Page 37 of Vengeful Melodies

She gasps my name, one hand fisting in my hair, the other braced on the back of the couch.

“That’s it, baby. Take it,” I growl against her, before sliding two fingers inside, curling them just right until her breath catches and her thighs clamp around my head.

When she starts to tremble, I pull back just enough to make her whine, standing and yanking my fly open. My cock’s already aching, hard enough to hurt, the cool metal of the ring grazing my fingers as I wrap a hand around it. Her eyes drop to it—just for a second—but the way her breath hitches makes my smirk deepen.

I line myself up, rubbing slow along her soaked folds so the head and the metal brush her clit in passing. She gasps, hips bucking, nails digging into the couch cushions.

“You feel that?” I murmur, voice low and dirty. “That’s mine. Every inch of you—mine.”

I push in just the tip, pulling back, rubbing over her again, dragging it out until she’s panting.

“Alix—” she warns, desperate.

I shove in deep, to the hilt, and the way she cries out nearly wrecks me. She’s tight, hot, clutching me like her body’s trying to keep me there forever.

The couch creaks beneath us as I set a brutal rhythm, my hand sliding to her throat, thumb under her jaw, tilting her head back so I can see every flicker of pleasure on her face.

“You take my cock so well, Dreya. So fucking perfect, darling'” I praise, my other hand gripping her thigh and shoving it higher.

The RV door slams open.

Everything freezes for half a second—until I see them.

Wren. Grey. Takoa. Kaiser. Bash.

And Bradley.

His face is pale, jaw tight, eyes locked on where I’m buried deep inside her.

I look right at him as Dreya grabs my face, dragging my attention back to her. Her voice is breathless, fierce.

“Don’t stop.”

I grin—slow, cruel—and glance back at Bradley while I drive into her harder.

“You hear that?” I say loud enough for him to catch every word. “She wants me to keep fucking her. While you watch.”

Dreya moans—louder now—her nails clawing down my back, her hips rolling to meet mine.

“That’s it, baby. Let them all see how you fall apart for me,” I murmur in her ear, then louder, for Bradley, “She’s perfect like this—wrapped around me, begging for more.”

I shift, grinding deep so the metal ring drags against her sweet spot, making her gasp and arch.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl, “that’s my girl. Make those pretty sounds. Let him see exactly who you belong to.”

Her eyes lock with mine, blazing, and she whispers, “Yours.”

I slam into her, over and over, the small space filled with the sounds of skin on skin, her gasps, my grunts—until the only thing that exists is this filthy, raw, unstoppable claim.

She’s daring him to watch—to see what he lost. To see me bury myself deep inside her, fucking her raw and hard, breaking andbuilding her all at once.

My cock throbs, aching to fuck her harder, to carve this claim into her skin where only I can reach it. Her legs lock around me, nails scraping down my back as I slam into her with brutal, savage thrusts.

She screams my name, gaze locked on Bradley like she’s daring him to try something.

The room falls silent except for the wet, messy sounds of our fucking—the slap of skin, her desperate moans, my growled curses.

“Look at me, babygirl,” I growl, forcing her chin up. “Let him see who owns your cunt now.”