Page 41 of Purgatory (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #1)

Alessandra

These guys are going to fucking kill me. One word was all it took and here I am, compromising positions all over the place and loving every sinful minute of it.

Deep breath...time to rewind...

“O-okay.” My heart is pounding. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck, darkening my face to a healthy shade of crimson.

I’ve been with each of these men intimately, but this is a first to have them both here.

.. together. And now they’re on a vendetta specifically to prove to me how beautiful I am?

Which lottery did I win because, heh, jackpot!

At my muttered response both of my guys react. Slowly, sensually, teasing me, driving me absolutely crazy because of it.

Cole drops his face down to capture my lips. Not hard and lust filled like our time in the bachelor pad, but soft, caring. I melt into him but get a surprising nip at my lower lip as he bites, drawing it out.

Ok, guess I was wrong. Not so caring and soft after all fang-boy.

“Look at yourself.” He moves out of the way to reveal my naked body pressed up against Hawk in the mirror. I feel my limbs shaking. I can’t control them. Hell, I can barely control the thoughts running through my head right now.

Hawk must see this as he draws one of his hands up off of my hip, bringing it to my breast and massaging it.

“We’ve got you sweetheart. Trust us.” His thumb drawing circles over my nipple, lifting it to a hard peak.

At my gasp, he brings the other hand up to do the same.

Cole stands to the side, watching and waiting for my reactions like a predator.

“Better yet, look at Hawk’s face. Look at what you do to him.

What you do to us.” I follow his instructions and glance at Hawk’s face in the mirror.

His eyes are glazed over, half hooded, jaw slack with desire.

Just looking at him raises my heartbeat one hundred percent.

At my eye contact, Hawk loses a bit of control, moving his hips against my back, showing me, quite bluntly, the effect I’m having on him.

I take a quick peek over to Cole and notice the same situation happening with him.

The soft fabric of his pajamas not doing anything to hide the bulge I’m, apparently, creating.

Cole takes my peak as an invitation. As Hawk continues massaging my breasts, Cole brings his hand to my stomach, still out of the way of the mirror so that I have to look at every one of his ministrations.

He waits there, silently, until I return my gaze to Hawk’s before lowering his hand ever so slowly.

I’m trembling in anticipation, my imagination conjuring all manner of what might happen between all of us tonight and absolutely none of it is below an R-rating.

“Such a good girl, so fucking beautiful.”

His hand finally descends to my core but strategically manages to miss my clit completely.

I know some guys have no idea where it is.

But I know Cole does and he purposefully bypasses it, trailing his fingers down my crease, teasing me.

He does this a couple more times, never touching where I want him.

Hawk kisses my shoulder and then my neck.

Sucking, wet kisses with little nibbling bites, making me whimper and mewl.

Cole’s fingers start to ghost over my clit giving me just enough to be on this side of excruciating torture.

Over and over again he continues, barely grazing my throbbing nub, my gasps coming out more and more strained.

I feel like my legs are about to give out beneath me soon if someone doesn’t touch me where I want them to.

My body is a ball of fire and no one is even inside of me.

At this point I'm not above begging. “Please...,” I whimper. The sensations these guys are drawing up are driving me absolutely insane. They won’t even let me touch them back.

Every time I reach up or out to grab for them, they either move out of the way or grab my arms to cinch them back down. It’s no fucking fair!

“Please what?” Cole asks. The side of his mouth lifting just a little. He knows what’s up. Dick. But I can’t do anything about it right now apart from follow his commands, hoping that if I do, he’ll give me my reward.

Breathlessly, I reply, “Please touch my clit. Fuck me. I can’t take this anymore.” He takes my words and looks back at the mirror, meeting my eyes in it. Hawk is staring at my eyes as well.

“Mmmm, don’t you just love it when she begs? Aching for release?” Cole asks. His light touches continue, moving closer and closer to where I want him, barely ghosting over and around the area. I swear when they finally touch me, I'm going to explode, they’re winding me up that much.

“She’s so good at it too. If only she were on her knees begging us.

Fuck, I might just come from the thought of it.

” Hawk grinds out and I yelp as he pinches and pulls at my nipples.

I can’t seem to keep my body still. I’m shaking uncontrollably at the suspense.

It's starting to hurt, how much I want them to touch me, to fuck me and a little whine creeps out of my mouth. The sound only makes Cole’s lips twitch up into a smirk again.

“Only good girls get rewarded. You know what I want to hear. What we all know to be true but need you to voice the truth out loud, for your sakes as well as ours.” I look to both of their eyes in the mirror.

He’s right. I know what they want from me.

What I need to admit to myself. It’s easier said than done.

“I can’t... it’s not that easy…” I shake my head, trying to look away, but Cole won’t accept my answer.

“Can’t? or won’t? Do you know what you do to us?

To all of us? I dream about burying myself inside your dripping wet cunt morning, noon and night.

I picture us now, and in the future, and every time and space I conjure you, there you are looking absolutely fucking gorgeous.

” His eyes burn into mine. The seriousness behind them grounding me in the moment.

“I’m gonna remind you of that fact every damn day I have left on this Earth cause that’s what you are.

Fucking. Gorgeous. Now say it! And make us believe you when you do. "

Willing to overcome, I steady myself, take a deep breath and utter the words that have never left my mouth before.

“I’m beautiful…,” I whisper softly into the air between us, hoping my small response is enough.

Cole cocks his head to the side, offended by my meager response. “Um, excuse me, what was that? I couldn’t hear you through all the negativity in the air. The bullshit is messing with my eardrums. Could you repeat that?”

“I’m beautiful,” I say a bit louder. It’s still not enough though. It’s evident when Cole moves next to Hawk, grabs my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look at my reflection and his determined eyes in the mirror.

“Feel the words, Aly. Make them your bitch. Own them and you become them. Say the words and make us fucking believe you when you—”

“I’m beautiful!” I shout at the top of my lungs. Such simple words should be easy to say but they are everything to me. Cole takes my face gently in his hands, still staring at me through the mirror. Reverently now.

“Yes, you fucking are. You’re a goddamn vision and you know what else?

You’re ours. Ours. Never forget that.” At my nodding response he moves back in front of me, taking my lips viciously with his and sliding his fingers right where I want them.

He swallows my gasp at his touch, opening his mouth to fill mine with his tongue.

Cole is so all consuming right now I almost forget that Hawk is behind me, until he pinches my nipples again, punctuating my groans.

I arch my back and dig my hands around Hawk’s neck and in Cole’s hair, pulling the strands in response which only drives Cole crazier.

He releases our kiss and lowers down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.

His hands now on my breasts, trading places with the man at my back, as Hawk’s hands drift to my gushing core.

He thrusts two fingers inside of me and I immediately clench against him.

My body needing to be filled. Hawk draws his fingers out and pushes back inside, fucking me with his digits as Cole groans and bites down on my breast so hard I know there will be bruises there in the morning.

My moans spur them both on. Their movements getting more and more frantic until my orgasm suddenly explodes from me. My vision blurs for a second and if I wasn’t being held up by these two, I’d definitely be on the floor.

Cole moves back just a little and goes to stand up straight. Hawk’s fingers slow down, still moving slightly inside of me. His large hand possessively cupping my pussy. He looks at Cole and in a low voice asks, “Hungry?”

Cole looks over my shoulder to Hawk, with a voice deep, gravelly and full of heat “Fucking starving.”

Hawk pulls his fingers from my quivering channel and holds them out to Cole as an offering.

Cole takes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth, moaning at the taste of my essence on them.

He finishes and looks down at me. “Beautiful, you are absolutely delicious and we haven’t nearly had our fill of you, yet.

” He looks to Hawk and nods towards my bed.

Hawk picks me up like I’m nothing but a feather and places me gently on the bed with my legs hanging off the edge.

Both he and Cole position themselves at the foot of the bed right in front of my quivering form.

They eye me like hungry wolves and I’m the prey they’re about to devour.

The thought makes me shiver with excitement.