Page 65 of My Crazy Killers
When her eyes finally slowly blink open, I feel like we’re all waiting on bated breath to hear her voice.
“So?” I prod carefully. “Did you enjoy that?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
WREN
Dios mio!Did I enjoy that?Was he kidding me right now? Did he not witness what that had done to me?
How was it possible that choking someone during sex could heighten an orgasm to that extreme? Licking my lips, I turn my head to him, realizing he’s holding me sideways in his lap. He’s still dressed, but his shirt is open a bit more than usual, so I reach out and run my fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest, which I can’t get enough of.
“Wren?”
Glancing up at him, I see a hint of worry on his face and realize I never answered his question. Unable to remember exactly what he asked me, I decide to tell him how I feel. “That was unexpected. I definitely enjoyed it.”
His face relaxes, and he kisses the side of my temple as I continue to play with his hair. After a minute, Pete clears his throat. “Not to break up this cuddle or anything, but we have about thirty minutes left, and I was hoping to spread Wrenout on this table and fuck her through another orgasm before we dock.”
“Jesus Pete,” Elias says in exasperation.
“What?” Pete asks innocently, making me grin at him. “Wren is a rare commodity, so if I need to be a little blunt to get what I want, I’m willing to do that.”
“Well, you had sex with her this morning. I think Dex or Jagger should get a turn,” Elias says, surprising me.
“What?!” Pete says in outrage. “But it was my idea!”
“I’m pretty sure Sly is the one who first mentioned laying me out on the table,” I correct him with a smirk.
“Alright, I’m game!” Dex says, rubbing his hands together excitedly as he jumps up and steps around Pete’s chair toward me.
He doesn’t hesitate to lift me right up out of Sly’s lap and sit me back on the table. Before I can say anything, he grabs my face and kisses me. It’s abrupt, but it only takes a few seconds before his large tongue is gently nudging its way into my mouth and making me melt against him. He has this sort of languid way of kissing that turns me all gooey in his arms.
He pulls back, and whatever he sees in my face has him grinning, big and wide and a little crazy, just the way I like it.
“Okay, boys! You heard Sly,” he says as he gently pushes me to my back. “Pick a limb and hold her down.” My eyes widen as I realize what he has planned. He starts to pull off his cargo pants and boxers, before his shirt joins them on the floor.
I take a moment to enjoy the sight of him, his large chest covered in tattoos, his broad shoulders, and that perfect V that points to the main attraction. I reach for him, butsomeone grabs my arm and presses it to the table. I glance up and find Jagger’s smoldering eyes boring into me. He lifts my arm to kiss my fingers before pressing it back to the table and holding it there.
Someone grabs my other arm, and I find Pete there, wagging his eyebrows up and down at me as he holds my arm down. Elias and Sly do the same with my legs, although they are draped over the edge of the table. They spread them apart further, giving Dex more room, before holding them tightly with both their hands.
Dex steps up, holding his hard cock, and leans over me, letting it rub through my wet folds. I always find it such a turn on when they lube themselves up with my own arousal. I moan when he nudges my clit, which makes him grin like a madman.
He continues a few torturously slow thrusts, which helps to not only get my body heated again, but makes me wetter as my body gets ready for his massive cock. He was definitely the biggest of all of them in girth, and I knew it’d be a tight stretch, but I could take it. I was made for him.
Literally.
I no longer believe that I met them all by coincidence. We fit together too perfectly. The only way that’s possible is if it’s fate. I know fated mates or soul mates are just a fairy tale concept used in fictional books and movies, but the idea had to come from somewhere, didn’t it? I’m sure of it. Maybe they are extremely rare, and maybe some people don’t even know what they have.
But I do.
I know I’m lucky enough to find my five soulmates in this life, and I plan to never take that for granted.
“I love you,” I whisper, my emotions feeling heightened from my train of thoughts and my current level of arousal. “All of you,” I add, making sure they know I’m talking to all of them.
They return the words, and my body feels as if it’s humming in approval as Dex pulls back and, without any warning, slowly pushes into me. I cry out as my hands try to reach for him, but they’re held firmly by Jagger and Pete, and that knowledge just makes me even hotter.
I open my eyes, wanting to take in the sight of being surrounded and touched by all five of my men at once. Their eyes roam my body. Elias’s eyes are glued to my chest, watching it bounce with each thrust from Dex.
Jagger watches my face, his eyes lighting up each time a moan or whimper escapes. Pete grins, his eyes dancing everywhere, as if he doesn’t know where to look. Sly’s gaze is fixated on where Dex and I are joined, his fingers tightening each time Dex thrusts into me.
