Page 68 of Speak

"Harrington? You're both crazy if you think-" he feels it just as I do when Raven stills at the word 'crazy' and tries to close her thighs.

Holding them open is no easy feat.

"Shhh, little bird. He didn't mean it. He loves you. Kiss her, Jonas. Fuck her mouth with your tongue while I tongue fuck her delectable little pussy."

“Is this what you want, baby?” he asks, eyes red rimmed, the only sign of the war raging in his mind but I know what it feels like to lose Raven. He’s done it once; he won’t do it again.

“This will happen with or without you, Jonas. But Raven is somewhat of a flight risk. She’s been alone for far too long. She’s comfortable in her silence. We need her to not be. We need her to awaken, to grow strong. Be fierce. I am man enough to admit that I cannot give her all the things she’ll need. I can protect and provide, sure. But there are things you can give her, that Harrington can give her that I cannot.”

“I don’t know if I can…” he admits.

“Then make her choose. Right now. Between the three of us.” I growl.

Raven sits up immediately, trying to close her strong thighs still pried open by my hands and shakes her head almost violently, breasts gently swaying in Jonas' tight grip, tears rolling down her cheeks, the mere thought of having to break any of our hearts too much to bear, my sweet girl. I know she’d rather stay away from all of us than to continue on. She’d rather break her own heart and become a recluse, fighting and slaying her demons alone than decide between us.

Jonas rubs his thumbs over her nipples, shushing her and I continue to lick slow, languid laps around her juicy cunt that reminds me of a fuzz-less peach.

“You trust him baby?” he breathes against her temple, the pain etched across before, lessened into pure concern, eyebrows drawn up.

She nods, turning her head to look at him beneath those sooty wet lashes. I know the look she’s giving him. It’s the same one that warped my mind. The one I love. The one that can and has made me commit atrocities as her doctor and later on as a man obsessed. The one that has made as psychotic and sick as the other patients that deserve to be at Lorne Wood.

I am nothing more than a demented mastermind fit to be judged as criminally insane.

“There you go, little bird. Relax. Let me warm you up. Let us take care of you.” Her thighs relax more, falling as open as the can, giving my tongue and fingers permission to breach her entrance,coaxing me in a little further, wiggling her hips, finding her rhythm so she can orgasm like she has plenty of times half-asleep. She’s almost there, but this time sober and a willing, ready, needy participant.

She’s perfect. For me. Him. Harrington. Mostly me.

“You love him, baby?” Jonas asks, his voice cracking.

She nods apologetically.

“Do you love me?”

She nods enthusiastically, hips rolling against my mouth. His resolve wanes completely and he plunges his tongue into her mouth, holding her by the throat.

Under the desk I kick off my shoes and socks, unfasten my belt and slacks, pulling out my cock, stroking the precum that’s been leaking out since I tugged off her shirt and stand.

“She’s a virgin.”

“I’m very well aware,” I reply. “Raven, lay down. There you are, pretty girl. So beautiful.” I rasp, stroking myself from root to tip. I look at Jonas, the tent in his jeans obvious. “Can you take him in your mouth?” I know she can. I’ve watched her do so.

“Fuck, baby. Do you really want this?”

Instead of answering, Raven, whose head is hanging off my desk, reaches over, unbuttons his jeans, and tugs out his girthy length as he pulls off his own shirt. She wets her lips before swirling her tongue over the tip and down the length to his sac. It rivals against mine but barely. Lucky girl. It’ll be fun trying to have her take us all in each hole at once. We’ll have to work our way up to that, but first, I run the tip of my cock along her slit, groaning at how wet she is before I’ve even entered her.

I notch my tip at her entrance, almost exploding at the sight of the bulge in her throat created by her lover and the knowledge that I am getting exactly what I’ve always wanted. What I’ve been waiting for, for a very long time. I pump my hips, hitting the barrier I’ve loosened over and over again nightly, this shouldn’t hurt her at all, not since I pretty much broke her hymen a week or so ago with my fingers. But she’s had time to heal. So the most she should feel is an intense pressure from being stretched farther than she’s been stretched before.

Jonas surprises me, sliding a hand from her breast, down to her clit, rubbing little circles over the bundle of nerves. She spreads her thighs wider, accommodating me.

“Just a pinch, little bird.” I say through gritted teeth, grabbing the tops of her thighs and in one thrust I penetrate her completely.Heaven. I have died and heaven is the warmth that is Raven. Tight. Wet. And so fucking hot. She gaspsaudiblyaround Jonas’ cock, stiffening for a moment before relaxing.

“Such a good girl, Amourette. You look phenomenal taking me. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.” I moan.

“Does it hurt baby? Is Doctor Archer’s dick too big for your little pussy?” Jonas asks, his fingers now playing with, pinching, and pulling on her clit the way we both know she loves. Her hips roll, reminding me I need to move.

Shit.

I pull out until only the crown of my head is inside of her, a small, light line of blood on my cock as I plunge back in, gripping her inner thighs, pushing them further apart. The feral groan that leaves her reminds me of a needy mewl of a grown cat. “Fuck, little bird. This is so much better than I ever imagined.” I admit, not letting my eyes close to the vision that gods have bestowed before me.

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