Page 31 of Wrath of One
Just when I think he’ll come, another body brushes against my nipples. My lashes open with a flutter, and I meet watchful blue eyes.
“Lie back, Izzy,” Saint whispers, his hands sliding over Syko’s.
I try to make sense of his request, but he doesn’t wait. He leans into me and guides me and Syko down. Behind me, Syko lies back, his thickness still filling me. His chest heaves as he looks up at the dark night sky, and I swear he’s just as anxious as I am at the moment.
As for myself, I wait for Saint. With sparking anticipation, I wait for him.
His gaze shifts over my features. His head dips low, and he kisses me softly, sweetly. His hand moves down my back, and he guides me just slightly further back, his body covering mine.
Before sliding ever so slowly in.
My lips part without a sound. Syko groans and slams his hands around my hips hard. Saint’s muscles tense beneath my touch as I grasp his shoulders and cling to him like he’ll take care of me completely.
Always.
The two of them hold me between them, angling me just right as Saint fucks us with slow, even strokes that make me weak in their arms. He takes his time, watching me with hooded eyes, and he seems lost in the lust he gives. We never kiss. We simply share desperate sounds between us. Whimpers and growls. Gasps and curses.
Beautiful fucking desire explodes between the three of us, and I feel like I’ll be lost in the flames of our passion.
My head falls back as the pounding, demanding pulses of my orgasm consume me. Syko’s right there behind me. He wraps an arm around me and lets me give in to the wrecking bliss. His muscles tense around my frame and he shifts hard, thrusting with driven intent just before stilling entirely with a stifled groan.
And only then does Saint lose control. His hips pound into mine, bringing that spark of energy in my core higher and higher all over again.
His fingers sink into my ass hard as he holds me in place with bruising force. I feel his cock slick within me just before it throbs deep inside me. His body halts, his chest heaving so hard I swear his heart must be alive within him for once.
He tips his chin up, and the way he presses his lips to mine just reminds me of all the sentimental things he said tonight.
To all of us.
He kisses me like he loves me. He kisses me like he’s saying just that with a single brush of our lips.
I exhale the exhaustion clinging to my body, and it’s still there when my gaze lands on the man sitting patiently by the door. His back is straight against the wall, but not in a stiff way. Not at all like the angry werewolf who once said he never wanted to see someone else fuck his girlfriend.
“What are you doing?” I ask Malek quietly.
He lifts his large hand to me. “Just watching, mi corazón.” He arches a dark brow at me, and no matter how tired I am, I’d never not go to him.
In a few stumbling steps, I walk to him. I settle over his hips, and he holds me delicately as I straddle him. We watch each other for a few passing seconds.
“I thought you didn’t ever want to see me with other men,” I say softly.
His warm palm pushes through my messy dark hair, and he shakes his head at me.
“I don’t want to watch the other men.” A small smile pulls at his lips. “But I love watching you. I fucking love how sexy you look with your body submitting to its primal needs.” Big hands push firmly over my breasts, his palms covering me fully. “You’re my mate. You’re mine, just like you’re theirs. Just in a different way. You own my heart.”
I own his heart.
More romantic words have never been spoken in the perfect kissing accent of Malek Ramirez. When I kiss him, I do the opposite of sweet romance: I shove his jeans down just far enough for his cock to brush against my thighs.
His smile grows. He’s always been so dominating when we’re like this. I kind of like taking his control for just a little while.
“Take your shirt off,” I command.
Maybe I like it more than I realized.
His hands lift above his head, and he tugs the material away until smooth skin meets mine. I feel utterly in control of us as I kiss him, flicking his tongue with mine just how I like. I’m in control as I drag my nails down his chest until he groans against me. I’m in control—
His hands grip my ass, and he lifts and lowers me in one fast move.
