Page 59 of Savage Hate
“How should we fuck you, princess?” Silas asks from behind me, cupping my breasts.
His words send a jolt to the spot between my legs, and I whimper as he squeezes my nipples again. Damon’s mouth trails along the flesh of my stomach, and his hands are gripping the back of my ass. I close my eyes and let the sensations take over—of Jude’s mouth on my collarbone, of Damon’s mouth inching closer to my pussy, of Silas thrusting against my ass as he plays with my aching breasts…
Am I really going to do this? It’s not like I don’t trust them. If anything, they have proven themselves trustworthy time and time again. And it’s not like I haven’t crossed the line with all of them—Jude at the party, Damon in the car, and Silas in the stairwell. There’s already a precedent.
I look at Jude. “You,” I say, my voice uneven.
My skin is tingling from the beer, and I can smell the soap Jude uses in the shower as he pulls away and walks over to the couch. It’s like he can read my mind. He sits down as Damon turns Wright’s chair to face us.
“Watch as we give her everything you never could,” he commands.
Wright’s eyes are two black pools of loathing.Good.
I walk over to Jude, placing one knee on either side of his legs. I want him inside of me—Ineedto feel his piercing. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since that night. I bend down and kiss him, our tongues sliding against each other as his hands come back around to my ass. He slides my cunt up and down his swollen length, and I’m panting by the time he pulls away, looking over my shoulder. I follow his gaze, my eyes landing on Damon.
“You too,” I say, my voice throaty.
“Lennon,” Jude warns, gripping my ass even tighter. “Are you sure?”
I nod, rolling my hips. I love the way his eyes roll to the back of his head every time I move against him.
“And I want Silas in my mouth,” I add, pointing to the back of the couch. “Right here.”
Wright makes some sort of defeated sound, and I grin as Damon comes behind me. I realize suddenly that because the light is on, anyone walking by could see exactly what’s happening. It’s nearly three in the morning, so the chances are low, but it still spurs me on nonetheless. I groan as Damon’s large hands come to my ass. He stands behind me, rubbing in circles, pulling me into him ever so subtly. I fist Jude’s shirt and close my eyes.
I didn’t realize it until tonight–how badly I wanted this.
Them. All three of them.
Us.
My clit throbs on top of Jude, and my stomach flutters with butterflies as I look over at Wright.
Should my first time with them be in front of him?
I’m not in love with him anymore, and I’m really not sure I ever was at this point. He hurt me—ruined my life… but on the other hand, I have him to thank for Silas, Damon, and Jude. Without his cheating ass, I wouldn’t be here.
Still… hehurtme.
And nothing about coming here has been normal.
In fact, just knowing he’ll be watching me as I come undone, just knowing anyone could walk in front of the studio at any moment…
Yes.I want this.
All of this.
Silas comes to stand in front of me. He’s carrying a bottle of something I recognize instantly, handing it to Damon over my shoulder.
Fuck.This is really happening.
“Lennon,” Jude purrs, fingering my underwear. “Did you wear these for us?”
No.
Yes.
I nod, swaying my hips on top of him.
