Page 17 of Surviving Hallow Hill
Because that’s what it feels like. Our chests are pressed so tightly together, our hearts are beating in tandem, and I can’t tell where his begins and mine ends. We’re one, he and I.
He whimpers into my mouth, and the sound fuels my desire, sending pulsing waves of need straight to my clit. My body slants over his, thighs widening to straddle his waist as I push him down onto the ground. He pulls me with him, as eager and desperate for my mouth as I am for his cock.
I rub myself against him, gyrating my hips to cause a friction that makes me moan.
“Lady of Death, save me,” Sia growls from somewhere behind us, making me still.
I reluctantly pull my mouth from Styx’s and throw a coy smile over my shoulder at Sia. His pale face is flushed, and even sitting down, I can make out the hard press of his cock against that jumpsuit. Really, it leaves little to the imagination.
It’s the one good thing about our new uniform.
“You can join us, you know,” I whisper.
Sia pauses. Someone else doesn’t.
“Don’t mind if I do.” This comes from Rue. “The Sekar here might not be into this, but I’m all for group orgasms. Especially when I can feel that shit from over here.” He comes up behind me, his palms spanning wide across my hips.
“I never said I didn’t like it,” Sia huffs with annoyance and indignation.
Rue’s hand slides up my spine, and even with the metal in my back, I feel his perfect touch down to my fucking bones. He brushes aside my dark hair, the length cascading over Styx beneath me. Then his fingers are gripping the back of my neck, kneading away the tension in my muscles.
I groan, forehead falling to Styx’s chest. “Rue... That feels amazing...”
“Keep saying my name like that,chère.” His hips grind against my backside, and I feel his hard cock. Fuck, if that doesn’t feel good. “Do you want to be fucked?” His hips grind the front of me down against Styx. I’m being invaded from all sides, and it feels so good to be enveloped by this warmth.
But not good enough. There’s something missing.
Someonemissing.
“Sia...”
Am I greedy for wanting all the dick? Maybe. But really, a girl can never have too much. There’s not even such a thing as “too much.” There’s no overstock on orgasms. Too much dick. Too much sex. Too much... Nope, no such thing.
Styx lifts his hands and cups my breasts, making all thoughts fly from my mind. Behind me, Rue’s fingers are sliding the zipper of the magical jumpsuit down. The material parts and warm air press against my back.
“The little alpha wants you, Sia,” Rue all but purrs, though it sounds more like a taunt.
“We could be ambushed at any minute—”
“No one here for miles,” Styx interrupts. “I would know.” His fingers pull at the neckline, shoving it down my shoulders, past my chest, to expose my breasts to the chill of the night. “I would hear them.”
“We almost died.” Sia tries a new angle, and that one’s logical, sure.
If I could process logic at all in this moment.
Rue’s hands tug the material off my body, and I adjust myself to make the task easier for him. Once he’s divested me of everything, even my boots, and I’m naked in between him and Styx, his hand snakes around to cup my sex. “Hmm...” Rueren groans into my ear. “We deserve this. We deserve to feel alive.”
That we fucking do.
The more logical part of my mind tells me that Sia’s right. That right now is not the time or place. But there’s a scent wafting off of Styx that sends my senses into overdrive. It makes me needy; it’s a demanding feeling that almost borders desperation.
The passion pulses between the three of us like a glowing thread of magic. Beneath me, Styx whimpers, grinding his hips up.
“Please...” The word is but a rasp leaving his tongue.
My whole body is feverish, but it’s nothing compared to the flush on Styx’s strong cheekbones. He’s warm. Overly warm. My nails rake across the jumpsuit, pulling at the elastic. He wiggles beneath me, aiding in getting it shoved down past his hips.
That’s as far as it goes before Rue is lifting me by the waist and positioning me on the tip of Styx’s erect cock.
