Page 15 of Malice
A fleeting thought gave me pause. What if she might never be sated? Had we all been the victims of some trap set by our enemies, doomed to spend eternity in an endless cycle of lust and feeding?
As quickly as the thought took shape, the press of her warm body against mine sent it fleeing. We’d deal with it if and when we had to. For now, all that mattered was her.
I nipped at her lower lip, drawing a breathy sigh from her. I started to pull back so I could better navigate the room with her in my hold, but she didn’t appreciate the distance. She hissed and writhed in my arms, the grip she had on the back of my head tightening as she pulled my face back down to hers.
Depositing her on the bed, I took my time shedding what was left of my clothes. I’d discarded my shirt while Malice was taking care of her, the arousal in the air too strong to keep my body from reacting. Just the brush of fabric on my skin had been too much to take. It had been a show of great strength to leave my sweatpants on. As it was, the inside of them was a mess of precum, a dark stain spread across the front.
Merri's eyes seemed to lock on the patch, and a wicked smile curved her lush lips. She knew what she did to us, and she was proud of it.
“Hungry, Red?” I asked, taking hold of my aching length behind the cotton and squeezing hard.
She licked her lips and surged forward as if I was denying her her favorite snack.
I stopped her with a hand around her throat, lightly collaring her and holding her in place. “Not so fast, Red. You want me, we’re playing by my rules.”
Anger flashed across her face and she fought me, reaching for the waistband of my pants.
“The two of you aren’t playing the same game,” Grim muttered.
“Hell, you’re not even on the same court.” Sin’s words were laced with amusement.
“I put my money on Merri bringing him to his knees before the minute’s up.”
I glared at Malice over Merri’s tousled hair. “You’ve had your fun. Get the fuck off our bed.”
“Since when is this your bed?” Malice countered with a lift of his brow. Then, like the arrogant asshole he was, he made himself more comfortable among her pillows.
“Fine. Enjoy the show.”
Merri’s nails scraped along my abs. Not gentle, playful scratches, but hard, insistent ones.
“Enough of this,” I barked before flipping her onto her hands and knees, ass in the air, pink pussy on display.
The swollen folds were glistening with cum.
“She’s dripping,” I murmured for the others’ benefit.
“Allow me,” Grim said, the inky phantom shape of a hand appearing between her legs for a brief second before scooping up the milky fluid and pushing it back inside her. “There. Now it’s where it belongs.”
She whimpered and arched her back, begging for more without words.
My cock was a throbbing, aching thing, desperate to be freed. “Out of the way, Death. She needs me.” I shoved my sweats down and palmed my dripping length.
Grim’s shadow retreated, leaving Merri bared to me. I reached out and grasped the full globes of her ass in each hand and spread her wide, just as I had in my dream. She was every bit as glorious as I’d remembered.
Positioning myself between her legs, I fed my cock inside her welcoming body in one long thrust. She cried out and arched again.
“You like that? You like the way I fuck you, Merri?”
Her answering moan had my balls tightening. She shifted her weight, rocking her hips back and forth as she tried to bring me to my finish far too soon for my liking. That wouldn’t do. She wasn’t in charge here. I was.
And I would come when I was ready.
Releasing her ass, I reached forward and grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her arms behind her back and forcing her face down onto the bed. It wasn’t a gentle transition. Her chest dropped to the comforter, the move angling her hips up and back and forcing me to slide deeper than I thought possible inside her.
We both groaned at the unexpected shift in our position.
“You might act like you want control, Red, but you fucking love when I take it.”
