“Well, look at you, baby,” he said, eyeing me off with a look of satisfaction. “Now Ryan’s going to rub everything he gave you into your skin. And me? I’m gonna give you a whole lot more.”
Chapter 33
Hands moved across me, smearing that burning hot stickiness all over me, making me want to scream with the ecstasy that came with it.
Whatever my nerve endings had been doing before this, they obviously had been slacking, because whatever this was, it was heaven. My body felt like that sweet, sweet moment right before you come, where your body is just singing, knowing all the good things that are about to happen, but not quite yet.
As Ryan’s fingers circled my nipples, that feeling just flared hotter, making my teeth lock down in response when he tugged at them, massaging them, making sure my skin absorbed every little bit. That drove me fucking mad, the pleasure increasing but with nowhere to go. I was a gun without a trigger, needing to be pulled, needing…
“I know exactly what you need.”
Haze strode forward, pushing us backwards until Ryan’s back hit the glass, then grabbing his cock and moving closer.
“Thighs together. That’s it, good girl,” he said in a soothing voice, his cock pushing between my legs before his eyes flicked back to meet mine. “This won’t be as good as being inside you, you know that. And you’re gonna give me that, aren’t you?”
He slid forward, my thighs locking around his hard length, dragging a moan from me. I could feel him against my seam, against my clit, but not quite where I needed him. That halfway place, between yes and no, it was a strange thing, creating a tension Haze acknowledged with a grin.
“When we’ve tended you right, when we’ve made you feel so good, you feel like you have to scream, you’re gonna give me the sweet little pussy I’ve spent my fucking life waiting for, and it’s gonna be better than I could have imagined.”
He was teasing me now, tantalising me with what I wanted, what he wanted, but what neither of us could have.
“Every fucking dream and fantasy I’ve ever had will be fulfilled the moment you’re under me and I’m inside you.” Haze’s fangs flashed as he bit off the words, reaching down and angling his cock now, so the head dragged across an entrance aching for him to sink into.
But he didn’t.
“Haze…” I whined.
“You want more.”
“Yes,” I snapped.
“You’ll get it, don’t you worry. I’ll plunder your pretty cunt in any way you want me to, but you’re not ready yet.” As if to create a lie of his words, that big swollen head rubbed against me, just edging slightly inside, making my nails sink into his shoulders, my hips try and shift, to take over from him, but Ryan held me still. “You’re not ready yet. Not emotionally, not physically. You want to know what tending means, Riley? It’s endless fucking foreplay, endless caring for our mate. Reassuring her that no matter what hell her body and her heart are putting her through, we’re there for her.” He stopped then, his hand slapping down on the glass, staring into my eyes, forcing me to understand. “That we will do everything in our fucking power to make you feel like the queen you are.”
His words were a spell being wrapped around me, making me feel what was and see what could be, all at the same time.
“I know what you need.” He ground those words out, like it hurt him as much as it hurt me.
“Haze—”
“I know, baby. I know.” He grinned then, his eyes dancing. “You need me.”
“Yes, Haze—”
“But first you’ve got to work to take me.”
His claws scratched at the glass then, the two men seeming to work in tandem now, knowing what needed to be done.
“This is it,” Ryan said in my ear. “You’re gonna come for our boy, right? You’re gonna come all over Haze’s cock, and then he’s gonna mark you the way you need—as ours. Get ready, baby.”
Ryan’s hands covered my breasts, plucking at nipples that ached, as Haze’s cock stabbed forward now, feeling like it punched into my clit with faster and faster strokes, each stroke resulting in slow explosions of pleasure.
My hands went around Haze’s neck, my fingers digging into his hair, his teeth baring at that, his fangs flashing as he said, “Yes, baby, yes.” But then, right as we got close, a hand was snatched away, dragged down, and slapped around his knot. “Take what’s yours, Riley. Take every fucking thing I have to give you.”
My squeeze was brutal, something I later worried about, but not now. That devil inside me, it knew what it wanted, what it needed, and it knew it had to be now.
“Fuuucck!”
I didn’t come, couldn’t come until I felt that first blast, but with that heat came an answering one of my own.