I could even with one of the buzzing toys I bought from Samantha’s Bedroom Heaven business that promises an O in under a minute.

Like he can read my doubt on my face, Riggs leans forward to nuzzle at my exposed neck, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses at first, and then sucking sharply.

Fuck, I should stop him. I cannot go into work tomorrow with a hickey like some dumbass teenager, but instead of ‘no’, what comes out is a whimper.

“Get her tits, man,” Maddox tells Riggs. I feel my nipples being pinched, but my eyes have fluttered closed again, Maddox’s order to watch myself all but forgotten as the assault on my senses sweeps me under again.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m close.” I don’t know how that happened so fast. I was sure I couldn’t.

“Do it. Come for me like a good girl,” Maddox grits out as his palm slaps my ass again.

I want to tell him to quit calling me that, but the orgasm overtakes me too fast and I can’t get the words out.

I think they’re right—I don’t want to like that, but my body does.

Waves of bliss roll through me and sparkles dance behind my lids, and still, Maddox is pounding into me, never slowing his frantic pace.

I feel myself lifted to my knees, one of Maddox’s arms wrapped around my chest just above my breasts and the other around my waist. His breath is hot on my ear as he rumbles, “Watch us. All three of us.”

Maddox’s head is visible over my shoulder, his knees inside mine, keeping me spread lewdly.

Riggs’s back is a broad roadmap of tattoos, the muscles working as he stands at the bed’s edge.

My nipples are red and hard, swollen from all the attention, and between my legs, I can see where Maddox and I meet as he continues to slam into me.

We look… erotic, sensual and sexy, and confidence rises in me that these two men want me. And I want them. It’s wrong, or at least some people would think so, but in this moment, it feels so very right.

Riggs’s hand goes to my clit and I grab at his forearm, trying to pull him away.

I really can’t come again. But he’s so strong and his fingers are so good, and the stern look he gives me dares me to give in, so I swallow the words.

He doesn’t tease gently at my clit this time.

No, he matches Maddox’s intensity, his fingers pressed hard against me and blurring as they quickly swipe back and forth.