Page 49 of Devil's Game

“How about we give him a show this time?” Spade’s teeth grazed my ear, sending a jolt of desire straight through me. A gasp tore from my lips, loud enough to draw the gazes of both Kellan and Merrick, their ears attuned to my voice. Kellan pursed his lips, narrowing a glare at Spade, while Merrick’s eyes widened, examining the flush running up my neck as Spade resumed his teasing from the last break.

“I think he deserves a little payback.” I grinned at Spade conspiratorially before my lips found his. His tongue delved in, stroking mine with enough fervor, I almost thought he wanted to consume me. I whimpered into his mouth as his fingers skated up my thigh, not stopping this time.

I felt the weight of Merrick’s gaze on me, the annoyance and lust practically wafting off him and slamming into me, despite the distance between us.

Spade didn’t care, though. I was the only person on his mind as he reached beneath my skirt and dragged a long finger over my lace panties. My body jerked, his touch an electric shock, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. My pulse raced, my anticipation ratcheting up even higher as he slipped them to the side, leaving my pussy bare as he spread my legs.

“Fuck,” Kellan muttered, his footsteps pounding toward us just as the bell chimed, signaling the next round. “Are you trying to be seen?” he whispered as he took his seat, a possessive growl in his voice that sent a wave of lust straight to my core.

His body curled around mine, ensuring no one else could see us as he gripped my thigh and tucked a finger under my chin. Before I knew what was happening, he was stealing my lips from Spade and replacing them with his own. Desperation laced thesearing kiss, like it had been torture for him to watch us from the ring.

Elation bubbled up inside my chest at the effect I had on my guys, the way I could distract them, have them pining for me from across the room. I knew what that was like, though, because they did the same thing to me. Just the thought of them had me wanting to drag them into a back room the moment our eyes locked.

It was so much more than sexual attraction, though. It was their hearts, their souls that called to me, that lit that fire within me.

My nails dug into Kellan’s thigh, desperately trying to keep myself grounded as Spade’s fingers circled my clit. Lust burned through my veins, my breaths coming in ragged pants as my hips jerked, trying to chase Spade as he pulled away.

“I swear, he’s going feral for you, sugar.” Spade chuckled, running his tongue up my throat, as though I was the sweetest treat and he just had to get a taste.

I tore my lips from Kellan, my gaze searching the ring as Spade’s words registered. Merrick had officially turned into his stage name, The Mangler, judging by the way his fists slammed into his opponent. Tyson was keeping up, but barely, taking a few hits before stumbling away and sloppily blocking the next one.

It seemed Merrick was now determined to bring this fight to an end.

I wonder why that might be . . .

Kellan laughed against my skin, his lips shifting to my neck as he sucked and kissed his way down to my collarbone, eliciting a moan from my lips.

“Shh, little devil, before you draw anyone’s attention our way,” Kellan murmured against my skin as he kissed his way back up my neck, lighting my skin on fire with every touch.

Spade took mercy on me, his eyes glinting with mischief as he swirled his fingers against my sensitive nub, drawing a startled gasp from me before I clamped my lips shut.

“Good girl,” Spade crooned, stealing my lips in a scorching kiss. But he pulled away too soon, probably wanting to torture both Merrick and me.

Thankfully, he didn’t pull his hand away as I watched Merrick slam his fist into the other man’s face. Tyson stumbled back just in time for Merrick to land another blow, his movements weak and sloppy now.

Spade’s fingers slid into my pussy, and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep my moan in, my body shaking from the pleasure building within me.

“You’re so good, sugar. So perfect.” Spade’s words had my body quivering as he curled his fingers, stroking the burning desire up even higher with every touch.

Merrick’s gaze flashed toward me, like he could feel the pleasure growing like an inferno with every second. He narrowly missed a hit from Tyson, his rage brewing as he glared at his opponent, as if he was truly considering killing the man for making him take his eyes off me.

I nearly lost my tenuous hold on my moans of pleasure as Kellan added his fingers to the mix, using my arousal to circle my clit as Spade’s curled in my core, bringing me closer and closer to that precipice. My vision was going hazy as a wave of lust washed over me, and I fought the urge to roll my head back and lose myself in ecstasy. But the cheering crowd brought my vision back into focus as Merrick’s fist slammed into Tyson’s jaw, sending him flying backward.

The referee checked on him, but he was barely holding on to consciousness as he tried to pull himself to his feet and failed.

“Our winner, bringing down the reigning champion, is Merrriickk theee Mannnglerrr!” The announcer’s voice boomedover the speakers. The roar of the crowd vibrated through the club as my guys kept going, sending me hurtling closer to my climax as the referee raised Merrick’s hand.

He didn’t care, though—about winning, about his fans. No, his hazel eyes were glued to me, ravenous as my orgasm crashed into me and I lost control. Thankfully, no one could hear me over the screams from the crowd as my pussy clenched around Spade’s fingers, sending a flood of warm ecstasy through my veins. They didn’t stop, extending the climax as long as they could and building me toward another.

The moment the referee dropped Merrick’s hand, he descended upon me, not bothering to go through the motions of returning to the changeroom and me meeting him there. No, every ounce of patience Merrick had was gone; he was fighting so hard to hold on to his control that, at this point, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he wanted to fuck me in the ring, still covered in his and Tyson’s blood.

He dropped down in front of me as Spade and Kellan pulled away, trying to hide what we were doing now that the entire club’s attention was directed our way. I whimpered at the loss, but before I could say anything, Merrick hoisted me from my seat, his hands cocooning me to his chest.

“Hey.” I feigned annoyance, unable to hide the way my lips twitched. “You know I have legs, right?”

The crowd was still roaring behind us, their screams even intensifying, like they knew exactly what we were about to do.

“Little devil,” he growled, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to punish me or have me spread out before him like a buffet—I was honestly fine with either of those options. “I’d have you over my shoulder right now, my hand on your ass, if there was any chance the rest of this damn club wouldn’t see your soaked pussy.”

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