A soft sob escapes me, and then I’ve got my arms around Ripper, crying like a baby into his warmth. He and Alpha never stop stroking me, comforting me, running their fingers through my hair. They’re offering comfort, but they’re offering something else as well. Something I should resist, but don’t really want to. Maybe it’s not smart, but I need something to distract me, at least for a while.
Ripper’s hand stops just below my armpit, his thumb skirting the edge of my breast. His touch asks a question that only takes me a short second to answer. I put a hand on each of them. “Make me forget.”
18
FAITH
Ripper trapsmy nipple between his fingertips, playing with it until it hardens under his experienced touch. Alpha works my jeans over my hips, and I lift them to help him. When he pulls me back against him, his length presses against my ass. Guess I was right about him not wearing anything. Only the thin material of my panties separates us, and it does nothing to hide how hard he is.
I grip his thigh. “This doesn’t have to mean anything, right?”
He leans in to whisper hoarsely into my ear, “If that’s what you need to tell yourself, honey.”
Maybe it’s just as well that I don’t have a snarky reply to that, since Ripper interrupts me by nudging my head upwards so he can press his lips against mine. They’re as intoxicating as I remember.
Meanwhile, Alpha’s working my panties down and in a moment they’re gone, leaving me in just a T-shirt, which might as well be nothing at all.
As Alpha’s searching fingers slide across my stomach and down between my legs, I get to working on Ripper’s boxer briefs. His thick cock is already straining against the waistband, springing out as soon as give them a yank. I wrap my hand around the main event as he reaches down to tug them off completely.
My thoughts whirl, but my body has only one goal. I’m not usually this forward, but this thing between us has been building since the day we met. Whenever they’re close, my heart beats faster, and maybe it was only a question of time. What are these guys doing to me?
“Wait. What if Blade comes back?” After the conversation we just had, I’m not sure I want him to see me like this.
“You want him to join in?” growls Alpha, sounding almost hopeful.
“What? No way! I’m not even sure he likes me. Especially not after I pissed him off just now.” He took my reaction to the tape so personally. I think he feels that by judging Dad, I’m judging him too, even if I don’t know why. Probably, I don’t actually want to know, to be honest.
Ripper laughs. “He doesn’twantto like you, but if you haven’t seen how he follows your ass with his eyes, you haven’t been paying attention.”
“I can’t think about that right now,” I mumble against Ripper’s lips as I slide my hand down his shaft. I can’t get my fingers all the way around, tracing his girth all the way from the root to the slick tip. “I don’t know if you’ll fit.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs, sounding very pleased with himself.
“We both will,” whispers Alpha. His cock grinds against the small of my back, hard as steel. “We’ll make this so fucking good for you.”
“Then not gentle.” I shake my head, pulling away from Ripper long enough to speak, “Don’t give me time to think. Take me like you want to take me.”
Ripper laughs, a coarse rumble in his chest. “Is that really what you want?”
“It’s what I need.” Something to connect me to the real world again. One where the bikers protecting me are on the side of good and where Dad isn’t a cold blooded killer. “Fuck me senseless.”
Alpha reaches around and cups my chin, pulling me back until my throat is exposed. His palm slides down to cover the vulnerable skin. “If that’s what you want,” he growls before leaning in to kiss me upside down on the mouth.
As Alpha claims my mouth, Ripper licks and nibbles his way across my breasts. He captures a nipple between his teeth and gives it a little tug, making me gasp into Alpha’s mouth. Just like in my dream. I squeeze my thighs together, aching to feel something between them.
Who’d have thought that my wet dream would be prophetic?
I try to focus enough to stroke Ripper’s cock, wrapping both hands around his length. He groans against me, his breath hot over my skin. “That’s it, babe, stroke it. Make me slick before I fuck you.” The need in his voice makes me shiver.
He flicks his tongue over my nipple, teasing it with a puff of cool air once it’s wet and making me gasp. At the same time, Alpha plunders my mouth, his tongue exploring as he slides his free hand underneath me to cup the breast Ripper isn’t sucking on. He traps a nipple between his fingers and tugs, just as Ripper does the same with his teeth on the other, making me moan. His cock twitches in my hands.
I’ve never felt so overwhelmed during sex. I’m not completely inexperienced, but trapped between these two brutes, it’s like nothing I’ve ever done before even qualifies. The double attention, with their rough, powerful bodies, takes everything to a whole new level. They take control of me like I’m their plaything. It’s exactly what I asked for, but I never imagined it would be like this.
I whimper against Alpha as his fingers tighten around the sides of my throat. He’s no longer just resting his hand there, he’s actively gripping it, pressing firmly enough to make my heart beat faster. They’re the hands of a biker, quite possibly a killer. Without an ounce of effort, he could end me with these hands, but he won’t. I trust him, despite all of the reasons not to. These two have already protected me, comforted me, kept me safe… now he’s claiming me as his.
Theirs.
With a last cool breath across my nipple, Ripper kisses his way downward. Then he bites, a sudden nip into the soft flesh of my belly, making me jump. It doesn’t hurt, not really, but it keeps my adrenaline flowing, as if it wasn’t rushing already. Then the kisses again. I’m quivering between them in anticipation of their every move.