Page 164 of Viper

“Like what?” I breathe.

“Like you want me to ruin you.”

I think he already has.

They all have.

Broken me to pieces, then reshaped all those parts, forcing room in my heart for each man before me.

Breaker’s cheek nuzzles into my hair, his whisper sending sparks of light down my spine. “Give me that mouth.” Then he grips my chin, angling my head toward him. I rip my eyes off Reaper, my gaze colliding with Striker kneeling next to us, as I twist my head to meet Breaker’s warm mouth. Dirt and grit smear across my lips as Breaker’s mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue hungrily moving past my lips. The familiar, safe warmth of being in his arms, rips a whimper from me as the taste of him floods my senses. Spice and earth.

God, how I’ve missed him.

My throat clogs as I slide my hand along his smooth jaw. My entire body melts, my lashes fluttering closed as his palm skims over my chest, down lower until he reaches the space between my legs. He shoves his hand between my thighs, and cups me, his finger skimming my pussy, then dipping into my opening.

“So wet,” he says against my lips. “Fuck, I’ve missed the feel of you. The taste of you.”

A fevered, primal need claws at my insides, sharp with a dark want to possess them. I lean back into his touch, gripping the back of his head, forcing his mouth harder to mine. My hips buck to meet his hand as he slips his finger, slick with my wetness, over my clit.

It’s like the heat scorching through me, sets him on fire. Breaker’s mouth grows hungrier, his touch greedier as I pour every ounce of myself into the kiss, letting him taste and take and have me.

For a heartbeat, I get lost in him, and the others around us fade. It’s just the two of us, the press of my back molded to his hard chest. His hands. His lips. His heat and longing.

Breaker’s gentleness crumbles as he devours my mouth, and he rips my legging to my knees. A whimper escapes when the seams pop, the sharp sting of material digging into my skin. The shock of it sends another wave of hunger through me, the heat at my center pulsing brighter. I arch into him, pressing my ass against the hard bulge in his pants. His touch turns rougher, his free hand snaking around my neck, gripping so tightly, pressure builds in my head.

He pulls away, breaking the kiss, and his fingers unravel from my throat. I suck in air, dizzy with desire. Breaths heave from his lungs, and an animalistic growl rips from his throat as he grips my hair, shoving me forward. My hands land in the dirt. My eyes lock with Reaper’s. The clank of metal from behind me cuts through the woods, sending molten heat between my legs.

“Come here.” Breaker grips my hip, dragging me backward. My palms rake over the dirt and twigs. Some animal thing in me, scraping at my bones, as the heat of his cock slips along my opening. “Fuck, Tiny Thing, your pussy is throbbing and soaked. So ready for us.”

Reaper swipes my hair over my shoulder. “Shamefully needy little thing, are you?”

My response is a whimper as Breaker’s cock slides up between my ass cheeks, dragging wetness up to press the fat head along my back hole. “Fuck, I want to take this ass.”

A whiny, desperate sound slips past my lips from the feel of him there. With my leggings around my knees, I can’t open further for him, even though I try, every inch of my skin singing.

“Do it,” I grate. “Fuck me.”

Breaker drags his length lower, scorching hot against the freezing air kissing my skin, and the thick head of it presses against the seam of my pussy. He grips my shoulder and lines himself up. Striker and Viper shift, sliding up next to Reaper in front of me.

Striker grips my cheeks, fingers digging into my skin roughly, as he rips his mask off. I exhale, warmth spreading through my already heated core when I see his ravenous expression. His mouth crashes onto mine. His clean taste invades my senses. Breaker presses into me, driving in slowly but merciless, until I’m gasping against Striker’s mouth as he forces my body to accept him. He’s so big, it feels like he’s splitting me open, and I wince, a light moan slipping past my lips as he thrusts in, bottoming out before he can fully seat himself. Pain twinges in my core, and he withdraws, then without warning, Breaker slams forward. My mouth opens in a silent groan against Striker’s lips at the brute force, slight pain blurring the lines with the pleasure of being stretched.

Breaker’s low, gravelly, grate makes me clench around him. “Fuck.” He pulls out just enough to slam forward again.

“Be gentle with her, Break,” Striker warns, breaking the kiss and caressing my jaw.

“Don’t be gentle,” I breathe, pushing back into him, molten heat curling low in my belly. I need to feel every ounce of him. Feel each brutal claim. I need it to hurt enough to cutthrough all doubts. Yet give enough pleasure to sate this dark primal clawing under my skin. “Fuck me harder.”

Using my shoulder for leverage, Breaker slams into me, faster, harder.

Viper’s hand fists in my hair. He jerks my head toward him, lining my gaze with the wild, dangerous look in his eyes. In one quick movement, he grips his mask and rips it free.

For a moment, I barely register as my body jerks forward from Breaker’s hard thrusts, I’m so fixed on the predatory need in Viper’s expression. The soft cheeks and strong jawline. The nose with the slight bump. How the purplish dying light glints in his auburn hair. The way waves curl around his ears.

Then, his mouth is on mine, crushing, devouring. Between Viper’s violent kiss and Breaker’s animal thrusting, I spiral outward, falling prey to his hunger. I bite Viper’s bottom lip, and he groans, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Breaker’s heat warms my back as he leans over me. His hot mouth skims the side of my neck, then teeth sink into the flesh, and one large hand squeezes my breast until it just barely doesn’t hurt.

“Use her mouth,” Reaper’s voice crashes through me.

Viper rips his mouth from mine. Leaning back on his heels, he claws at his belt, the sharpclinkof metal slicing through the still woods. Reaper cups my jaw, watching my face like he’s cataloging every emotion.