Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(42)

So I do.

All eyes are on me, and I’m too turned on, too lost in all of these men to care about anything other than getting more of them. I move to the couch and get on my hands and knees like Gage said, and they all cluster in a bit closer, taking me in.

Their eyes rake over my body, and none of them are touching me yet, but it feels like they are. Like there’s physical weight to their gazes on me.

“Ash,” Gage says, glancing at him. “Do you want her ass?”

Ash groans immediately and nods. “Hell yeah I do. Who wouldn’t?”

“Then take it.”

I shudder with desire at the exchange. It’s not like Gage has more claim to me than the others, and it’s not like he’s offering up what’s ‘his’ to the other men. He’s just doing what he always does. Filling that role he always does. The leader, the one who takes control.

The others are so used to it by this point that they fall into it, letting him direct and taking pleasure in it, if Ash’s reaction is any indication.

The couch dips behind me as Ash gets onto it, and the others get even closer, settling into the chairs in the living room, watching the show.

My heart is pounding now, and I feel like they must be able to hear it. Maybe that’s just adding to the ambiance of the whole thing, turning them on even more to know I’m so fucking affected by all this.

Ash leans over, pressing his body along mine. I can feel the heat of him seeping through my skin, feel how hard he is where his cock rubs against my ass through his jeans.

“They’re all watching you?” he murmurs in my ear, and the feeling of his breath tickling my ear makes me shiver again. “Let’s give them a show, huh?”

I barely have time to nod in agreement before Ash is moving again. He pulls back and runs his hands over my ass, giving it a little pinch that makes me squeak in surprise.

He laughs, and it’s a rich sound, warm and touchable.

His fingers are gentle as he starts working me open slowly. I can hear him spit into his own hand, and then there’s wetness as he uses that to slick the slide of that first finger into my ass.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp out, trying not to shove myself back onto his fingers and take more, even though my body is tingling with need all over again.

“You like that, don’t you?” Gage asks. I glance over at him, and he’s watching intently. His green eyes seem to bore right through me, like he can already see the answer to the question but wants to hear me say it anyway.

“Yeah,” I manage, and it comes out on a moan because Ash twists his finger in such a way that sparks heat inside me. “It feels good.”

Knox snorts, leaning forward in his chair to get a good look. “Yeah, you love taking it in that perfect ass. We know it.”

I whimper a bit, and Ash adds another finger.

My body is pulsing in time with the way he touches me, my clit practically throbbing with the need to be touched.

“You’re still so wet, aren’t you?” Priest wants to know.

His voice is softer, more contemplative, but his eyes burn with the same heat as the others’ when I glance over at him.

“Yes,” I moan, nodding.

“Touch yourself,” Priest says. “Let us see how much you like this.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I shift my weight so I’m held up by one hand and work my other hand between my legs. My pussy is still soaked, and I moan as soon as my fingers touch the sensitive flesh there.

My clit practically hums for attention, and I take it slow, circling it with my finger before I give in and touch it.

A long, whimpering groan spills from my lips, amplified by what Ash is doing behind me. He’s got two fingers knuckle-deep inside me, but it feels like more.

Every nerve ending is alight with pleasure, and every time he moves those fingers in and out, it just sparks more sensation, turning my spine into a sort of live wire of heat and electric pleasure.

“Fuck,” I gasp, grinding back against Ash’s hand and down onto my own.

“How does it feel?” Gage asks. I can hear how compromised he is, and I glance over to see that he has his own cock out now, stroking it slowly.

Priest and Knox aren’t far behind, working their pants open with muted curses.

I get distracted for a second, watching their hard dicks, my mouth watering just from the sight of them.

“River.” Gage says it more sharply this time, catching my attention. I look to him, and he lifts an eyebrow. “I asked you a question. How does it feel?”

“Good,” I tell him. “It feels so fucking good. I need—” I break off when Ash adds a third finger to the mix, dropping my head down and trying to focus on breathing.

“Aw,” Ash teases. “I cut you off. Go on. Tell Gage what you need.”

He twists his fingers inside me, and the groan that comes out of my mouth is loud and long and desperate.

“Please,” I pant. “I need more. Fuck. Please.”

“Shit,” Priest swears under his breath. He grips his cock harder, like he’s trying to keep himself from spilling too soon, even though that hasn’t been an issue for him since I’ve known him. But it speaks to how turned on he is by this sight.

Ash pulls his fingers free, and I whimper with disappointment, fingering my clit harder to make up for the loss.