Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(75)

You’d think it would make me jealous to know how much she loved Drake and the others, but it didn’t. We were meant for each other. All four of us were hers, completely and irrevocably. We were each other’s too, forged in friendship and blood. Bound for life in a way few would understand.

When she’d cleaned up every part of him, he let her go to kneel in front of her. He cupped her face above my hand around her throat and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip.

“My good girl deserves her reward.”

She watched him lower himself further, his fingers sliding down her body until he circled her hips with his large hands. She shivered as he bent his head. There was no hesitation as his tongue sought out her clit. I continued to fuck her, groaning in her ear with each stroke.

“Oh god,” she cried out.

“That’s it, little whore, let him make you come.”

“Please, sir.”

Drake didn’t let up, licking her like a man fucking starving for a taste of his woman. And it pushed Scarlett over the edge. She shook with her climax, clenching down hard on my cock. I tightened my fingers around her throat, holding back from spilling my cum inside her. It was a heady experience having her come apart on me like this. The very best kind of ending.

Her head lolled when she was spent. Drake sat back on his hands, staring at her with a smug smile. I merely hammered into her harder until I was coming apart too, unable to help myself.

“Little whore,” I grunted, pressing my face into her hair.

I pulled away after placing a kiss on her shoulder, dropping down on the bed to catch my breath. She hung there, watching Drake, who was rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip. Reaching over to her ankles, I undid the cuffs and tossed away the bar, letting her close her legs even as my cum leaked from her pussy. I shifted up the bed to sit back against the headboard, leaving her there to wonder why I wasn’t letting her go.

“Frankie?”

The frown on her face made me want to wipe it away.

“Did you think it was just me and Drake?”

“What?”

There was a reason I’d only turned the lights above the bed on. Scarlett had no idea all four of us had been in the room the entire time. West and Prescott emerged from the shadows and knelt on the bed behind her.

“Hello, little lamb… you gave us quite the show.”

She turned her head, spying him coming around to her side and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Prescott wasted no time leaning lower and covering her nipple with his mouth. She let out a moan as West came up behind her and pressed her back against him. I leant over, picked up the lube and chucked it over to him. He caught it before popping the cap open and giving me a wink. Drake shifted up to sit next to me, allowing Prescott to come around to her front and continue playing with her tits.

Prescott left her nipples a moment later to adjust the chains to give her more slack. Then he lowered her into his lap, forcing her to slide down on his cock. She didn’t have time to say anything as he kissed her, cupping the back of her head to angle her face. Scarlett let out a sharp gasp in Prescott’s mouth as West prepared her for what would happen next.

“You’ve been such a good little slut for Drake and Frankie,” West told her. “You’re going to be one for us too.”

Prescott released her mouth, his hands on her hips to move them at the pace he wanted to set.

“Yes, I want to be good for you… be your good little slut too,” she panted.

West wrapped his hand around her neck, turning her face to him with his thumb. Her mouth was claimed a moment later in a bruising kiss that was West all over. He never did anything by halves. It was all or nothing.

When he let go, he grinned at her.

“Are you ready to take my cock too? I can feel how much you want it. My dirty bitch is in heat, isn’t she?”

“Yes, yes, please. Fuck, please, West.”

“Good girl.”

He shifted back to coat his cock, leaving Prescott to kiss her again, his hands running over her body whilst she took over and rode him the best she could with her hands chained above her head. West gripped her hip and pressed inside her. She whined but didn’t tell him to stop as he slowly worked his way up into her tight little hole. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. The raw passion between those three was enough to make my dick twitch. Getting hard again wasn’t the goal here, but fuck, anything to do with Scarlett had me rising to the occasion. Especially hearing the neediness in her voice. The way she moaned as they fucked her. I couldn’t get enough.

“I never thought I would understand Pres’ fascination with watching… until her,” Drake murmured low enough so only I could hear.

“Could it be because you’re in… luurrve?”

Drake gave me a dark look.

“Fuck off.”

I poked his side.

“Go on, you can admit it. I won’t give you a hard time.”

“You literally just did.”

“You do love her though.”

“And?”

I grinned. He was just being stubborn for the sake of it.

“We’re all glad you got with the fucking program.”

He rolled his eyes, but I could see him trying not to smile.

“She’s hard to say no to.”

“Or perhaps you just don’t want to.”