Page 46 of Sunrise (Monarch Club #3)

Knox

My entire body buzzes like I’ve licked a toaster in the bathtub.

Sophie’s standing at the foot of the low-profile bed with a strap-on harnessed, and I’m at the top of the bed, on my knees like a good boy.

I’m such a good boy.

I’m, like, the best boy.

Vault crawls between us, and my mouth waters when they kiss. It’s slow and sensual and I find myself leaning in, as if drawn to them by some magnetic force.

Sophie’s eyes flutter open. She looks at me and crooks her finger.

I crawl forward. “What would you like, Mistress?”

“Suck me off.” She grips the length of her strap-on like it’s real. “Get it ready for Vault’s pretty ass.”

Swallowing hard, I lean forward and take the skinny dildo into my mouth. It doesn’t taste good, but Vault’s hand on my backside makes it better.

“Soon it’ll be his cock in your mouth, pup.”

Okay, it tastes great. Never had better silicone flavor before. Five stars.

We play and tease each other until our lust hits a fever pitch. Ravenous isn’t the word. It’s too weak. Too gentle. And the way we’re all holding back makes us shake.

“Lay on your back, pup.”

Obeying our Mistress, my head is already spinning.

Vault crawls on top and hovers over me. His mouth is swollen from all our brutal kisses, and there’s a lovely bite mark on his neck, courtesy of me.

Sophie lubes the dildo and pours some on his hole.

I keep waiting for him to call a color. Get up and run. Push me off the bed.

Instead, he locks gazes with me and the pure comfortability he exudes knocks me off my axis.

“I love this ass,” Sophie croons from behind him, slapping it.

My jaw unhinges when Vault’s eyes roll back in ecstasy. Sophie’s working him open slowly, prepping him. “Ready?”

He nods.

I hold my breath as she pushes her way into him. “That’s it, baby. Stay open and relaxed for me.” She rocks back and forth until he’s taking it all and I’m feeling many, many, many different ways about it.

I’m light as a feather, stiff as a board under him, desperately trying to hold myself together. “What color are you, Alex?”

“Green,” he answers with a moan. Looking down at me, our eyes lock and he mouths, Kiss me .

I don’t hesitate to give him what he wants.

Fusing my mouth to his, I hold on to Vault while Sophie fucks him from behind. She’s not brutal, but she’s not sweet. He takes it all and moans .

I reach between us and grab my dick, pumping it for a little relief.

“Don’t touch yourself yet, pup.”

Fuuuuck.

I grab his dick instead.

Vault rips away. “No.” His eyes are wild. “I’ll blow if you do.”

Fine by me.

“Don’t brat too close to the sun this time,” he warns. “I need us both to fucking last.”

I let go and wrap my arms around him, so I’m not tempted. Spreading my legs wider, I make room for them to move over top of me. Sophie fucks Vault the same way he always fucks her. It’s a whole-body undulating, slow intensity burn that might just set the smoke detectors off.

“Enough,” he says, rasping.

She pulls out, and he slides down my torso to suck on my cock.

“Oh… shit…” My back arches as he deep-throats me. “Who… the hell… fucked the gag reflex… out of you, Alex?”

“Me,” Sophie beams, climbing over to kiss me. The strap-on is gone.

I reach for her pussy and finger her while Vault sucks me down. “I’m not gonna last.”

He pulls off just in time.

This kind of edging is going to make me commit more murder. I can’t even think straight. The shock to my system has me vibrating and dizzy.

Vault gets on all fours next to me on the bed. “Fuck me.”

I roll over and get behind him, holding my dick out while Sophie lubes me up .

“Not like this,” I say at the last second. I can’t take him from behind. It’s too close to the last time. Bad memories bang on my mind’s door, and I forcefully flip Vault over onto his back. “Eyes on me. You’re going to know exactly who’s inside you, Alex.”

Pressing my dick against his tight hole, I brace my hand above his shoulder and push in a little. Then I wait for him to safe word. He doesn’t, and I realize he’s not the scared boy I tried to help anymore. He’s a man who’s helped himself so he could one day come back to me.

I start working my way into him slowly.

Very. Slowly.

His eyes widen and brow pinches.

“You okay?”

He nods.

I push in a little more.

He groans.

I push in more.

“Knox…” His panicky gaze locks onto mine. “Catch me at the bottom.”

“Always.” With that, I push all the way inside, robbing us both of breath.

My heart shatters. I think my soul leaves this dimension. It’s a homecoming I never dreamed of getting a second chance to have. He holds me tight as I rock into him, and we both let go of everything else. It’s just me, him, and our motherfucking heartbeat.

“Sophie,” I whisper, too stunned to be any louder.

Vault lets go of me and raises his hands over his head. She locks onto him, gripping his wrists, holding him down.

I pull up to watch me slide in and out of his body. His legs are up, thighs spread wide to accommodate me.

“Sit on my face, baby,” he urges between pants. “I need you both.”

Sophie climbs up and faces me. We kiss while owning Vault from top to bottom.

He reaches between us and jacks off while we take and give pleasure from one another. It lasts too long and not nearly long enough.

My fucking head is spinning.

Sophie comes on his face twice before she slides off and lets me have him to myself for the last few moments.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn, driving into him harder.

“Same. I’m trying to… fucking hold out. I don’t… want this… to end yet.”

I smack his hand away and jack him off myself, taking care of us both at the same time.

Losing his restraint first, Vault’s climax rips out of him with a roar.

Watching his dick spurt makes my release barrel out of me and I fill him with it.

Stars burst in my vision and my entire body shakes as I shove into him as deep as fucking possible.

We stay locked like that until my dick stops twitching.

“Clean him off,” I bark at Sophie, too frenzied for nice manners.

She licks every drop off his stomach while I enjoy the last aftershocks of my orgasm before sliding out and collapsing beside him.

“Holy shit,” Vault pants.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” His arm swings out and flops onto my chest. “You? ”

“My ears are ringing.”

We stare up at the ceiling and the mattress shifts as Sophie climbs out. “Where are you going, Sunrise?”

“For water and a towel.”

“That should be my job,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.

She unscrews the cap to the bottled water and hands it to Vault. “Both of you drink and let me take care of you.”

We lie in bed, tangled in emotions and limbs.

“I wish we could stay in this heaven forever…” But for some reason, I feel like Hell is already on its way.