Page 69 of Left Hand of the Divine
She was beautiful. All that creamy skin and delicious curves laid bare before my eyes. How had I been so blind? Had I been that oblivious? Maybe I had. Maybe subconsciously I’d been keeping her close because somehow my mind knew this was going to happen. Or maybe it was fate. Maybe it was the triplets pulling the strings, making us dance to their tune until we achieved what they wanted.
Whatever led to this moment, I’m glad I was here to witness it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Roux
Thane’s eyes burnt into my back as I strode back towards Atticus. My nightmare demon was sprawled across the bed, his pants having disappeared whilst I was playing with Thane, and he was leaning against the headboard, leisurely stroking his cock. His body was a work of art, all those hard planes and dips waiting to be caressed and explored.
I cast a glance over my shoulder at Thane, and he was watching us like a hawk. His large erect cock resting on his abs, the band of his trousers pooled round his waist. His skin was flushed, his shoulders taut, and a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. Was he enjoying this? Was I doing it right? I’d never taken charge like this before, and I didn’t want to spoil this for him. He’d always been with people who knew what they were doing, and I felt like I was making this up as I was going along.
Atticus sat up and twisted his hand in my hair, tugging my head backwards and exposing my throat.
“He’s enjoying this,” he whispered in my ear, loud enough for only me to hear. “He’sdesperate, and he loves it. He likes being helpless.”
“Okay,” I replied breathlessly. “Let’s put on a show.”
I’d never been one for exhibitionism, but I couldn’t deny how thrilling it was knowing that Thane was watching my every move.
I dragged my hands down Atticus’ chest, tracing all the lines in his velvety soft skin until I reached his cock. Gods, it was beautiful, perfectly formed, pierced, and it made my mouth water.
“Roux…” Atticus’ hands tightened in my hair, causing pain to slice across my scalp.
I pumped his cock, twisting and dragging my hands over his piercings until he was thrusting his hips, fucking my hand, pre-cum leaking from his tip.
Thane whimpered behind us, and I caught a glimpse of his weeping cock leaving a sticky trail over his abs. He really was enjoying this, and I wondered how much I could make him squirm.
“Fuck,” Atticus growled, and he pulled me off him.
He pushed me backwards onto the bed, his hands tearing at my underwear and ripping it to shreds. At the rate the guys were getting through my clothes, I was going to end up walking around here naked.
He forced my legs wide, spreading me open before planting his mouth on me. His tongue lashed at my clit, ferociously licking the length of me. I arched against him and thrust my hands into his hair, pulling him closerto me.
Thane groaned to the left of me. He leant forwards in his chair, his arms straining behind him just so he could get closer.
“Do you like what you see?” I groaned as Atticus thrust a finger deep inside me.
“Yes,” Thane hissed.
“Do you want him to fuck me slow and deep or rough and fast?”
Thane’s breath hitched, his nostrils flared as he flicked his heated gaze between Atticus and me. “Rough. I want to see it rough.”
Atticus pulled his mouth from me and threw Thane a feral grin. “As you wish.”
He hooked my leg over his shoulder, lined up his cock with my pussy and sank into me with one quick, brutal thrust.
“Fuck,” I cried out, my hands scrambling for purchase.
Atticus dug his fingers into my thigh, making sure I was spread wide so Thane could see his cock slamming in and out of my pussy. It was a brutal pace. Sharp and deep, his piercings dragged against my insides with every thrust until I was a gibbering mess.
Heat spiralled up from my toes, blazing through my body as I locked eyes with Thane. He hung on to every breath, every moan and whimper that left my mouth, like it was his saving grace.
I reached my hand out, beckoning him closer. The chair scraped across the wooden floor as Thane scooted close enough that I could grip his knee. Relief flooded his features as my hand connected with him.
I bucked beneath Atticus, meeting him thrust for thrust, all the while keeping my eyes on Thane.
“Yes, there,” I groaned. “Atticus, yes… right fucking… there.”
