Page 66 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
"Hold up, princess, I'm coming," he whispers, chuckling against my ear as he leans forward and snags some lube from the nightstand. Mace reaches up and curls his fingers through my chocolate hair, pulling me forward so that our lips meet in a crushing burst of heat. This is going to be quick, and messy, and dirty, and I love it. I love sex, always have, but there's something different about it with these guys. All five of them.
"Am I interrupting something?" Arsen asks, and West curses, dropping the lube on my leg as he whips his head in the direction of the window where the crazy fuck is currently sitting. He must've climbed across the roof or something. Arsen is practically lounging, his chin parked in his hand as he smirks at us. "And in Hawke's bed, too? How naughty."
There's a long moment of silence before Arsen finally stands up and moves over to the bed, flicking his pale blue eyes in West's direction.
"Well, don't stop on my account," he says, as Weston grumbles something low under his breath and Mace lifts up the edge of his mouth in a snarl. "I'll join when I’m damn well ready. For now, I'd rather watch." Arsen puts one knee on the bed and snatches up the lube, leaning back into the pillows in just such a way that I know Hawke would freak if he were to see. The thing is, Arsen belongs to Hawke in a way. There's nobody else in the world that could or would want to control him. It's this or be locked up; he's too dangerous to be set free. And so with Hawke comes Arsen, and vice versa. And fortunately for me, that's exactly how I want it.
"Fucking psycho," West murmurs, but then he's leaning forward and putting his lips on my neck, kissing away the interruption as he slides one, smooth finger into my ass. With Mace already inside of me, it's a tight fit, and I feel my face flushing with the delicious feeling of fullness.
Arsen chucks the lube at West, probably intending to hit him in the head. Doesn’t work because West catches it midair, but the tension in the room amps up a bit.
“Asshole,” West says, shaking his head and then leaning in to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. Arsen’s eyes watch us hungrily, and I know he won’t be able to resist for long before he’s crawling over here and inserting himself into the fray—invited or not. Pretty sure Arsen doesn’t give a shit if the other guys want him here; he’s staying.
West’s hands are warm, comforting, and between him and Mace, I feel wanted, protected, even … loved? I don’t know about that last part, not yet, but something close to it at the very least.
“More,” I whisper, because while I love being teased, I love being pounded more. Weston chuckles, inserting a second finger and then a third, stretching me and playing with that fine bit of skin between my cunt and my ass. He can probably feel Mace’s cock on the other side. Just the idea of it makes my body ache with desire. One of these days, I’m going to convince the boys to play with each other, if only for my benefit.
“You really love all of this, don’t you?” West asks, his voice caught somewhere between excitement and resignation. “I kind of thought we might settle down and have babies together, but … I could get used to this. You, me, the team. Bloodshed. Money.”
I chuckle, working my hips against Mace’s cock as he gazes up at me, dark blue eyes blazing with need. That date we went on, it was literal perfection, even if I was wondering about the bet the whole time. Next time, we won’t take any baggage with us, and it’ll be even better.
“Aw, how sweet,” Arsen purrs, sneering at West as he works his shaft with a tight fist. “You wanted to play Suzy Homemaker with Natalia? A girl like her needs a man like me.”
“Like me,” Mace snaps back with a snarl.
But they’re both wrong.
They’re all wrong.
“A girl like me needs all of it, everything. I spent my whole life trapped, caged. I want to experience every side of myself, every facet. I want to make babies, sure, just not yet. I want to live on the edge of adrenaline. I want to be dominated and loved and worshipped and topped.”
I reach a hand back as Weston presses in close to me, sucking on my earlobe and then withdrawing his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He eases into me, bringing me that much closer to contentment, completion.
“Son of a bitch,” Arsen snarls, crawling over to us. He looks supremely pissed off as he grabs my hand and forces my fingers to clench his shaft. “Just get me off, so I can get the hell out of here.”
