Page 37 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. One (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #1)

Elliot

When I wake, Oliver is still sleeping, clutching me to him like I might disappear at any moment. I brush my fingers down his arm. He doesn’t stir.

His panic attack last night was concerning to say the least. Not only was the timing potentially dangerous, but it’s also the first one he’s had in a long time. Which has me wondering if he stopped taking his meds again.

I have a feeling I know just what triggered him to do it.

“Ol.” I give him a little shake.

He groans, his hold on me loosening. Then his fingers dig into my skin and his eyes fly wide open. When he sees me, alive and unharmed and next to him, he relaxes, whispering, “Thank fuck.”

I give him a chaste kiss before sitting up. “We should get moving. There’s supposed to be a snowstorm around two, and I want to make sure we miss it.”

With a yawn, he rolls over, looking at the clock on the nightstand. It’s a little after eight. “I should probably shower.”

We get up, brushing our teeth before Oliver turns on the shower, and I step into the hallway. The smell of coffee drifts from the kitchen, and my stomach growls. With everything that happened last night, I forgot to eat dinner. Hell, we all did.

In the living area, I find a full pot of coffee ready and waiting. After pouring myself a mug, I look around. The place is empty. So where are—

“Oh god. Oh god.”

I laugh into my mug before taking a sip of the coffee. That’s where they are.

Back down the hallway, I stop in front of an open door. Inside, I see Wren bent over the bed with Rhett kneeling in between her legs. He has his fingers moving in and out of her, and there’s a trail of blood dripping down her leg.

There’s a towel discarded on the floor. It looks like Wren just got out of the shower.

“Let me guess,” I say, sipping my coffee and stepping into the room. “He saw blood and turned completely feral.”

Wren moans as Rhett tosses me a smirk over his shoulder. His face is smeared with red.

There’s a short dresser on the far side of the wall. I walk over and lean against it, taking in the view.

Wren is completely bare, groaning into the mattress. Rhett seems to be taking his time, spearing her with his fingers and rubbing her clit with his other hand.

“Please, Rhett. Please.”

“I’m not done yet,” he says, pulling his fingers away and giving her a long, slow lick instead.

“How long have you had her on the edge for?” I ask.

“Not long enough.”

Wren screams frustratedly into the bed, fisting the sheets.

“Do you want my cock, my beautiful whore?”

“Yes,” she cries.

“Mmm. My guess is you want Ell’s too?”

When she turns her head to look at me, her eyes are wild. Desperate. “Yes, please.”

“I dunno, Rhett. Doesn’t sound like she wants it that bad.”

My comment earns me a death glare, and I have to stop myself from laughing at her misery.

“Do you want his cock buried down your throat? Like what I did to him last night?”

“Yes,” she sobs.

Pulling away, he says, “In a minute.”

He stands, pulling her up with him and getting red on her arms. Then he turns her around, smearing blood over her breasts.

I’d stop him, but I know he wouldn’t do this without her permission. He knows very well that not everyone is into blood play.

“Perfect,” Rhett mutters, half to himself, looking Wren up and down. “Fucking perfect.”

Setting my mug on the dresser, I step toward them. “You want us to take you at the same time, love?”

She nods.

“Do you think she’s earned it, Rhett?”

He looks down at her, watching as her eyes widen with the fear of him saying no. But there’s also a hint of delight.

“I think she still needs to work for it. On your knees, sweetheart.”

I grab the towel and place it at her feet, not wanting to get blood on the floor. She drops onto it, placing her hands on Rhett’s thighs and staring up at him.

“Is this where you belong, sweetheart? On your knees for us?”

She nods, reaching up to undo his pants. When she has his cock out and in her hand, she glances up at him questioningly.

“Go on.”

Slowly, she licks the underside of his dick from base to tip before swirling her tongue around his crown. The whole time, she maintains eye contact with him, and he groans. As she takes him into her mouth, he runs the pad of his thumb over her cheek, leaving behind some of the blood that’s still on his fingers.

“Fuck.”

He must be having one hell of a time.

As Wren sets a pace with her mouth, my dick presses painfully against my pants, so I undo them. It’s not long before I’m stroking myself while watching Wren take Rhett’s cock beautifully.

When he juts his hips forward, she gags. I soak it all in, not wanting to ever forget the way they look right now.

“You suck my cock so well, sweetheart. Should we give Ell a turn?”

She moans in protest, gripping his thighs tighter, picking up her pace. Fuck, she’s enjoying this that much?

“Hmm. So you don’t want us to take you at the same time?”

She lets out a pleading sound, pulling back and releasing him with one last suck that has him hissing in a breath. “I want it. Please.”

“Then you’d better do as we say, hmm?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

Rhett moves out of the way, and I step up to her, pulling her hair out of her face.

“You ready for more, love?”

“Please.” Then she opens her mouth for me, and I slide into her mouth with a groan.

She sucks my tip gently, swirling her tongue, before moving up and down. I don’t know when exactly she figured out that I prefer my dick to be handled much more gently than Rhett, but I’m just happy she did.

She moans when I hit the back of her throat. It’s hard to stay still, but I’ll be able to fuck her mouth soon enough. For now, I let myself enjoy the feeling.

Rhett gets on his knees, reaching in between Wren’s legs. Her whimpers vibrate through my dick, and my grip on her hair tightens.

Pulling away from her body, Rhett stares at his blood-coated fingers, mesmerized. And then he’s spreading it over his chest and stomach, his eyes glued to the way it stains his skin.

Wren gasps in a breath when I hold her head and pull out. She leans forward, trying to keep going, but I shake my head. It felt too good, and I’m not ready for this to be over yet.

Hooking my arms under hers, I pull her to her feet. Her gaze snags on Rhett’s chest, murmuring a quiet, “Oh my god,” under her breath.

She has no idea how big of a deal this is for him—that she’s willing to let him cover himself in her blood, that she’s willing to wear it on her skin, too.

“Get on the bed, Wren. The way Elliot was last night.”

Her eyes light up as she does what he says. Rhett crawls onto the bed with her, placing a pillow under her hips and spreading her legs.

Wren props herself up on her elbows. “The sheets.”

“Don’t worry about it. They’re dark for a reason.” He slides two fingers into her, satisfaction blooming in his eyes when her breath hitches. “Lay back, Wren. That’s it. Such a good girl.”

Her head is hanging off the edge of the mattress, ready for me. Suddenly, I wish I had ropes to tie her up with. I know Finn has some around here somewhere, but I much prefer mine. They’re softer, whereas Finn has a sadistic streak and has rougher ones.

Wren whimpers when I trace a finger down her throat. Then she opens her mouth without me even having to tell her to, sticking her tongue out.

Just then, Rhett pulls his fingers out of her and lines up his cock with her entrance. He rolls his hips forward slowly, and I watch Wren’s face. She said her period isn’t bad after the first two days, but I still want to make sure she’s comfortable.

“Jesus fuck,” Rhett groans once he’s slid in all the way. He presses tiny circles to her clit with his thumb. Then he moves in and out slowly, letting Wren adjust. “Tell me if this is okay, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s good,” she says breathily. “It’s—ohhh. Please don’t stop. Please, Rhett. I want to come this time.”

He grins, grabbing onto her hips.

I brush my cock against her lips. “What do you do if you need a break, love?”

“Tap your thigh,” she whispers.

“That’s right.”

She opens her mouth again, and I slip inside. Her hands grip the sheets at the bottom of the mattress by her head.

Rhett and I both start off slowly, gently. But soon Wren is whimpering, and her back is arching off the bed. Rhett’s gaze is fixed on where he’s moving in and out of her, blood probably everywhere.

When Wren sounds close, I pull out, wiping some drool from her lips. She’s breathing hard, and her whole body is riddled with tension.

“Rhett, I’m so close. Oh god, ohmygod.”

For a few more seconds, Rhett continues pounding into her. Just when she’s about to break, he slows, his thumb leaving her clit.

“No,” she cries.

That’s when I notice the shadow in the doorway.

Oliver steps into the room, taking in the scene. “Having all the fun without me, huh?”

“Oliver,” she pants. “Please, I want—I want to come so badly. They won’t let me come.”

Rhett lets out a dark, low chuckle. “I don’t know why you’re begging him, sweetheart.”

Oliver’s eyes run over her blood-covered skin. “You agreed to this?”

She nods.

He shrugs. “Sorry, princess. Looks like you got yourself into this mess. You’re going to have to get yourself out of it.” Then he turns to Rhett. “You look like a kid in a candy store.”

Rhett grins. “That’s exactly how I feel.”

Wren yelps when he pinches her clit. Then he goes back to circling it with his thumb, and she practically melts into the bed.

“Do you think she’s earned it, Ell?”

“I think she has.” Crouching down, I hold Wren’s head and kiss her. She moans as Rhett starts thrusting into her. “Do you want me in your mouth again?”

She nods. “Harder, please.”

I raise an eyebrow. Sometimes, it feels like she likes things just as rough as Rhett does. “You want me to make you choke on my cock?”

“Please.”

Oliver groans. He’s leaning with his back to the wall, his hands shoved in his pockets. It’s a nonchalant position, but there’s a lustful fire burning in his eyes.

When Wren opens up for me, I thrust into her, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, and I let up for a second before repeating the action until tears are streaming down her face.

Her fingers brush my thigh, and I pull out.

“You good?”

She nods, and then she cries out. “Rhett, oh god. I’m going to come, please let me. Please, oh fuck.” Her eyes roll into the back of her head.

I press her shoulders into the mattress, holding her down as she explodes. She bites one of her hands to stifle her cries, but I yank it from her mouth. We all want to hear how she falls apart.

As she reaches her peak, she screams Rhett’s name, and I watch as he slows, fighting not to come. Fuck. If I was inside her right now, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold myself together.

Finally, Rhett removes his thumb from her clit, and she sags into the mattress. He’s still rolling his hips into her slowly, watching the way her chest heaves up and down.

The way Wren comes is always explosive. But this? This was way more intense. And… addictive.

After a few more seconds, Rhett grabs her and pulls her up so she’s straddling him, positioning her until she’s sinking onto his cock. He reaches in between them, and she jumps when he touches her clit. But then he pulls his hand out, his fingers covered in blood again, before wrapping it around her throat.

With a happy sigh, she grabs onto his shoulders and begins riding him, eyes shut. He keeps a firm grip on her throat, his butterfly tattoo partially covered in blood.

“Look at me, Wren. Look at me when you’re fucking me.”

She opens her eyes, and her expression softens when she meets his piercing stare. Then she kisses him, which I think is a surprise to us all considering his mouth is covered with blood.

He groans, his fingers digging into her hips. Then he throws his head back, swearing as he comes inside her. Wren’s expression lights up with fascination and ecstasy as she watches Rhett’s face. And then he falls back, pulling her with him, panting.

“Fuck, Wren. Fuck.”

She brushes her nose against his with a soft smile. The simple action has my heart warming in my chest.

Crawling off of Rhett, Wren glances to me. There’s blood all over her thighs now, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, if anything, she looks more enthusiastic.

“Ready for more?”

She nods.

Rhett pulls himself up so he’s sitting to one side of the bed, leaning against the headboard. I push Wren onto her back, spreading her legs and gently brushing my finger over her clit. Once we get going, I know I won’t last long, and I want her to come again. So I work her until she’s writhing underneath me.

When I slide into her, we both moan. It’s messy, but I don’t really care. I want to be inside her, and I know Rhett will enjoy seeing me all bloody, too.

I keep my movements even, not going too slow, but not going terribly fast, either. With every thrust, Wren’s breasts bounce, and she lets out a soft whimper. I don’t let up on her clit, watching as she struggles to last longer. But I can’t hold on for long.

Oliver crawls onto the bed, naked. His fingers trace around her nipples, not quite touching, just teasing. Wren’s breath hitches, her back arching into his touch. Then he brushes the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, watching with delight as she shudders.

When he pinches them lightly, it pushes her over the edge. I feel her clenching around me, and it only takes a few more pumps before she pulls me under with her.

My orgasm washes over me so powerfully that I almost fall forward. It’s not just her, although that’s a huge fucking part of it. No, it’s us. Rhett’s eyes on me, Oliver watching both of us, and Wren squirming underneath me. All of us on the bed, together like this. It’s an unlikely convergence of four people from clashing backgrounds, and yet we fit. Almost perfectly.

I think she sees it in my eyes, because she reaches out, placing her hand over mine where I’m fisting the sheets. Something soft and warm and so goddamn caring shines in her eyes as I come down from my high.

“Shit,” I mutter.

She sits up, cupping my face in her hands. There are so many emotions swelling in my chest as she kisses my cheek tenderly.

“C’mere, Ell.” Rhett pats the mattress next to him.

Whenever Rhett is open to affection, I fucking take it. So after squeezing Wren to me for a few seconds, I settle next to Rhett, as close to him as possible. As he puts an arm around my shoulders, his cedar and sage scent envelops me, and I breathe it in.

“Hi, princess.” Oliver gives her a smile.

“Oliver.” She rises to her knees, throwing her arms around him.

With one hand holding the back of her head, he presses his lips to her forehead, scrunching his eyes closed. I could see it written all over him yesterday, how disappointed he was in himself. How bad he felt for freaking out on Wren.

She pulled through, though.

“Wren, it’s okay if you can’t handle more. If—”

She presses a finger to his lips. “There’s absolutely no way I wouldn’t want you, Oliver.”

He relaxes into her. She pushes him onto his back, taking his already-hard cock in her hands and stroking.

“Sometime soon,” Rhett whispers in my ear, “you and I should tie them up at the same time. Tease the shit out of them and see who breaks first.”

“I heard that,” Oliver says, shooting Rhett a glare. But then he grins. “I’m down.”

Wren giggles. Then she crawls on top of Oliver, lining his cock up before lowering herself onto him slowly. Once she’s settled on top of him, she sighs happily, looking down at him. “You know, you’re really cute.”

Turning his head to look at me and Rhett, he says, “You hear that? She thinks I’m cute.”

Wren snorts. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” all three of us say at the same time.

She throws her head back in a full laugh, and I think it’s safe to say we’re all completely enraptured by it. Then Oliver thrusts upward, and she falls forward with a surprised yelp. But he grabs her hands, holding her up and not letting go.

“Let me,” she whispers, gazing down at him.

He nods, and she begins grinding her clit against him, moaning as she does. The way they look at each other is so intense, so genuine, so caring, that for a second I think Wren might start crying.

But she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Then she smiles down at him, keeping her pace slow, like she wants to savor every single second.

When she comes, it’s quieter than the other times, more like she’s drowning than exploding. Oliver follows soon after, still holding her hands, refusing to break eye contact.

For a moment, neither of them move. Something passes between them silently before Wren finally looks down at herself.

She laughs, taking in all the blood. “I don’t know why I even bothered showering.”