Page 169 of Viper

Viper

There’sapullinme I can’t ignore. Winding up in my ribcage, coiling in my throat, threatening to spring from my lips, and I know if it does, it will taste sweet and warm.

The way love does.

We earned her trust. But love? We ripped that from her and molded it to fit all of us. She had no choice. We forced her to accept us, to accept this wild feeling.

But with love, it’s never a sure thing. It wavers. Doubt hums at the edges, dimming it until it’s barely more than just a waning moon, growing smaller and smaller until it passes through all the phases, and suddenly it’s just there, illuminating everything.

Right now, in the last scraps of daylight, it shines from her, raw and brilliant. Every barrier she’s placed to keep us at arm’s length is stripped away.

I trail a hand along her stomach, letting her brilliance light up my veins. “If only I could keep you like this, splayed out like an offering, pussy soaked and ready for me.” I drag my handdown her thigh, savoring the sight of her spread out before me. She’s already so used from them, stretched open and still so needy.

Striker and Breaker’s cum leaks from her glistening pussy. Tendrils of hair stick to her neck. I swipe them away, running a finger along her collarbone. Goosebumps form, and her nipples pebble tightly in the frigid air. Dirt clings to her sweat-slicked flesh. It streaks up between her thighs like war paint. Their cum turns it darker. Makes it gleam in the low light filtering through the trees.

She’s untamed. Wild and desperate for more.

I gather up the wet dirt and smear it across her lips. “I can’t wait to sink my cock deep into the mess they made of you.”

She spreads wider, blue eyes locked on my face. A silent invitation to take what is already mine. I claim her mouth, every sweep of her tongue against mine, lined with possession and hunger and a terrifying tenderness.

“Come here, Kitten.” Reaper shifts, straddling Breaker’s leg, and drags her backward. She leans back, arching against Breaker’s legs, her head falling to Reaper’s chest. Striker inches in closer, one hand clasped around his still hard cock, and grips her thigh, pulling her open for me, until we’re all just a tangle of limbs and desperation.

One of Reaper’s hands wraps around her throat, the other flattening to her belly and drags it lower until he reaches her pussy. He spreads her open, exposing her pink slit, the wetness and cum leaking from her. My mouth waters at the sight, the need to taste her,them, sending a primal pulse through me.

“I should flip you over and fuck you like the wild little creature you are,” I tell her. “But, fuck, I want to taste this messy pussy.”

“Fuck yes,” she breathes. Her gaze drags along my face as I move to all fours, and I lower my mouth to her glistening cunt.She skates a finger along my jaw. “My god, you’re terrifyingly beautiful.”

I grin before my lips clamp over her clit. Her strangled cry goes straight to my cock. Her hips buck as my tongue delves deep into her. Musk and salt flood my tongue, mixing with the earthy taste of Reaper’s flesh, and I lap at her, eating their cum with long, slow sweeps into her opening.

“Eat that pussy,” Reaper says, his voice low, a grating sound, like he’s unraveling. “Fuck, she loves it.”

A hand lands on the back of my head. “Filthy boy. You look good on your hands and knees,” Breaker grates.

This hunger. This need. This wild desire to consume her drives my tongue deeper and deeper. Desperation hollows out my chest, needing to make her mine in ways I’ve never wanted anyone.

“Come on, get in there,” Striker says, tugging at my fatigues, and slipping a hand underneath to cup my ass.

“Oh yes, please,” she groans. “Please, fuck me. I want you inside me.”

I kiss her clit and shift upright, wiping the dirt from my palm on my pants. Gripping my cock, I adjust myself between her thighs, lining myself up. Behind her, Reaper meets my gaze.

Something has shifted between us all. Breaker feels it. Striker as well. But I think Reaper is the one driving it. Feeding this dark, carnal force that has us all on our knees in the dirt, claiming her like animals.

“Take her,” he grates. His thumb presses to her clit, skimming along the head of my dick as he circles. When his eyes meet mine, fire ignites in my veins. “Fuck her like she’s yours.”

Like she’s mine.

I slam forward. She cries out, clenching around me. I still, seated deep inside her, drowning in the sensation of her walls clamping down on me as another wave of pleasure rushesthrough her. I’m already so spun up, so close to coming, so overwhelmed by the rush of emotions, that I pull out, clenching my teeth before driving back into her. Reaper makes tight little circles on her clit, drawing out her orgasm. Each time he does, his thumb brushes against my cock, and my brain scrambles.

Every rule we’ve had in place, every fragment of who we are supposed to be, gets tossed aside, and we’re just us. Living right now, in this moment.

No walls. No restraints.

Just pure need and the desire to belong to each other in any way possible.

Reaper shoves ‌my shoulder and forces me back. I fall on my ass, my legs tangling with theirs. That animalistic hunger grows needier, more desperate.