Page 19 of Surviving Hallow Hill
And trembling so hard, my arms give out, and I’m flush against Styx’s chest. I’m nearly lying flat against him, aside from how perfectly high Sia holds my hips up for himself to drive in over and over and over again.
“So beautiful like this,chère,” a dark voice of seduction whispers among the grunts and moans.
Fingers dig in harshly against the roots of my hair, and I’m pulled up from behind until my throat’s angled and exposed. Another hand grips there, too, holding me just from the length of my hair and the column of my neck. It’s pain and it’s pleasure as he drives in impossibly deeper.
My body isn’t my own. It’s his. Sia owns me in this moment. He makes sure the intense, demanding sensations tightening within my core, that’s all mine. A gift he’s giving me. A gift he’s held for me since the moment we met.
It’s undeniable attraction.
Uncontrollable lust.
Uncontainable love.
And he gives it all to me.
Until I can’t take any more.
The emotions, the trembling, the coiling, it all collides at once and bursts through me with more force than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
The hands holding me release and another gentler set lower me down to smooth, hard muscles.
My gasping screams are cut off by the press of Styx’s lips against mine. He devours my release.
The men take every part of me.
And I give it to them freely.
Seconds slip by before Sia groans hard and gruffly from behind. With care, his fingers slide down my spine, making sure to touch on each side of the metal biting my flesh. He caresses me sweetly before slipping himself from me to lie down at my side—at Styx’s side. Big flashing gray eyes look up at me with a hooded delicious shine in them.
Love. It’s a look of love.
I feel it for all three of them... but...
I shift tiredly against Styx and find Rue sitting with a pleased smirk on his full lips. He’s completely clothed.
He didn’t... he didn’t want me?
“I did. I do,” he corrects, but he never does come closer to me. He keeps the distance to watch me as I lie sprawled out against two men. “I want you entirely. And I’ll have you,” he whispers darkly. “Very, very good things come to those who wait,chère.” His eyes make a devious promise in the dim lighting that shivers all through me.
Very, very good things come to those who wait...
I can't even imagine what that promise holds for the four of us.
