Page 53 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

Picking me up, he wraps my legs around his waist and sits on the edge of the bed, where I continue to suck and pull his salty skin into my mouth. I nip him with my teeth, and I leave a deep, purple mark for him to appreciate later when he looks in the mirror.

Widening his legs, he scoots forward on the mattress, and I gasp a breathy moan as a certain talented tongue slips between my folds and devours me from below.

Coffin’s hand drifts down my spine, and goosebumps sprout everywhere as they descend lower and lower until he’s touching me there… My ass.

His finger swirls around the opening and pulls back long enough to let Rot slather the hole with his tongue, lubing my entrance.

“I’m gonna finger your ass, Sweet Cheeks.”

I whimper hotly against his throat.

It’s been far too long since I’ve been touched there.

“Yeah. Fuck her sweet ass, brother.” Rot breathes against my pussy, bathing it in his warm breath before his tongue swirls around my clit.

Coffin pushes the tip of his finger against my hole, but it doesn’t give. It puckers tighter as I tense up, worried how it might feel .

“Relax and suck,” he encourages, swirling his digit, getting me nice and wet with Rot’s saliva.

When he presses again, I exhale through my nose and bite Coffin’s neck. He groans and slips in deeper, filling me with his thick finger. It burns on the glide, but I don’t hate it. It takes a few moments to adjust, and when I do, every part of my body relaxes and accepts him into me.

“Fuck. That’s it.”

“You’re such a good girl,” Rot praises, sliding two fingers into my dripping pussy.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I moan as they take their time fingering me, fucking me on their digits.

Drunk on pleasure, I don’t realize when Rot’s fingers are replaced by Coffin’s freed cock. The glide is glorious. It’s perfection. It’s everything.

Coolness bathes my asshole as lube drizzles across the rim. Coffin removes his digit, and before I can ask what they’re doing, Rot lines up behind me and pushes inside.

“Oh. Fuck,” I grunt against Coffin’s throat, sinking my nails into his shoulders.

“You take our dicks like such a good, good girl,” Rot praises, rubbing my back as he slowly, with all the care in the world, thrusts into my ass an inch at a time.

“I’m full,” I croak, shivering like I’m attached to a live wire.

“Yeah. So full. We’ve got you.”

“Look at me, Sweet Cheeks.” Coffin fists my hair and tugs my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze. My mouth parts in a rough gasp, and he licks my top lip. “I’m gonna bleed you now.”

Like they’re a well-oiled machine, Rot offers Coffin a blade. The same one from his boot. He nods thanks to his brother and drags the cool edge across my throat.

I tremble.

“Where do you want a new mark?” he rumbles.

“Wh-where do you want to put it?”

“I just want your blood.”

“Then take it.”

Slicing across my collarbone, I hiss as blood rushes to the surface. Coffin groans at the sight, throws the blade on the floor, and dives in to drink my offering as he grips under my cheeks and slowly forces me to ride them both. In and out, their cocks fill my holes and drag out my pleasure.

On and on…

I take them.

Feel them.

Connect.

Rot kisses my back and reaches around to play with my pierced nipples.

My cunt and ass clench in ecstasy, and they groan in unison.

They use me and I use them.

I bite Coffin, and he bites me.

“Your ass is so fuckin’ perfect,” Rot grunts, and I look over my shoulder to find him watching his shaft glide in and out of my hole, mesmerized. His eyelids heavy, his chest heaving for air.

When he glances up and meets my gaze, he stills, his face contorts, and his hips stutter as he dumps cum into my hole. The greedy place squeezes, wanting to draw every twitch from him .

Rot’s eyes roll into the back of his skull, and his entire body quakes.

“Aw fuck.” Coffin slams me down on his shaft, and the door to the bedroom flies open. It hits the wall, and in stalks a furious Necro wearing low-slung jeans, his mask, and nothing else.

He takes one look at me, at his brothers, our position, and he cocks his head to the side.

The fury drains from his face as his blue-white eyes latch onto mine, and the tether that’s been missing all these months locks back into place, stronger than before.

Wanting to see him, I wave him over. I don’t know why.

But I do. And he comes. He doesn’t hesitate to stop beside us and comb his healing fingers through my hair.

Tilting my head back, he forces me to maintain eye contact as Rot slips free of my ass and out drips his seed, making a mess.

“I missed you,” I croak.

Necro says nothing as he holds my hair and watches me. His throat bobs as he swallows hard.

“Do you wanna join us?” Coffin offers, lifting my ass and removing himself from my pussy.

Turning me in his arms, he gently lays me on the mattress.

My legs fall open, giving them a front-row view of my naked body.

While I might be somewhat insecure at times, it’s impossible to be when all three men line up at the end of the bed and stare at me like feral animals.

Rot crawls onto the mattress beside me and draws a nipple into his mouth.

“Ask him again,” he whispers.

No way. No goddamn way. This can’t be fuckin’ real.

She’s not here.

This isn’t her.

This is another one of those cruel dreams.

My heart punches out of my chest as I watch my brother glide his hand down a soft, milky belly that looks like Sola’s, over a red mound, and between a pair of legs that also look like hers.

I heard them fucking someone when I came upstairs to find them, so we could talk. But when I heard this… I expected to find… someone else here.

Not My Soul.

I tentatively touch her ankle. It’s silky, warm, and real as I rub my thumb across her skin and blink… and blink and blink, waiting for the vision of her to change and my mind to catch the fuck up.

But it doesn’t.

The moans are hers.

The dried blood at her throat—Sola’s.

My Soul.

I swallow, and it hurts like hell, but that’s what happens when you try to kill yourself and fail.

But I’m used to the pain.

It’s a comfort.

A reminder of what I deserve and who I am.

“Please.” Sola’s sweet voice floats on the air as she waves for me to join her in bed.

No.

This isn’t real.

Coffin clasps me on the shoulder and steps behind me. He reaches around and undoes my jeans. For whatever reason, I don’t stop him.

He shoves them down to my knees and exposes my rock-hard, mutilated shaft to the figment of my imagination.

She gasps and sits up.

Getting closer, puffs of her hot breath bathe my swollen shaft, and if I didn’t know any better, she licks her lips like I dreamed she would—wanton, needy.

Fuck.

“Can I touch him?” she purrs and flicks her tongue out to lick a salty pearl from the tip.

The sudden ripple of pleasure registers in my brain like a bomb going off.

I step back and am met with a solid wall of muscle behind me.

“Put your cock in her mouth,” Coffin orders.

Pretty eyelashes, framing impossibly green eyes, bat as she sticks her tongue out and wiggles it for me.

Are you real ? My fingers tremble as I sign.

The subtle dip of her chin and lowering of her light lashes has my knees damn near buckling.

Coffin pushes me forward, and my cock head kisses Sola’s lips.

She moans.

Wait.

She moans…

I look down at my ugly appendage and back at her.

She’s looking at it and she’s not… freaked out.

“Let her taste you,” Coffin whispers in my ear.

I can’t believe this is happening.

He’s really here, and he’s letting me look at him.

Really look at him.

His cock is beautiful.

Damaged and beautiful.

Thick and long and covered in veins. There’s a manscaped patch of black hair at the root, and his balls are heavy. They hang beneath his cock with purpose, and damn if that’s not sexy.

There are at least a dozen rungs of steel down his shaft and a thick Prince Albert loop through the head.

His skin is scarred, puckered, like it’s been burned.

On the head, there’s a cross branded into flesh.

It’s deep, and I can’t imagine how much pain he endured when they did that to him—the cult Coffin mentioned.

There’s no other reason for the mutilation.

But now it makes a lot more sense. Why he always fucked me from behind or with my eyes covered, and he wouldn’t let me touch him.

His thighs are far worse. Littered in scars, some deep, angry, and missing hair, while others are thin, raised, and flesh-colored.

But there’s no mistaking the damage didn’t happen overnight.

This type of scarring takes years to develop.

The deepest crater in his thigh breaks my heart, knowing something was carved from flesh and forced to heal.

Yet.

He’s beautiful… to me.

Perfectly imperfect.

Wanting him… no needing him, to know I love the way it looks and that it turns me on seeing him so open and willing, even if Coffin is the one to expose him to me, I flick my tongue out again, encouraging Necro to feed me the tip.

His eyes widen in suspicion, and he tries to step back as he covers his erection with both hands. Not letting him escape, Coffin shoves him forward, forcing Necro’s knees to hit the edge of the bed.

“She’s ours. Feed her. Now.” Coffin presses the tip of a blade to his president’s ribs. To me, he growls, “Suck his cock, Sweet Cheeks.”

Scooting myself closer on my belly, I meet those intense blue-white eyes as I carefully move his hands out of the way and close my mouth around the tip and moan.

God. He tastes amazing. He feels amazing.

Hot and heavy. Salty. Toying with the ring, I flick it a few times before sucking him a little deeper, careful not to hit my teeth on his jewelry.

Necro stops breathing.

His abs tighten.

His eyes slam shut, and his cock twitches, flooding my mouth with cum.

Groaning like a greedy whore, I savor every drop and swallow every last morsel.