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“It looks like you like it.” Killian says, glancing down to where her husband is working furiously, eager to get this over with. “Tell us how good it feels.”
“I can’t. I—”
Her hips jerk, and I glance down to see her legs trembling, straining to support her ass, which is barely touching the couch anymore. She’s offered her pussy up on a platter to her husband, and he’s sucking her clit in his mouth, making slurping and smacking noises that only seem to make her whimpers and cries grow louder.
“Fuck!” She whispers, and I can tell she’s on the verge of coming against his tongue, her eyes screwed shut. I think she’s also on the verge of passing out, Killian’s grip on her neck making the impending orgasm all the more powerful.
When she screams, it’s not the scream of ecstatic release. It’s raw and agonized, and Killian releases her throat as she arches against him.
I tear my eyes away from where the flush disappeared from her face and see her husband with his teeth bared around her pulsing clit.
Chapter twelve
Monty
My palm has been itching around the knife I slipped out when I undid the cord tethering him to the chair, and he gives me the perfect excuse. It would look better in his shoulder anyway.
Cody screams when I make impact, releasing Ivy at the same time. It’s not even a deep hit—his fucking shoulder blade gets in the way and the blade snaps off during the retreat.
“Fuck!” He growls, wheeling around to try and catch me off guard. He’s a mid-sized guy, with his hands pinned to his sides, and he’s a lumbering idiot. I dodge him with ease and knock him off balance, throwing him to the ground and falling to my knees between her legs while Theo releases his grip on her so he can attend to her piece of shit husband.
“Shh,” I soothe, rubbing a hand along her thigh and assessing her for damage as she whimpers, the pain amplified by the pulse in her clit and all the extra blood flow there. I have no doubt he bit her hard, but like everything else this guy does, he’s a fucking pussy, and he didn’t do any permanent damage. A few drops of blood dot her slick skin, but it’s a pain I can easily soothe away. So, I do.
Pushing the mask up my head, I press a kiss to her injury, just the way I did when she was fourteen, and I saw the split eyebrow and the three stitches her dad gave her, presumably after he himself hit her. She still has a tiny little scar cutting through her brow from that day.
“It’s okay, Bambi,” Killian soothes. “Let him erase the hurt.”
She whimpers as I slide my tongue against her swollen clit, collecting the drops of coppery blood on the back of my tongue and tasting her essence mingling with it.
“Please.”
Her voice is a whisper, and it does nothing to convince me that she really wants me to stop. Even if she did, I don’t think that I could. Having her like this is too fucking delicious, feeding a part of me that I gave up on long ago.
“Just let us love you.” Killian croons, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard him be capable of.
He’s said this to her before, and I wonder if she’s remembering that memory as I lick her slowly, easing her body down from the pain. It’s not fun when it isn’t caused by one of us, anyway. I still want revenge on her, and maybe I should get it by dragging her all the way to the edge again and not letting her take the dive.
I glance up to see Killian with his mask also pushed above his mouth. He tweaks a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it into a point before leaning over to suck it into his mouth. She’s fallen off his lap, and he’s leaning over uncomfortably, but her moan turns to one that shows no trace of hesitation. Just pure, unadulterated pleasure.
She makes the prettiest fucking sounds that make my dick weep, but we all have our season of giving. And somehow, even though she’s still absolutely being punished, this is her season to receive. It won’t last long, considering the combined heat of Killian’s well-skilled mouth and mine is rebuilding what her husband destroyed.
Her mouth opens when I swirl my tongue piercing over the tip of her clit, but no sound comes out, getting trapped in her throat when she forgets how to breathe. I chuckle against her pussy, and Killian twists her effortlessly in his grip so that he can claim her mouth.
I focus on my efforts but smile to myself every time she moans into Killian’s mouth and double down to get her there faster. We’ve got business to attend to.
I can tell when she’s close, her legs trembling on either side of me. I think she’s still holding onto a little bit of resistance, still trying to maintain control of her own orgasms. But that’s not how this works.
Gripping her thighs, I suck her into my mouth entirely, and with one luxurious stroke of my tongue, I’ve set her up for the fall. Her breath hitches, preparing for the orgasm that’s about to rip her to shreds.
There’s a moment or two where I debate the merits of leaving her here, dripping with her desire, and then I remember how she avoided my gaze the day she left, like I didn’t even deserve the courtesy of a goodbye, and I decide she doesn’t deserve to come.
Killian laughs right into her mouth when I stand up and wipe her off my lips with the back of my hand. Her bewildered gaze finds mine as Killian pushes her off him, standing up and smirking at me.
“For a minute there, I thought you were gonna reward her for doingabsolutely nothing.”
“She hasn’t earned an orgasm yet.” I chuckle, turning to find Theo with a hold on her husband. “But maybe we can change that.”
Chapter thirteen
