Page 62 of Sins of Seduction
Jax walked behind Raven, letting his fingertips caress the bare skin of her arm up across her chest before settling his hand around her throat. It was the same position Cruz had been in when Jax was feasting on her, and Jax wanted to see how things looked from this end. He could feel Raven’s body shake under his touch—her climax just below surface going by the sounds she was making and the frantic thrust of her hips into Cruz’s waiting face.
“You look so hot, Raven,” Jax whispered against her fevered skin. “Look at Cruz. He looks like a man starved for you.” He kissed the underside of her ear as Jax’s name was torn from her lips. “That’s it, Rave. Fuck his face,” Jax grounded out—his own hips bucking on their own at the sight of Cruz and Raven getting lost in each other.
“Open your eyes, Rave. Look at how Cruz tastes you—how he touches himself at the thought of you.” Jax could see one of Cruz’s hands had disappeared under his body. His arm moved in quick, short burst, jerking off to the sounds and flavors of Raven.
Raven’s body bowed off the sectional a second time, her climax violently ripping through her body, causing Jax to groan. Her body was flushed, sweat slicked across her skin from the humidity in the room and the inferno the three of them were causing. “Such a good girl, Rave,” he groaned.
Jax stood just as Cruz did as well. Cruz’s chest rose and fell as he licked his lips, staring down at Raven. Jax knew that look. It was one he wore every time he was near Raven. It was an unbearable need to get inside her and feel her cum all around his dick.
Jax placed a hand on Raven’s shoulder. Her body relaxed against the sectional, but he could still feel her rapid pulse under his palm. She might have been coming down from her climax, but the anticipation was still coiling through her body.
“How does she taste, Cruz?” Jax didn’t recognize the sound of his own voice. He sounded more feral than human.
“Like fucking heaven. I imagine she feels the same too.” There was a question in his statement, and Jax looked down at Raven who glanced up at him with lust filling her eyes. Jax walked around the sectional and pulled Raven to her feet by the tie wrapped around her hands.
She stumbled into Jax. Her legs barely able to keep her standing made Jax laugh as he caught her and undid the tie at her wrists. Her dress pooled around her feet leaving her naked to everyone in the room, but the only eyes that mattered were his and Cruz’s.
Jax kissed her lips, letting her taste herself while he continued to taste her. He pulled back just enough to rest his head against hers. The room fell away for a quick moment. It was just the two of them, and he soaked in that intimacy. Even in a room full of strangers, the air thick with sex and need, and all he felt was his love for Raven, all he saw was his beautiful Raven.
“Are you ready to fly?” he asked her, making sure she was still on board with where this was leading up to.
Raven gripped his shirt. “Yes. I’m ready to fly. You did promise me ten orgasms. I think I’m only at four.” She chuckled and the sound wrapped around his heart.
“You will be my undoing,” he whispered under his breath, “but when I come apart at your hands, I am rebuilt better.”
Jax stood straight and walked around Raven, pressing his front to her back. Cruz had discarded his suit jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt as his gaze took in every inch of Raven’s body before he looked past her to Jax.
They stared silently at each other, conversations passing in each other’s eyes before they both nodded, and Jax stepped away from Raven just as Cruz went to her. They attacked each other with jerky movements and fast hands, Raven ripping the rest of Cruz’s shirt off his shoulders before she pushed him back on the sectional.
Jax rummaged through Raven’s discarded purse looking for the lube she had brought with her. He made quick work undoing his shirt all the while he watched Raven tease and torment Cruz.
Jax never thought he’d be here. This would have been a ludicrous idea to a younger him. Even though he craved something like this, he hadn’t been sure exactly what this was. He spent his entire life trying to deny his demons, the ones that craved consumption of the flesh. He thought he’d defeated them until he met Raven. She coaxed them out of hiding—enticed them with the promise of an ecstasy no drug could match. Most would have run from his demons, himself included, and here was Raven, dancing with them and teaching them how to heel.
Raven was his freedom, and in the beginning that scared the shit out of him because he preferred the comfort of his chains, enjoyed the way they felt against his skin and kept him in a world where things were either this or that. Now, she strapped a different set of chains on him, one that was bound by her lips and coated in her cream. Raven had awoken him—a beast in a slumber—and now he could never go back to a life without this or without her.
The fires of hell will burn your soul for eternity if you live in sin.The threats his mom and grandparents used on him when he was younger filtered through his thoughts, causing him to smile. What better way to burn than at the hands of a woman who looked like an angel and delivered a paradise Jax had never known could exist. If he burned, he’d gladly turn to ash at the hands of Raven Wright.
Raven was on sensory overload as she hovered over Cruz’s waiting cock. As soon as Jax had said he was okay with everything, the two of them had come together in a tiny explosion of body parts. Years of hatred and pent up aggression had meant they were a ticking time bomb, and every time Cruz touched her with his hands or his tongue, it felt like a whip across her skin. It was why she hesitated to take him. She knew the second he slid inside her he’d rip her open in a deliciously painful way that brought her to climax with ease but left her sore in the morning.
“Don’t tell me the fearless Raven Wright is afraid of my cock?” Cruz taunted as if he knew exactly why she hadn’t put the both of them out of their misery.
She trailed a hand down his naked chest, just as she lowered her hips so the head of his cock brushed against her wet core. She bit her lip to keep from groaning at the sensation but loved watching the way Cruz’s entire body shook underneath her—the way his hands curled into the sectional as if was barely holding on.
Raven smiled at him just as his eyes narrowed. “It’s mesmerizing, watching your body quake under my touch, Cruz. Savoring the anticipation of what’s to come. I’ll break you with just a whisper of my lips against your neck.” Raven leaned in, biting his bottom lip. His hips jerked up but she’d been prepared for the movement and shifted out of reach.
Shetsked.“Not yet,” she whispered against his lips, causing him to groan. She had expected him to charge at her like a bull, to take out years of aggression and maybe misplaced hate on her body, but even as his touch scorched her skin, he’d been gentle with her, savoring her body and building a slow burning fire in her core.
She pulled back to look at him, could feel Jax at her back and his presence empowered her. The sounds of the room faded away, and it was just the three of them, and she hated to admit how right this felt.
Both these men will be my undoing.
“You want me.” Raven smirked when Cruz kept quiet. He could try and deny how he felt about her or what was to come when this was over, but right now, his body was telling Raven the truth.
He wanted this. They both did.
“My name will be a fevered prayer ripped from your throat,” she continued. “And you’ll beg me—” her words were cut off by a slap to her ass. The sting from the hit had her moaning and working herself against the head of Cruz’s cock.
She felt Jax flush against her back as his hand fisted in her hair. “Stop teasing him…teasing me, Rave,” Jax growled. The vibration danced along her body making her throb. “I want to see your wet cunt swallow his cock.”
