Page 170 of Viper

He meets my gaze, onyx eyes burning with heat, then lowers his masked mouth to her ear. “Get on his dick and fuck him like you own him.”

Something seems to ignite in her, and she sits upright, taking my mouth with a hunger that steals my breath as she straddles me. Her small, warm palm lands on my chest, and she pushes me until my back hits the cold ground. Breaker untangles himself, fisting his cock that’s once again hard and ready. Striker scoots back, watching, his eyes growing darker with hunger.

“You’re mine,” she whispers, each word a possessive demand. “Say it.”

Weaving my fingers through the wild strands of raven black hair around her shoulders, I lick my lips and grin at her ferocious command.God, this woman.I’m so gone for her. For Cora. Dismantled and rebuilt by this burning feeling.

“Yours,” I say, and she grips my cock, guiding it back to her opening and slams down. The world collapses to this single point of connection, to her body wrapped around me, and I’m lost, found, destroyed.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good,” I grunt, grabbing her thighs, guiding her up and down over me as I thrust my own hips up to meet her. She groans, open and wanton, a wild animal riding me in the dirt and cold. Leaning forward, she covers my mouth with hers, swallowing down my growl, grinding down and rolling her hips.

Reaper grips her bare breasts, pressing his masked face into her hair. “You look good fucking him,” he says, his voice smooth yet frayed at the edges, like silk dragged over gravel. “But I think you can take even more, can’t you, Kitten?”

“Yes, please.” Her beg is fractured.

Reaper fists her hair and shoves her forward, the sound coming from his throat messy. She crashes against my chest, her sweat-slicked skin as hot as a brand against mine. Keeping her pinned by her hair, he slides his other hand between us, and drives two fingers into her, slipping it along my cock. My eyes squeeze shut at the sudden extra pressure. A growl rips free of me, guttural and choked, as I thrust up meeting her. Delilah lets out a louder, feral sound, abandoning any self-control as she grinds down.

Reaper grips his mask and rips it free. She must know, must sense it because her eyes flare, connecting with me as he curls over her back, brushing his lips along her temple. “You’re so beautiful. Reckless and needy.”

Our movements slow. Stop completely as she keeps her eyes locked with mine. Reaper continues stroking my cock with two fingers, stretching her open and stretching me thin.

“How bad do you want it, Kitten?” he grates. “Do you want two cocks fucking that tight pussy? To be so full you can’t even beg?”

“Please,” she whispers.

Reaper’s hand slips from her hair down to the small of her back. He cups her ass, spreading her further on my cock. “Hold her open for me.”

My heart thrashes against hers. She buries her face in my neck, and I feel her tilt her hips for him as I grip her ass and spread her open.

He lines himself up behind her, leaning back. She whimpers into the skin at my neck as he slips in, just barely. My vision blurs as the slick heat of him pushing, forcing his way in, every inch of his cock slipping against mine, destroying me.

“Reap, I swear,I—” I hiss, but everything I’m trying to say scrambles, leaving me in muttering curses. I have no idea what I’m trying to say. No clue what to say. I’ve done this, fucked a woman at the same time with Striker and Breaker but never Reaper.

No one touches Reaper but Striker.

“Be easy with her,” I say, but fuck, he needs to be easy with me too. Even stretched, she’s still so tight, I’m barely hanging on. Her walls flutter, tightening, making me grit my teeth.

“Fuck, that’s it, Kitten,” Reaper growls. “Relax and let me in.”

She heaves out a breath, the burst of hot air heating my neck as she tries to relax. Inch by inch, he slides in until he’s buried right up against me inside her, both of us wrapped in her wet heat, barely fitting. There isn’t space for thought, for anything but the feeling of my cock being strangled, her gasping, half-sobbing into my neck, nails digging so sharp I think she might draw blood. When he slips out, then in again, I throw my head back against the dirt, nearly coming apart at the seams. She bites my exposed neck, whimpering with me.

Then he moves.

The world blurs, nothing but noise and slick fiery heat as Reaper drives in harder. Nothing but the wet and raw feelof him slicking against me inside her. She clamps around us, gasping like she’s drowning. My fingers dig into her skin, using her to anchor me. Each thrust is a lightning crack. Each of her whimpers, building a desperate need in my chest.

“Fuck,” I grate, pressing my cheek to the top of her head, my gaze blurred but on Reaper’s face, watching his jaw flex, his eyes locked on where he’s fucking into her. I snap my hips up gently and nearly black out.

“God,fuck—” she whispers, small spasms rolling through her. “Don’t stop—don’t—”

“Look at you,” Reaper groans, leaning forward to scrape his teeth against her ear. The weight of him pushes her against me, our chests slicking together as he continues to thrust. The heat of his breath fans my cheek. “You’re taking us both so fucking well, Kitten. Didn’t know you could be so greedy, did you?”

Her response is a whimper.

He leans back, taking her with him, pressing her against his chest. Delilah’s eyes flutter, and she keeps her eyes on mine, hands pressed to my chest. The angle has my arms flying out, my nails digging into the dirt, in an attempt to hang on. Reaper lets out a throaty moan, and we both still.

Surrounded by the dark woods, with the fading purple sky peeking through the black canopy above, he’s nothing but a dark animal, primal and demanding to own us, and the wild, slick pulse of him pressed against me. Breaker and Striker, just an ancient, hungry energy beside me. Delilah, a brilliant star in the shadowy night.

Reaper shifts, and my thighs lock around his at the tight rub of him moving into her deeper. “Breaker, Striker, fuck her mouth,” he grates.