Page 36 of Sweet Violence
Holyshit. Was soft and gentle supposed to feel this good? Someone needed to tell the rest of the rough and dirty gang; they were missing out.I'dbeen missing out my whole damn life.
"That's it, princess," Arkan murmured against my neck, and I trembled, trying to writhe up into his touch. "Just breathe, let me make you feel good."
Good? He passed good a few minutes back. Fucking hell, this was crazy. I threw my head back on a groan as his thumb began slow, mind-melting circles on my clit, matching the pace of his fingers inside me.
I grabbed his thigh to ground myself, leaving crescent marks on his arm with my other hand. A whimper strangled in my throat. My whole body tensed, my pussy and ass clenching tight as pleasure threatened to destroy me.
"Oh god," I gasped, panting, shaking. "Arkan—"
"So perfect," he praised, whispering over my neck. "You're so unbearably beautiful, my Aveline."
My spine bowed in a sudden arch and there was no containing my scream as release blasted me into pieces.
I slammed my eyes shut, waves of pleasure tearing me apart until my scream broke into whimpering gasps, my pussy clamping around Arkan's wicked fingers in spasms that went so deep. He stroked my clit with gentle circles, ensuring I was thoroughly wrecked by the orgasm, and it felt fuckingendless.
Arkan was … he was … yeah.
Fuck.
When I regained full control of my senses, I realised Arkan's lips trailed gentle kisses up my neck to my cheek, and the kitchen was full of panting and low growls.
"My glorious mate," Arkan murmured against my skin, his tone telling me he'd been whispering praises the whole time I'd been floating in the clouds.
I kinda liked being called glorious. Hell, who was I kidding? I loved every single thing he called me. I was greedy for each word.
"Alright," I breathed, letting my guard down for a minute and sighing out all my tension, resting fully against him. "You win the orgasm contest."
"Hey!" X complained.
Joseph laughed, a low, honey-smooth sound.
I wasn't surprised to drag my eyes open and find Taj sulking, his arms crossed over his bare chest and his chin jutted out.
"Think of it as motivation," I teased them, feeling pretty pleased with myself.
X laughed—nothing like Joseph's chuckle. This was dangerous. "Oh, little morsel, you have no idea what you've just done. You've thrown down the gauntlet."
"Oh no,more orgasms," I drawled, snuggling into Arkan. "HowwillI cope?"
Arkan's arm flexed around my middle while his fingers withdrew from my tender pussy. He pressed a kiss to my neck and, as casually as anything, asked, "Who wants to taste our mate's cum?"
Joseph vaulted over the marble island and landed beside us, making a laugh bubble up my throat. The sound died at the sight of Joseph obsessively lapping my wetness from Arkan's long, pale fingers.
X made a whining sound in his throat, pouting. "I'm the one who nearly starved to death.Ishould get to taste her."
"You did that to yourself," Taj muttered derisively, sitting back in his seat as if he hadn't been fixated on me.
"Because I'm faithful!" X exploded, throwing up his tattooed hands. "I'mloyal!I love my mate! Why don'tyoutry those things some time?"
Blood rushed in my ears. I froze.
Joseph stood back, licking his lips, and I was so wound up that I jumped when Arkan ran his fingers through my pussy again and said, "Here, X. There's plenty for all of us."
I blinked, momentarily distracted by my incubus sucking Arkan's fingers2but X's words echoed through my head, deafening me to anything else.
I slid off Arkan's lap. He didn’t fight to keep me close like the others would have, which I appreciated with the haze of crimson falling upon me.
I pulled my leggings back into place, tugged down my shirt where it had ridden up, and casually crossed the kitchen to where Taj sat. He didn't glance up until I grabbed his throat and squeezed with all my might.
