Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(15)

Knox grunts behind me, and I press back against him too, grinding my ass back so I can feel how hard he is in turn. Raw need rises in all three of us, and I can feel it pounding through me, making my heart slam against my ribs.

I’m still teetering on the edge of the darkness, and it’s like I can see the abyss there, deep and unending, waiting to suck me down. But I want to claw my way back. Back to the heat and the light and the men who have me in their hold.

I need this.

I need more than this.

A noise of frustration gets caught in my throat, and then I’m practically climbing Gage’s body. I get my legs around his waist and roll my hips forward, seeking more of that amazing friction. Practically dry humping him as I try to get the bulge of his growing erection to rub where I want it to.

My pussy throbs, needy and empty, and it’s clear it wants to be filled.

“Fuck.” Gage curses into the kiss as he licks his tongue over my lips. “Stay with me,” he murmurs. “Don’t let go, baby girl.”

I whimper softly and chase his tongue back into his mouth.

He tastes so familiar, and he’s so steady that it’s easy to focus on him in this moment, and on Knox’s hands as they travel over my back and down to my ass.

It’s like a flame, burning bright enough to cut through the dark and lead me back to where I’m supposed to be.

With them.

Between them.

Between all of them, but the other two aren’t here right now, so this will have to do.

Knox’s hands go under my shirt, and he teases at my pierced nipples. The newer one still throbs with a bit of pain when he pinches it, but I roll into it, arching my chest against his big, calloused hands, so he can take more if he wants it.

His breath huffs over my ear, and he grinds himself against my ass while he plays with my tits, letting me feel the effect this is all having on him.

“Knox,” I whimper, exhaling the sound into Gage’s mouth. If he has an issue with me saying his friend’s name while he kisses me, then he doesn’t show it. Instead, he just rocks against me, grinding his clothed cock against the heated core of my pussy.

“Please,” I gasp out, not even sure what I’m begging for at this point. For more, for them to keep going. Something like that.

I don’t want them to stop. The fog I was under is still there, threatening to suck me back in, and I want to keep ahead of it. I want to lose myself to this pleasure instead.

It just keeps growing between us, all three of us guided by pure instinct.

Knox paws at my tits, groping and cupping them, making my pussy drip from the rough and possessive way he manhandles me. Gage’s breath comes in harsh pants, and he trails his mouth down from mine to my neck, leaving harsh bites along my skin.

I don’t try to hold back the noises that spill out of me, and every other breath is basically a plea for more.

“You’re right here with us,” Knox growls in my ear and then drags his tongue along the shell of it. “We’re gonna remind you of that.”

“Please,” I choke out. “Touch me. Something. Please.”

I feel like I’m being burnt up, and it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain that sucks me in and makes me crave more.

“Knox,” Gage grunts out. “Get rid of her panties.”

Knox growls like a damn animal, and the sound travels up my spine and makes me shiver. Even though I can’t see him, I hear the snick of the switchblade being opened, and I decide it’s probably a good time to hold very still.

The cold metal of the knife grazes over my skin, and Knox cuts my panties at the waist, slicing them away so I’m bare for them both, my pussy soaking wet and on display.

My inner walls clench hard, hungry to be touched or filled or something, and Gage doesn’t make me wait. He reaches down between our bodies and shoves down his pants. His shaft is hard and hot, and he wastes no time in shoving it into me.

It’s clumsy and almost frantic, and there’s a bite of pain at the sudden stretch of having his thick cock inside me, forcing its way into my body. But I don’t shy away from the sensation. The pain is just more proof that I’m alive, that I can feel, and I cry out when he’s balls deep inside me. My pussy spasms around his cock, like it’s trying to suck him in even deeper, and I let the waves of sensation carry me, clinging to them like a lifeline.

“Gage,” I moan, his name falling from my tongue like a plea.

“I’ve got you,” he promises. “I’ve fucking got you.”

And I know he does. I know he’s not going to let me go, and he’ll give me what I need.

He draws his cock back and then slams in hard, rocking my body. If it weren’t for Knox at my back and my legs around Gage’s waist, my knees would have already been buckling from the intense surge of pleasure when he buries himself inside me.

His pace is fast and rough, making sure I feel every single stroke of his thick length as he drives into me.

“Fuck,” I choke out. My hands clench at Gage’s shirt, and I rock my hips forward harder and faster. I’m so full of his cock, and the friction is amazing, but somehow, it’s not enough.

It’s good, so good that my mouth is open and I’m struggling to remember how to breathe as pleasure and heat swirl through my body, but I need more.

“Please… Oh, shit. Fuck, I need…”