Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(41)

She sets one hand on the top of my head, but doesn’t try to push me for more, mostly just tries to steady herself.

All four of us are working hard, wanting to drive her to her climax, but by some unspoken agreement, we don’t give her what she wants.

It would be so easy to push her over the edge and make her come undone for us, but we hold back, edging her, backing off right before she comes. It’s a slow, sweet kind of torture, and River’s moans get more and more desperate, sounding like music to my ears.

I lap at her pussy and she bursts into another growing crescendo of moans, letting us know how close she is to coming. And then we all back off again. I pull back, licking my lips, watching the others take their turns in torturing her as they pull away too, leaving her frustrated and needy.

“Fuck you, you assholes,” she rasps out, and it’s clear she’s not angry, just turned on at her limit.

Knox laughs because of course he does. He nuzzles against her neck and circles his pointer finger around the entrance of her pussy, not dipping in, just leaving it there to tease her with. When she groans a little plea for more, he laughs again.

“Fuck you?” he teases. “I thought you said ‘fuck me.’”

“I did!” River whines. “But you’re all being such goddamn teases.”

Priest smirks at that and tempts her back into another kiss, one hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Do you want to come?” he asks against her mouth.

River nods, too turned on and pushed past the brink to argue that she’s already made that clear.

“Beg for it,” Priest says. “Maybe we’ll be nice.”

“Please,” she gasps out. “Please, please, please. I need you. I want to come for you, please.”

It’s fucking amazing how good she makes that sound, and I growl under my breath, heart pounding and cock throbbing just from the begging.

She’s always so prideful, always so headstrong and resilient, even when things are going to shit around her. There was a time when she’d rather have cut her own hand off than beg any of us for anything, but this is a sign of how much things have changed between us.

Now she’s here, caught in the middle, begging to come for us. Because we pushed her to that brink and she begged us to do it.

There’s another unspoken agreement that none of us can deny her when she makes it sound so good.

We give her what she wants, what she needs so badly. I dive back down to keep eating her out, swirling my tongue, dipping in and out of her folds and running up to her clit. Knox plunges his fingers back into her, adding a third now that she’s wet and needy, the sound of it echoing in the room with her moans of pleasure.

I can’t see Ash or Priest, but judging from the way River sounds, they’re both adding to it in their own ways, giving River all she can handle, pushing her toward her orgasm.

When I can tell she’s wound as tightly as she can go, I graze my teeth over her clit, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves with just an edge of pain to go with everything else, and that’s enough.

She goes stiff between us, body pulled tight. And then she practically screams, letting it all go as the pleasure erupts through her.

I can feel every shudder of it, every tremor that wracks her body, and I eagerly lap up every drop that she gushes on my tongue.

It seems to go on forever, the aftershocks hitting her in waves, and I know I’ll never get enough of this woman.

But I’d be happy to die trying.





15





River





My knees buckle, and it’s a good thing all the guys are already right there to steady me. I feel lightheaded and floaty, but in the best way, and it takes me a second to get my balance, even with Knox, Ash, and Priest holding on to me.

“I guess we’re just really fucking good at making you weak in the knees,” Knox jokes, waggling his eyebrows. I can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice, and I roll my eyes at the comment.

Even so, another aftershock of my orgasm goes through me, and it makes me shiver.

Gage stands up, catching my attention then.

His eyes are dark with arousal, and his chin is wet with my release. He licks his lips slowly and then steps back, looking me up and down.

A slow smirk spreads across his face, making him look even more handsome and sexy than he usually does. There’s something sly in that look, almost like he’s plotting something, and it sends a thrill through me.

“You’re so fucking wet for us,” he says, his voice strained with desire. “And you’re gorgeous like this. Wet and shaking, barely finished coming once and already wanting to go again. Don’t you?”

I nod because my mouth is suddenly too dry to make words come out. I can still feel the lingering sensations of my first orgasm, but Gage is right.

I do want to come again for them.

Gage is hard in his pants. I can see the tent there where the bulge of his cock presses against the front of his jeans. It occurs to me to reach for him, to try to tempt him to fuck me, but the look on his face says he has other plans.

“Get on the couch,” he says, and it comes out like a command, sharp and impossible to ignore. “On your hands and knees.”

I lick my lips, my heart rate kicking up a notch. That tone is so fucking sexy, like he knows I’m going to obey him before I’ve even done anything yet, or he’ll know the reason why. There might have been a time when that would make me want to rage against him even more, but right now it just makes me want to do what he says.