Page 155 of Merciless

Elijah leans in until his lips are beside my ear. “How does it feel to take back the power?”

I moan, and my eyes roll back in my head as his hand slips beneath my skirt and past my panties. His fingers swipe up my folds and spread my wetness onto my clit before he rubs. Tingles rush through my limbs, and unbearable heat floods my system.

Asher’s thrusts lose their rhythm, and he pants, his fingers digging into my hair.

“Uh oh, birdie,” Elijah coos. “It looks like you’re running out of time. You better come with him.”

I tighten my hold on Asher’s hips and rock my hips against Elijah’s hand. I moan around Asher’s throbbing cock. Cum fills my mouth, and I swallow each time it spurts into the back of my throat.

My back arches, and I claw Asher as my orgasm slams into me. Elijah’s fingers rub my clit faster, and he dips his middle finger into me.

“So tight,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “So needy.”

Asher bends, and his fingers circle my throat. “Keep swallowing me down, little ghost.”

I struggle to follow his orders. He hums, pleased, and strokes his thumb on my skin.

Elijah pulls his hand out of my panties and leans back on his haunches. His moan sends another wave of heat through me.

“You taste so good.”

My face flushes.

Asher steps back until his cock slips out of my mouth. He tucks himself away and helps me stand.

I smile at him, thankful that he did that for me.

Asher’s gaze darkens, and his lips part. His hand snatches me by the throat, and he drags me in. I gasp as his lips crash against mine. I love how he doesn’t stray from tasting himself on my tongue.

Asher catches my lower lip between his teeth and releases it with a pop.

“Does this mean you forgive us?” he whispers.

“What you did hurt me,” I whisper.

“I know.” His grip on my throat tightens.

“But . . .” I mumble.

“But?”

“But I’m in love with you, and with Elijah. You may have hurt me, but it’ll hurt worse if I walk away from you both.”

He grins against my lips and kisses me until I’m dizzy and breathless. Asher steps back and turns me in his arms for Elijah to swoop in with the same mind-numbing kisses.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“I love you.”

He hums and trails kisses over my jaw. “Have we groveled enough, or do you need more?”

I shake my head. “This really won me over.”

He smiles against my skin before pulling back. His grin fades as he turns to Derrick.

“I think a lot of us learned our lesson here.” He slips his hands into his pockets and strides toward Derrick. “I like to fuck my sister, and you like to fuck your cousin. Win, win. Right?”

Derrick raises his head and glares at Elijah with tears streaming down his cheeks.