Page 179 of Boy of Ruin
I suddenly hate what I let Jeremiah do, in this moment.
Fuck.
“Yes,” I confirm, giving my husband at least that.
Maverick groans again, and I feel Atlas’s cock swelling beneath my fingers.
Lucifer bites back a smile but that dimple flashes in his pale face and my heart melts. He shifts his hand to around my throat, forcing my head back as he picks up the pace, pulling out, driving back in.
“Let them use you, baby girl,” he says, “open your mouth for your brothers. You’re ours now.”
I do as he asks, closing my eyes, and a second later, I taste them both. Salty and warm along my tongue as they both groan. The tip of someone’s cock is on my tongue, dragging down it as whoever it is releases into me.
I don’t want to look.
I don’t want to know.
Besides, I have both of them in my mouth.
And after a moment, Lucifer jerks my head up, and I close my mouth as I stare into his eyes.
“Swallow them,” he commands me, his eyes narrowed as he fucks me harder, his grip tightening. “My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he bites his lip, moaning my name as he closes his eyes a second. Then they’re back on me. “I don’t want the taste of them in your mouth when I come inside of you, baby girl.”
I swallow, hard, and he must feel it, because his face changes from anger to something like adoration as he moans, “Goddamn, Sid,” then he’s finishing inside of me, swiping his finger through his bleeding wound on his arm again as he does, pushing into my mouth, as if to get the taste of everyone else off of my tongue.
I suck his finger as he comes inside of me, panting as he gags me, my stomach convulsing.
When he’s finished and I clench around him, making him moan all over again, he pulls back, his eyes on mine, hands planted on either side of my head.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, and a whimper escapes my lips. I’m fucking spent.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and I realize I don’t know where anyone else is. Most of the candles have gone out, only one flickering beside my head. “You’re so goddamn beautiful and you’re so fucking mine.”
He trails his hand down my chest, my belly, lower still.
And I know the second he feels it.
The rough skin of my healing wound.
I see his brows knit together, that dimple slowly fading as a frown forms on his perfect lips.
The breath leaves my lungs.
I can do nothing but lie underneath him as he shifts on his heels, dragging his hand over my skin as he does.
I see his jaw clench. See his eyes take in the letter.
Then his thumb.
He traces it, gently. Almost reverently.
Goosebumps form over my flesh as I cover my breasts with my hands, and I don’t even know why. I’ve never been shy in front of him. But suddenly I’m wishing for clothing. Armor, maybe.
I don’t hear Mav, Atlas, Cain, Ezra or Ella. Don’t sense them in this room.
It’s just me and my husband.
And his growing cloud of…confusion. Aside from his clenched jaw, a muscle thrumming along the side of it, he doesn’t look angry.
