“Daddy,” I plead, grabbing onto Mack, “I need to come. Please….”
With a growl, Mack quickens his pace and thrusts a hand between my legs. When my orgasm approaches, and my body stiffens, the others sense it. They let each other go and come to me. Tanner and Sam attack my breasts with their tongues, while Kole grips my hands and kisses me.
I turn my head, exposing my neck. I feel him tense.Nova…
Please. I need you. Please.I beg him.
I’m so close, but I know the only thing that will drive me over the edge is the feeling of his teeth puncture my skin. Before I can plead with him again, Kole lets out a roar that shakes the cabin and brings his mouth to my throat. Mack reaches out to stop him, but I grab his hand. Heat rushes to my palm. Mack cries out as his skin sizzles. “Don’t stop him,” I growl. “Don’t… stop…”
23
LUTHER
Nova’s words are snatched from her mouth by the thunderous orgasm that decimates her body. Fireworks explode on her skin. Sparks dance in the air around her while tears come to her eyes.
The others are all staring at Kole. So fucking lost in how much they want her that they’re unwilling to disobey her.
I’m about to stand up and wrench his teeth from her neck when, somehow, he does it himself. He pulls himself away from her. When she looks up and sees her blood trickling down his chin, the orgasm that was fading rushes back. She clenches her fists, locks her legs around Mack’s waist, and makes noises I’ve never heard coming from a woman’s mouth before.
As she trembles and collapses into a sweaty heap, the others continue kissing and stroking and soothing her while she rides the crescendo of her orgasm, Nova’s eyes latch onto mine.
She keeps my gaze as Mack comes inside her, holding her hands tight while his hot liquid fills her up. Standing to one side, Sam’s eyes widen as he and Tanner paint her breasts white. She pulls Sam down and kisses him forcefully, like she’s trying to taste Tanner in his mouth.
Apart from me, Kole is the only one who hasn’t come. How he’s lasted this long, I have no idea. His dick is so hard it looks almost painful. Blood stains his lips.
Nova beckons him to her. “I can’t,” he growls, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are black and he’s clearly fucking terrified that if he bites her a second time, he might not be able to stop himself.
He’s kneeling, his large knuckles white with pressure as he holds his throbbing dick.
“Yes, you can.” Nova eases herself off Mack’s shaft then turns onto all fours and crawls toward him. Kole watches her, entranced. Mack watches too, with a prime view of her ass.
When she reaches Kole’s lap, she plunges her mouth onto his shaft and takes it so far back that she gags. Spikes of electricity shoot to my center. I can’t take it any longer. I stand and turn around, so I can’t see them. Then I shove my hand into my pants and fist myself hard. Fast. Ugly.
When Kole comes, he roars so loudly the whole fucking carriage rattles. Part of me wanted him to stride over and enter me, like he did at the cabin. Fuck some relief into me.
When a hand lands on my shoulder, I spin around, but it’s not Kole—it’s her.
Completely naked, with blood trickling from her throat, Sam’s cum on her chest, and Mack’s leaking from her cunt, she puts her hand on me. All the time, never looking away from my eyes. She stares up at me, small and delicate but vibrating with power. Power over the elements. Power over the five of us.
As I watch her grab me and slowly stroke my pierced shaft, anger rolls through me in waves. I’m angry with her. Fucking furious. She makes my blood boil. She brings fire to my veins, and heat to my soul. Except, I can’t be furious with her because—mixed in with the anger—is something pure. Something that might be love if I looked at it hard enough.
She licks her lower lip, bites the corner, and tightens her grip on me. “Would it help if I gave you something to bury your face in?” she asks, blinking up at me. “I have some spare underwear in my bag.”
She’s making fun of me? She’s got her hand around my dick and she’s mocking me? Without thinking, I grab her shoulders and push her down to the floor.
I feel the others move toward me—a wall of testosterone ready to beat my ass if I hurt her. But she’s not hurt; she’s opening her legs for me. Picking them up, wrapping them tight around my waist, I plunge into her. She’s so wet I’m struggling to gain traction, so I pound harder. She cries out and screws her eyes closed, but I don’t want that. I want her to look at me.
Arching one arm over her head, I cup her face with my other hand. When she opens her eyes, I let out a loud groan and slam once, twice, three times deep into her core.
“Luther…” She breathes my name, steals a kiss from my half-open lips, then moans into my mouth as I unload violently inside her—my name on her lips sending me over the edge.
My body shakes. She squeezes every last drop from me, then buries her head in my neck.
As I tremble inside her, she whispers, “Do you still hate me? Or are we making progress?”
I don’t reply.
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