Page 116 of The Never List
“Fuck,”I groan as the scene plays out in my mind. Axl and Kal have shared her so many times, so many different ways. And each one looks better than the next. “You appear to enjoy being taken by multiple men, darling,” I say. “Wait until I take you.”
Her eyes flicker down between us to where I’m already growing hard for her again. She knows what she’s doing by drawing up those specific memories, taunting me, teasing me, challenging me to do better. Well, two can play that game.
“Then that’s what I want,” she answers, splaying her palms over my chest and rising on her tiptoes to bring her lips to mine. “You don’t have to take me anywhere. I just want you.”
I swallow around the emotion clogging my throat and crush my lips against hers. “You want me?”
“Yes,” she breathes against my mouth.
“All of me?” I ask, needing her to be absolutely clear.
She draws back just enough to meet my eyes, every ounce of her being radiating the wordyes.
I smile down at her. “Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.”
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Rylee
Pierce strokes my tongue with his, stealing my breath again and again. He draws me flush against him, the contact a release in itself. I can feel him everywhere, against my body and in my mind.
Lips press against my back, startling me out of the kiss. I whirl around to find Pierce standing there, even though my back is also pressed against his chest.
“Two of you,” I say, amazed.
“I can create more if you’d like,” he says, every inch of his voice unflinching confidence.
I blink, and more Pierces fill the room, his power growing and expanding, the pressure of it tightly hugging my bones. I know that there aren’t a dozen Pierces standing in this room. I know it’s just a new reality he’s spinning in my mind, but itfeelsreal. The power he wields is intense and infinite—because if the mind believes, so does the body—and right now, I have two carbon copies of Piercetouchingme while others are watching.
“I don’t know if I can handle more than two of you,” I admit, laughing as my head spins with the possibilities.
Emerald ribbons of light shimmer around the other copies before they disappear, leaving just the two touchingand teasing me.
“Do you trust me, darling?” he asks, his lips at the shell of my ear while the copy runs his fingers down my sides, gripping my hips and kissing my breasts.
“Yes,” I say, though there is a small piece of me that is trembling with the game we’re playing. He’s in my mind, controlling it, deciding what I see and feel and experience. I’ve never given that kind of control to anyone before. And there are still parts of me that are guarded, buried, things I can feel acting like little roadblocks to the waves of his energy as they skirt around inside me.
“Then close your eyes,” he says.
My eyes flutter shut and my breathing hitches as he gently clutches my shoulders and slowly spins me around a few times. I’m half wondering how ridiculous I look, standing there naked save for my heels and twirling in circles, but he stops me after a few moments.
I open my eyes again, but a flash of green light covers them, the sensation like velvet. A magical blindfold, the trickster.
“We’re going to keep them closed,” he says, and my entire body tingles with anticipation.
One set of hands touches me this time, and I can hear one of the Pierces circling to stand behind me. He brushes my loose hair to the side, gliding his fingers over my skin. I tremble beneath his touch.
Another set of hands teases my breasts, palming them before rolling my nipples, making them taut. It’s overwhelming, feeling him everywhere. It’s different than when Axl and Kal are with me at the same time. They have different signatures, a touch unique to them that allows meto tell who is who. This is one hundred percent Pierce—his energy, his power, his essence.
I gasp as he slides a hand around my hip and dips his fingers between my thighs. A spark zaps down my center as he slides through my heat, slick from everything he did to me without even touching me.
But now that he is?
It’s like an unbreakable connection has sparked to life inside me, and with every surge of need comes an internal stroke of his power, playing with all the senses I possess like a cat toying with its prey.
His muscled chest presses against my back as his fingers stroke my aching core. Then I feel a hot breath over one of my nipples before his lips close around it. He’s kissing my neck, too, playing with that spot just beneath my ear that causes me to arch against him. I moan, my muscles clenching at all the sensations.
“I can feel how much you’re burning for me,” he says, lips at my ear. His hand increases its pace between my thighs while his other self worships my breasts, sucking and flicking until they’re heavy and aching.
