Page 168 of Viper

“Fuck her harder,” he grates. “Make her whimper on my cock.”

She makes a sound that’s purely animal, arching and whimpering as he fucks her with his fingers, matching the rhythm of my hips punching forward. Reaper drives his cock into her mouth, choking out the sound.

Breaker cups her jaw, his thumb tracing her bottom lip stretched around Reaper’s thickness. “Good girl,” he murmurs as Reaper’s fingers twist in her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand traces the obscene bulge in her throat, his breath hitching when he feels himself through her flesh.

Her nipple slips from Viper’s mouth with a wet pop, the peak glistening and reddened from his teeth. He grips the back of my head and angles my mouth to his. Pain blooms across my bottom lip as he bites down, sharpening all my senses. I keep one hand clamped to her thigh and slide the other along the sandpaper stubble along his jaw. When his tongue invades my mouth, I surrender completely, groaning as he devours me. His kiss burns through me like molten lava, consuming everything in its path. Every brutal thrust of his tongue mirrors what we’re doing to her. Taking, claiming, marking.

His hand fists in my shirt, tugging me closer. I sink lower, my thighs pressed along Breaker’s, driving into her wildly. There’s something frantic and desperate underlying every slip of his tongue against mine. A hunger I’ve never tasted before.My brain tunnels, narrowing on the feeling of Reaper’s fingers hooked into her, dragging the backs of them along my cock as he stretches her around me. How Viper devours my mouth like he wants to eat my every breath. How Breaker is inches away, watching me kiss the man he covets, how his hand lands on my lower back, almost reassuring. But then it all breaks away as Viper’s head snaps back.

“Fuck,” he hisses, head angled cruelly from Breaker’s harsh grip.

“Give me that mouth,” Breaker grates and drags him closer.

Breathing hard, hand gripping his cock, Viper shoves his mouth against Breaker’s with a violence that rips a growl from his throat. Breaker accepts it, gripping Viper’s jaw, their teeth knocking together devouring each other’s mouths. When they break apart, they stare at one another, almost resentful.

Beneath us, Delilah gasps as Reaper withdraws, a glistening thread connecting his cock to her lips. He cradles her head, his thumb catching a tear slipping down her temple. Viper descends like a starving man, devouring her neck with open-mouthed kisses that leave marks.

A possessive heat flares when Reaper allows Viper so close to his hard length, but then he adds a third finger alongside my cock, and lightning sears through my veins.

I clutch her trembling thighs, spreading her wider, focusing where we’re joined. How her slick heat pulses around me, Reaper’s fingers glistening as they slide against my shaft with each brutal thrust. On the primitive, obscene sounds of skin against skin, primal in the dark and quiet woods.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” I grate, barely clinging to my sanity. My hips snap forward, relentless in a feral drive to hear her scream.

Viper leans up, hand fisted around his cock, pumping roughly. He slides his hand under Reaper’s arm and presses it to her lower belly, adding pressure that makes us both grate out a ragged sound.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful,” Breaker whispers, awe coloring his voice as he grips the back of her head with Reaper. “She’s so close.”

“So is he,” Reaper grates as our eyes lock, his gaze burning into me, almost predatory.

I shudder, the thing building between us all as consuming as a wildfire. Burning everything down around us, destroying all our walls.

“Come on, come for me,” he growls.

I have no idea if he means Delilah or me, but then she shatters beneath us. Her spine arches, thighs trembling violently under my grip. A silent scream sticks in her throat before erupting into a raw, primal howl that echoes through the trees. Her inner walls clench around me with such force reality fractures at the edges.

The world narrows to pinpoints of sensation: my hands on her thighs, Reaper’s knuckles brushing against my length as he drives in harder and faster. How Viper’s pressing down hard to her belly, my cock hitting his hand from inside her with every thrust.

A calloused hand grasps my neck. The touch ignites something savage inside me and my release hits like lightning, white-hot and devastating.

“Fu-ck, yes, I—” The words die in my throat as my release claims me, a sound scraping from me more animal than human as Reaper’s fingers slip out and I tumble over the edge. I collapse forward, seeking her mouth. Our teeth clash, tongues desperate as my hips stutter and my cock pulses deep inside her. Electricityraces down my spine, and for one moment, I’m both ruined and somehow whole.

My mouth on hers, I consume every sound, tasting her surrender and the dark spice Reaper left on her tongue. Breaking the kiss, I gather her against me, collapsing backward with her in my arms. She straddles me, face buried in my neck, her tears hot against my skin. I crush her to my chest, pressing my lips to her hair, breathing her in, dragging in the scent of salt and earth and sex into my lungs.

Something raw burns in my chest. Bright and alive, almost terrifying in its clarity. It goes far past anything I’ve felt before, scraping me raw from the inside out, revealing truths I’ve buried so deep I forgot they existed.

My throat tightens, the idea of her going anywhere near danger shredding my heart. She’s mine. Ours, but there is a brilliant, warm piece that is solely mine. A part she created just for me. I’ve had my brothers, experienced their blood-soaked loyalty, the unflinching protection. Felt their love, but I’ve never had this soft, delicate tenderness. Warm, giving lips and a gentle forgiveness that forces such brutal honesty from us all.

My chest cracks open, guilt flooding through like acid. I want to tell her I’m sorry that we loved revenge more than her. Than Cora. That I’m sorry it took us so long to see we put the dark need to get back at Rune, to get into his lodge, over her safety. Apologize for needing her to do it because we can’t do it alone.

But the words grate in my throat, nothing but ruin, and I only manage to say, “You’re mine,” into her hair.

She nods, pulling back to press her lips to mine. “Yours.”

“And mine,” Breaker says, his voice thick. He pulls her back onto his lap, claiming her mouth.

When they break the kiss, Viper grips her hips and drags her to him. “Come here so I can take what’s mine.”

Chapter 52