Page 31 of To Claim A King
The vise grip of her hot pussy shot electricity up my spine and stars burst behind my eyes. For the briefest moment, I allowed myself to get lost in the lust of her body and their performance, every muscle aching for release.
Tonight was the only guarantee I had in my life. I was a dead man walking—this could be the last time I felt her around me, and the last time I had to experience genuine pleasure without it being tainted.
Did she know I loved her? Could she feel it in the way I cupped her breasts, the way I kissed the back of her neck like she was my most cherished possession? Maybe I’d be better at showing it in another life.
“Bounce on me,” I urged her, the roughness of my voice betraying my need. I brought my fingers to her clit, providing the friction she was so desperate for, and felt her gush around me even more. “Ride me until you come, Killer.”
Without a word, she complied, slamming down on my cock as I teased her clit with hard circles. The room was now saturated with the smell of sweat and sex.
Turning back to the two men, I gave Lauchlan the direction he’d been waiting for. “Put him in your mouth, and suck.”
Pouty lips closed over the thick shaft, and Aaron’s growl of pleasure shot through my limbs like an explosion.
“Don’t let him come,” I ordered between pants. Hillary had ramped up her writhing, causing the inevitable tingle of an intense orgasm at the base of my spine.
Lauchlan didn’t stop sucking, but he changed his pace, slowly licking up the underside of Aaron’s shaft and lapping each ball into his mouth with an audible slurp.
Whether it was minutes or seconds, I couldn’t keep track with Killer bouncing on top of me, and my calves and glutes cramping hard with all of my efforts not to come.
When she tipped over the final edge, her scream of release combined with the tightening of her walls around my cock. I finally allowed my release, flooding her with every drop of cum, and my body melted into the chair as she collapsed back against my chest.
Lauchlan abruptly pulled off Aaron’s cock, and his body convulsed as jets of white cum spurted like an erupting volcano.
“Lauchlan!” I barked, too sated to be truly angry. “The whole point was to edge him, you idiot.”
“Sorry, boss,” Lauchlan panted, grasping the edge of the hospital bed in a tight grip. “I’ve never had a hand’s free fuck before. Bloody hell.”
He stood and faced us, revealing the front of his pants wet with his own cum. “Guess that brings new meaning to a circle jerk, huh?”
I stared at him through lowered eyes, my gaze drifting to the relaxed and satisfied man on the hospital bed, and the woman curled against my chest.
What a ludicrous life of lust and lies we were all living.
Despite the well of disgust still deep within my belly and the permanent stress still stitched into the fabric of my skin, I laughed.
Fuck this man. He was the only one in the world who could get me to laugh so freely. My body shook from the chuckles, the deep booming resonance filling the room, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Hillary giggled into mypecs, Lauchlan smirked with mischievous mirth dancing in his eyes, and Aaron snickered as he stared at the ceiling in a sated stupor.
The laughter was a temporary balm on the shit to come, but we had all needed that fuck to release the demons of the day. Despite the impromptu release goaded on by a man who knew me too well, I could admit I liked the shared sex.
I kissed Hillary’s temple and held her tighter to my chest, unwilling to let her go. I needed one more night with her in my arms before I was forced to walk away forever.
“Hillary Lane, the wealthiest woman in Sequoia and number 33 on the Forbes ‘Wealthiest Women of the World,’ was seen exiting Carlisle’s 78th Precinct, her lawyer Weston Williams, of Tracy Williams Law, in tow. Now, why would Hillary Lane need a lawyer to visit the police station? This Carlisle columnist has heard a delicious rumor she’s the primary suspect in the FBI’s Mutilation Mistress case, and sources have confirmed there is a warrant out for the seizure of her digital property. Does this have anything to do with the condo fire reported in her building last night? Stay tuned, Carlisle Corrupted, for we have our very own scandal on our hands. Details to come!”
Lucky did his best to lighten the tone of the gossip column in the Carlisle Tribune as he read it aloud in a sunny, feminine Irish brogue over breakfast. He was in decent spirits despite his injury, but the attempt fell flat as the four of us lapsed into complete silence over toast and coffee.
The shared sex last night had been incredible—unexpected and uninhibited. Had we all come together under different circumstances, it would have been a beautiful reckoning, an awakening. I’d been blissfully satisfied by the time I’d fallen asleep between Aaron and Lucky, but my heart was poisoned with a deep-seated melancholy this morning. Our private love nest was just a distraction. It didn’t matter if the chemistry and the feelings behind it were real and raw, we had no time to explore what we could be.
Aaron and I had helped Lauchlan strip bare so Kellan could clean out his wound and replace his bandages. After an exhausted shower, we’d all collapsed into bed.
It was now late morning, and my phone had been pinging with texts since dawn. From Gabby at Aaron’s—well, mine now—company, and from Marty at my own. Apparently, reporters had camped out in front of both offices overnight, hoping they’d catch me for a comment in the morning. When news broke of the fire, another set of reporters arrived in the parking lot, shoving cameras into the fire crews' faces while they were still putting out the pockets Lucky had created.
As far as I knew, the arson had been effective. My penthouse condo was burnt to a crisp, even the glass windows were scorched on the top floor. To my relief, there’d been no reported casualties, which was the only positive outcome of the evening.
When the men had arrived back here, smelling of gunpowder and Lucky dripping with blood, I’d immediately called Sammy to arrange for a security detail for our groupwhenever we traveled, and for both office locations, knowing this was just the beginning of the media fallout.
Reporters—most of them—were carnivorous vultures, circling above and snacking on the fear and hesitation of anyone they could catch in their claws. I was a target on a good day, let alone when I’d been painted as an alleged villain.
Now, I was officially a mark of Antonio and the demon twins, in an effort to get to Kellan. An unexpected development, yet completely predictable. Kellan’s punishment would maximize pain before Antonio killed him. And, to Antonio’s knowledge, I was the only other person he cared about. Our Viking had done everything within his power to keep Cam and Travis a secret from his father, but if they were discovered, he’d kill them all without a second thought just to torture Kellan.
