Page 110 of Stay Little Fighter

“Fuck me,” I grind out. I’m going to embarrass myself if she keeps that shit up.

“That’s what I’m asking you to do,” she sasses.

I huff out a laugh and spank her ass playfully, pulling a strangled moan from her. “Be patient, little brat.”

Dragging in a stuttered breath, I sink the rest of the way inside her until she’s filled to the brim.

“Jesus,” Damon groans, clutching her hips so hard I won’t be surprised if she wears the marks for the next few days.

Once we’ve caught our breath, I withdraw a few inches before pressing back into her at the same time he helps her grind on him.

It takes a couple of tries to find our rhythm, but soon Chloe moves between us like the goddess that she is, her ass clenching down on me as she gets closer to her release.

I rest my hand on the back of her head and use the other to drag a disinfectant wipe over the back of her shoulder, but she’s too lost to the fog of pleasure to ask what I’m doing.

Which is probably for the best seeing as I haven’t run this past any of the guys or Chloe.

But you know what they say, sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

Damon’s knowing eyes track my movements as I reach for the device Corbin gave me to administer the tracker, and he pries one of his hands from her hip to replace my hand on the back of her head, holding her steady as we grind in and out of her body.

“Look at you taking our cocks like a good whore,” he murmurs against her ear, causing her to clench down on us.

I hiss through my teeth and position the nozzle against her shoulder.

No going back now.

I press down on the trigger, and the bite of pain from the insertion is all she needs to throw her over the edge and drag us both over with her.

Her cries fill the small room and I’m certain the others have woken up by now because our girl is anything but quiet.

“That’s it, Duchess,” Damon grunts, fucking up into her as he chases the last of his pleasure and prolongs hers.

Hot ropes of cum fill her ass, and I lose all rhythm as stars burst into my vision. Every orgasm I have with Chloe feels like the most intense of my life, but I’m beginning to think it might just be normal for us.

I drop the device to the bed, trying not to put too much of my weight on Chloe as I drag in ragged breaths.

Jesus.

Her ass pulses around my oversensitive cock, and I’m as desperate to keep myself lodged inside her as I am to see my cum drip out of her, but ultimately, I have no choice but to pull out.

Damon drops back onto the bed with her still wrapped in his arms while I collapse beside them.

“Did you just inject our girl with a tracker without consulting any of us?” Damon asks as he turns his head to look at me.

“Yep.”

Chloe’s eyes meet mine with surprise, but there’s no anger behind the pretty green. “Ryker,” she huffs.

I reach over and brush my fingers over her cheek, reveling in the feel of her softness. “I need to know you’re safe at all times, Chloe. I just about lost my mind when we lost your signal today.”

She sighs, leaning into my hand. “You’re overprotective, but I kind of love it.”

I huff out a laugh. “That’s probably a good thing seeing as you’ve found yourself with four men that will stop at nothing to keep you safe.”

She shakes her head before resting her cheek against Damon’s chest. “I wouldn’t have you guys any other way.”

CHAPTER SEVENTY