Page 58 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

Kiera’s a catalyst to everything dark and dangerous. Her game to see if she could get her cranky, caged tiger of a husband to pounce just took a turn into something deep and decadent. Somewhere neither of us anticipated.

I’m caught in the gravitational pull of my Heathen and Reznik just took the sparks she tossed at him and ignited a bomb of desire, judging by the look in his coal-black eyes. I’m spiraling closer to their dangerous game with every breath, knowing full well this is a point of no return.

How many of those lines have I followed her across? Willingly and gladly.

My cock throbs, hard and aching, at the look on her face and his. I want to taste her, feel her, claim her in front of him. The current in the room changed the moment he ripped open her shirt and offered her perfect tits to me, and I didn’t miss it.

He offered her to me and took control. He put my hands down her pants to tease her clit. I should tip the scales back in my favor, but all I care about is getting us all what we want, what we need.

“Fuck,” I growl, “You’re soaking wet, Keira.”

“Bed,” Blade commands.

With no thought at all, we’re moving as a unit to the massive bed we collapsed in last night.

No longer adversaries, united by hunger.

His eyes are on me, the edge of jealousy subsiding.

He’s assessing, calculating. But I have no idea how to read what I’m seeing in their depths.

I’m drunk on the need swimming through my veins.

Her words echo in my mind: ‘ I need this. I want you both’.

The thought sends a jolt of pure lust through me.

I want her, all of her, in every way possible.

I want to taste her, to feel her beneath me.

Blade wants that too, but he wants something more.

He’s playing a different game than what she intended, and we both know it.

I’m drawn in by the dare in his eyes, the sheer raw power zinging around the room…

it’s intoxicating in a way I’ve never experienced.

I’m already addicted.

Blade lifts Kiera and sets her on her feet between us. I reluctantly pull my hand from her gaping jeans, allowing her to move freely. The sweet musk of her arousal clings to my fingers, sending a shiver down my spine and straight to my cock straining against my pants.

I stand back, watching, curious about where he plans to take this. Completely drawn in by the intensity of the raw hunger surrounding us. Blade turns to me, his eyes dark with desire and command.

“Strip,” he orders, his voice a low growl, and I’m not sure if he means me or her.

Regardless, my dick may never recover if I don’t free it from the confines of my pants.

Blade turns my Heathen to face him, and I drink in the sight of her creamy skin as her tattered shirt and lace bra hit the floor.

Every inch of her skin is smooth, tanned, and flawless, save for the scattered scars that speak of her past. Every time I see her; I find a new line on her body that I want to kiss and make better.

She kicks off her shoes, helping Blade as he strips her jeans down, leaving her bare before us.

Kiera turns to me, her eyes wide, her lips parted, her breath coming in quick gasps.

She reaches out, moving my hands aside to unbutton my shirt herself.

The weight of Blade’s stare eases momentarily as he reaches a hand, grabbing the back of his shirt and yanks it over his head.

Kiera strips off my jeans, until I’m standing before them in nothing but my boxers, my cock a hard aching tent in the black cotton.

Blade’s voice cuts through the silence, a sharp command that sends a jolt of lust through me.

“Wife, strip him. Then kneel at his feet.”

Kiera lowers herself to the floor immediately.

A twinge of jealousy zings through me at her immediate obedience.

But I don’t have time to indulge in pettiness as the center of my world, my Heathen, looks up, her eyes locked onto mine, full of desire and devotion.

Her fingers tremble as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers.

She pauses, her breath warm on my skin, before she tugs them down, freeing my cock.

I step out of them, drowning in the desire to please in her gaze.

I stroke my fingers through her silky dark hair.

Don’t worry, Heathen. I’ll make sure we all get what we need.

She leans forward, her lips parting as she wraps her hand around my cock. I groan as she takes me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she sinks down, taking me deeper.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “That feels so good, Kiera.”

Blade watches a moment, then sheds his pants as he warns, “If he comes too soon, you won’t be coming at all, my dear wife.”

Kira’s eyes widen in shock as I groan. “What the fuck are you playing at, Reznik?”

Blade chuckles low and dark, and it sends an unexpected current down to the base of my spine.

Before I can make any sense of my reaction at all, he does something even more shocking.

He steps around behind me, and presses his hard, entirely naked body into my back as he reaches around me to thread his large hand into her hair, guiding her motions.

“We like the same kind of women. Let’s see if we like the same kind of head, shall we?” Blade rumbles in my ear as his other hand wraps around the base of my cock and moves in time with Kiera’s mouth. Her saliva easing his stroke.

What the fuck is happening right now?

Kiera’s eyes become liquid pools of hot need, clearly on board with this plan as she looks up, gaze moving between me and Blade. He sets a slow and torturous pace while she drives me wild with every stroke of her tongue on the sensitive underside of my cock.

“Motherfucker,” I growl, totally at a loss for any more words as sensation rockets through my body.

“Lean back,” Blade rumbles, “don’t think, just enjoy.”

Jesus Christ, that doesn’t sound nearly as right as it feels.

“Blade,” I growl out, but it isn’t the warning I was going for. The sound is far more confused and desperate—not desperate to escape—desperate for more.

“You can tell me to fuck off later,” he laughs, “if you find you don’t simply want more fucking.” His laugh turns almost sinister. “Steady, sweetheart,” he instructs Kiera, who hums her agreement around my cock.

Blade releases her hair and drops his hand to cup and roll my balls, pressing his cock against my ass as he shifts closer to reach.

It’s all I can do to suck in a breath as his large hand works my tight balls as expertly as if I were doing it myself.

“Shit,” I hiss, and the bastard laughs against my neck.

“Look at our sweet girl. She’s practically gagging, and you have so much more to give her.

” He squeezes my shaft tighter as it twitches.

I lean back into Blade as I fight the urge to thrust into her mouth and into his hand.

Blade’s voice is low and rough in my ear, just like his stubble against my neck.

“Remember, if you come too soon, she won’t get to come at all. ”

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to hold back. It’s not easy, not with Kiera’s mouth on me, her lips tight around my cock as she sucks and licks. Not with Blade teasing cum from my balls.

Kiera whines in protest, and it drives me toward the outcome she’s protesting. The pressure builds, heat spreading through my body, but I refuse to give in. Not yet.

“She’ll get the orgasm she’s earned,” I counter.

“So determined, Agent Wilder.”

He takes pity on me and releases my balls, lifting his hand to my chest. His rough fingers trace patterns over my skin. It’s a distraction, a tease, and it’s working. I back off the edge but fall deeper under their spell.

“Fuck,” I groan again, my voice reflecting the strain in every cell of my body, as Kiera’s soft palm cradles my balls. The sensations so very different, but both pleasurable. “Just wait until I get my hands on you, Reznik.”

An interested noise rumbles from his chest into my back, and Kiera’s eyes go molten hot as she sucks harder, clearly approving of the double entendre.

“Tease.” He accuses. “Just for that, you both get a reward. Drink every drop as he comes, Kiera. Now.”

I barely register the word through the buzzing in my ears as my release bursts from me, hot jets of cum shooting down my Heathen’s throat. I draw a shocked breath as Blade’s pre-cum leaks onto my skin as he grips the base of my shaft tight, prolonging my intense orgasm.

Kiera’s eyes are on mine as she swallows over and over, trying desperately to contain my cum. I’m sagging against Blade when Kiera finally licks her lips, a satisfied smile on her red swollen lips when she rests back on her heels.

Blade nudges me fully upright, then reaches to caress her cheek as he steps around my trembling body.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice raspy with need. “Now it’s your turn.”

Blade guides Kiera over to the bed, her body trembling with anticipation. He lays her down in the middle, her dark hair fanned out around her like a halo. He lays between the thighs she spread wide for him. My mind blown; I realize I’m rooted to the spot as he beckons me with the crook of a finger.

“Come find out how much pain her nipples can take.” His gaze switches to the tight dusky buds begging to be suckled.

“She used to be quite sensitive, but it seems my wife has new boundaries.” My knees hit the mattress and I edge closer to Kiera’s perfect tits.

“We’re going to edge her while you recover.

See how big of a puddle she can make before we fill her up. ”

“Not fair,” Kiera whines.

“All’s fair in love and war, darling.” Blade chides, an amused curve to his lips, “Never start a game you aren’t willing to play until the end. Did you really think satisfying us both would be easy, my Wraith?”