Page 32 of Rayne

"Open those pretty lips for me," he muses, thumb running over my bottom lip. "Taste yourself on my cock."

My mouth falls open for him, and he guides himself forward. I'm all over him, and the taste of us together is sending me into a frenzy. I pull him into my mouth wildly, hands reaching for his balls as I fondle them in my palm. He lets out a groan, head tipping back as he lets me take control. The force of Hawk's slams sends me deeper down Jett, and I hastily grab his legs, clawing my fingers in. He groans again, reaching for my hands as he squeezes them, motioning for me to dig in harder.

"Rayne," Hawk says, and it's so casual in contrast to his hard thrusts that it throws me off guard.

All I can do is hum in reply as I cling to Jett, swirling my tongue around him.

"I'm going to come in this pretty little pussy."

I moan, squeezing my eyes closed. But then it hits me—and I try to sit up wildly.

"Wait," I gasp, letting Jett fall from my mouth. "You're not wearing protection."

Jett grabs my shoulders, pushing me back down. Hawk locks eyes with me, smirking darkly.

"Oh… I know," he murmurs amused, switching his attention to Jett. "You know what to do."

"What?" I breathe out, trying to sit up again.

"Ssh…" Jett says, clutching my face between his hands and tilting my head back to look at him. "We're going to make you ours, Tempest. Hawk is going to paint your insides while I come down your throat."

My eyes widen but he shushes me again, stroking my cheek.

"You're ours. Say it," he demands.

I shake my head. "I'm not."

"But you are," he whispers back. "You're ours and nobody is going to touch what's mine. We're going to claim you, ruin you. Break you in until you only answer to us."

I start to argue back but he pushes his cock into my open mouth, silencing me. He still holds my face, watching me carefully as he blocks Hawk from view.

"You'll beg for us soon enough. I can't wait to hear it."

Mumbles are lost against his length, my nails digging into his hands on my face. Hawk pinches my clit, a moan ripping from me against my will. I feel another climax approaching, and I can sense they are both close as well. My panic climbs, but Hawk runs his fingers over my clit, teasing me until I can't fight it anymore and I lose control.

Crying out against Jett's cock, I clench down around Hawk, sending a rippling effect as they both fall over the edge with me. Their groans and growls echo around the room, bodies slamming into me one final time before I sag, defeated, into the mattress, the taste of Jett on my tongue.

Slowly, they pull away, leaving me on the bed in a panting heap. I stare at the ceiling—perplexed, dazed, and lost.

"Why?" I croak out.

Hawk hovers over me, the light reflecting on his face as he inches closer.

"Because you want it too."

I can't speak. I just stare at him, our chests pressing into each other.

"You said you were going to kill me," I blurt out.

His lips tug upwards and he reaches down, stroking my cheek softly.

"We are. But not in the way you think."

Pressing a quick kiss to my lips, he climbs off me, pulling his clothes back on. I sit up, watching them in the darkness. I wait for him to elaborate, to tell me more, but it doesn't come.

The two of them retreat to the door, and I quickly stand up, chasing after them.

"Wait… where are you going?" I ask, bewildered.

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