A large hand cupped my breast from behind, and I hissed slightly in pleasure. This touch was followed by the lightest brush of lips against my neck. Eagerly, I tilted my head to grant him better access.
"Only one for me," Lupe murmured. His tongue snuck out to lick my skin, a growl rumbling in his chest. "And you, Ryland?"
The Shadow materialized inches from my face. Those blue eyes stood out like a white dot on a black sheet of paper. They were so blue, waves cresting against the shoreline, and I knew I could get lost in them. I could tumble head over heel in a riptide, drowning. It would be the sweetest death imaginable.
"One for me as well, brother."
Lupe's fingers pinched my nipple through my thin, black shirt and bra, and I practically purred.
"I don't think there has ever been a girl as beautiful as you," Lupe murmured into my neck. His hot breath fanned out against my skin.
"You're so full of shit," I breathed.
"Nope." Ryland popped his p. "But we are biased."
"Rightfully so," Lupe added. His lips moved to my earlobe, tugging it between his teeth. I groaned low in my throat.
The feel of his hard, muscled body behind mine...
Desperately, I grabbed his neck and brought his lips to my own. He conceded without a fight, opening his mouth to devour me completely. His tongue tangled with mine, and I felt his hand push up my shirt and bra, revealing my breasts.
The cold air had already made my nipples hard, but his touch brought me to almost decadent levels.
His fingers pinched and tugged, his thumb circling my peak. His free hand crept lower, towards the waistband of my pants, before thrusting inside. I gasped as his finger entered my already wet slit.
"You're so wet for me, babygirl," he whispered, pulling his lips from mine. "So fucking ready."
His lips trailed down my neck, across my shirt that was pushed up to my neck, and then landed on my breasts. His tongue snaked out and swirled over my nipple before pulling it completely into his mouth. I gasped, arching my back at the sensation.
Down below, his finger began its relentless pursuit, bringing me to that edge of oblivion. A second finger joined the first, and I thought I would orgasm then and there. The feel of him inside of me, even if it was just a finger, was very near overwhelming. I felt so safe in his strong arms. So loved. Electricity shot through my nerves, lighting me up.
Movement captured my attention.
The shadows around Ryland had receded slightly, revealing a dark hand around a straining cock. I wondered if he even realized he was doing it as he stroked himself in tandem to Lupe's fingers fucking me.
My lips parted, and a breathy exhale left me.
As Lupe continued to lift me higher and higher, I kept my focus on Ryland.
His large, dark hand moved erratically over his length. Another hand cupped his balls, fondling them.
He made a noise, a combination between a groan and a howl, before he came, spilling his seed across the mat.
That was my undoing. I stumbled face first over that cliff I had found myself on, a scream lodged in my throat. I came around Lupe's expert fingers, tears in my eyes and inarticulate praises escaping me.
Ryland pulled the shadows around him once more, hiding his cock from my eager eyes. I wanted to pout in disappointment.
Lupe continued to finger fuck me through my orgasm, finally pulling out when I was well sated and spent. Almost absently, he placed his fingers into his mouth and began to lick them clean. I watched it all with hooded, lust-filled eyes.
These men were going to fucking destroy me.
"Well..." Ryland chuckled breathily. "That was fun."
I collapsed against Lupe's chest, my breathing heavy and my mind spinning.
Yup. Destroy.
NINE
Z
Devlin was once again on my ass.
And not in the good way.
The second I walked into my room, the post-orgasmic bliss washing over me, he pounced. His immaculately pressed suit was unbuttoned, showcasing a healthy layer of chest hair. Dark bruises rimmed his violet eyes, and his pouty lips were pursed.
"Where were you?" he asked instantly. It looked as if he’d worn a hole in the rug from his repeated pacing.
"Why?" I asked snarkily. "Are you my keeper now?"
His lips tightened into a thin line.
"You disappeared. Again. Without even a fucking note."
"So you are my keeper," I mused. I stepped around him, towards the immense shower in the bathroom. It was able to fit approximately three people and had jet streams that could massage your ass. Diego had loved this damn shower - probably more than he loved me.
Ignoring the probing gaze I could feel on my back, I slipped out of my sweat-soaked shirt and pants. Dressed in only my panties and bra, I turned to look at him, placing my hands on my hips. The anger in his eyes diminished instantly to be replaced by a carnal hunger. Heat radiated from his eyes, warming my skin and seeping through to my very bones.
"I was worried," he said cautiously. His eyes continued to mentally, relentlessly, undress me. Normally, I would've ripped him a new one, but I was still riding the wave of my last orgasm. If Devlin - handsome, perfect Devlin - wanted to give me another? Who was I to complain?
"I'm not stupid," Devlin continued as I turned on the water. I tentatively placed a hand beneath the spray, gauging the temperature, before deciding that it needed to be warmer. "I know about your past."
"My past," I said succinctly. "What do you think you know?"
"That you worked for the Alphabet Resistance." He took a step closer. The heat in his eyes belied the coldness of his words. My body tensed, electricity shooting through my nerves and not in a good way. Instead of answering, I shoved my hand back into the water. Perfect temperature.
"I killed people, you know," I whispered, reaching behind me to absently unhook my bra.
