Page 140 of The Never List
I shiver at the promise, unable to keep the smile from my face as I surrender to their torturous demands of my body. They want me panting, gasping, begging for release, and goddess damn them, they have it.
“Please,” I beg after Pierce reaches around my hips and teases me with his fingers at the same time Jax thrusts up from underneath me. “I can’t take anymore.” I breathe the words, my body coiled tight with need.
“Fuck, you look so good taking them,” Kal groans from the couch. I whimper, almost daring to reach back in a plea for release. Kal wouldneverleave me hanging this long; neither would Axl.
But these two? The Mind and the Nightmare? They hold me in the palms of their hands and keep me dancing on that knife’s edge of pleasure until I’m not even sure of myown name anymore.
“You can take more,” Pierce says, pumping into me harder, keeping the pressure against my sensitive flesh way too light.
“And you will,” Jax says, pinching my nipples. “Do you think once we’re done with you,theywill be?” He jerks his head toward Kal and Axl, and I moan, rocking harder against him and pushing back against Pierce until he groans.
I can feel the rising need in both of them. They’re as close as I am—they’re just way better at hiding it. I push back harder, taking the reins as I move with Jax inside me, Pierce sinking in over and over again. They both groan, their grips on me tightening as I up our pace, chasing my pleasure right up to the cusp.
They harden another degree inside me, tearing a moan from my lips as Pierce presses down on that bundle of nerves, giving me the pressure I need as I take them both in hard, intense strokes—
I sigh as my orgasm crashes over me in a wave, the building pressure a burst of relief as my entire body trembles, my muscles convulsing as they empty themselves inside me. My breath is hard to catch, my nails digging into Jax’s inked chest as I come down—
I’m barely through the throes of it when Pierce gently slides out of me and I’m lifted off of Jax in one fluid motion. Axl has me in his arms and hauls me back to the chair, my spine against his chest as his hard length slides right into my oversensitive heat, the sensation like a crack of lightning down my center.
Goddess, I’m slick with Jax’s come, and Axl doesn’t bat an eye while he lifts me until I’m bobbing up and down onhis cock, his powerful arms encasing me so thoroughly, I don’t even have to move. I just have to let go. His lips are at the shell of my ear, teasing as he whispers, “Too much?”
He’s genuinely asking, and he slows his pace, even as he throbs inside me. If I want, I can end this now. Take the proper time to rest and try again another day.
But my body is tingling with need, with the power flying around the room, with the way Pierce and Jax are breathless and spent on the opposite couch, peaceful, hungry smiles on their faces as they watch me.
I feel like aqueen.
They make me believe I’m something worthy of worship, of love, of respect, of passion intense enough to overtake everything else.
I grip Axl’s muscled forearm with one hand, urging him to continue as I curl my other fingers toward Kal in a come-hither motion. And the powerful, nearly indestructible god of a man stalks over to me at my beckoning, his shaft hard and glistening with a bit of precome as he stands before me.
He cups my cheek as I grin up at him, and then I flick my eyes at his length and pop open my lips. Kal shudders at the move but doesn’t hesitate at the invitation, and I moan around him as he fills my mouth.
Axl groans at the sight, moving me harder against him as I dip forward enough to take control of Kal in my mouth. I slick his thick length with my tongue, relishing the hot, salty taste of him before taking him deeper. My eyes water from the sheer size of him, but I relax, breathing through my nose as best I can as I reach for his hip, urging him forward.
“Fuck,” Kal hisses as I force him to thrust into my mouth. His hand flexes around my face, sliding to tangle inmy hair. “You want me to fuck your mouth, my little demi?”
I moan my consent, my request, the tremors of my voice vibrating against his dick. He groans, then pumps into my mouth, falling into pace with the same intensity that Axl is fucking me. The sensation is unlike the one before but just as powerful, the pleasure building and ramping up in waves. Axl kisses my neck as he pumps into me, and Kal may be fucking my mouth, but his hand is tender in my hair.
“I love you,” Axl whispers into my ear. “Fucking love the way you can take us. All of us.”
“You were made for us.” Kal voices his agreement, and I suck a little harder, showing them both exactly how much I agree. No one else could be here and survive; no one else could look each of them in the eye and demand they give all they possess and live to tell the tale. Their power is endless, and they’re downright terrifying with how consuming they can be, but I eat it up like a starved woman.
“You’re mine,” I say, pulling away enough to speak. “You’re all mine.” I suck Kal back into my mouth before he can respond, the others silent in either awe or shock or pleasure-induced exhaustion. Axl ups his pace, as does Kal, both of them working me right up to the edge and then immediately shoving me over it.
I moan around Kal, my orgasm exploding as Axl rubs his hand against my heat, sending sparks of pleasure to each of my nerve endings as I clench tight around him.
Goddess, I’m lightheaded with the intensity of it, and I can feel the warm slickness gliding over my thighs as Axl takes his pleasure, coming inside me with hot throbs. Kal quickly follows, a groan tearing through him as he spills into my mouth. I swallow him down, and he gently pulls outof me, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks to swipe away the tears.
Catching my breath seems an impossible task, as does moving in any sort of way, but I don’t have to do either, because Axl is moving me with an ease and gentleness that makes my heart swell, and before I know it, I’m in Jax’s massive tub, which is big enough for all five of us.
They take turns cleaning me up, massaging my tired, overworked muscles, and showering me with kisses. By the time I’m dried off and wrapped in a black silk robe that feels like heaven against my skin, I can barely hold my eyes open.
It’s Jax who scoops me into his arms, cradling me against his chest while he navigates down the hallway to his bedroom. There are a few mumbles I can barely make out because sleep is calling me down its endless tunnel, but I’m pretty sure he’s telling the others where they can sleep. No one argues, and I swear I fall in love with each of them a little more at the confirmation that there’s no jealousy among the four of them.
I’m theirs, and they know it.
Each owns my soul in his own unique way, and as Jax tucks me into his bed, sliding in behind me with a protectiveness that makes me want to cry, I can’t help but wonder how everything can be so right in a world that I’ve never, notonce, fit into.
