Page 380 of Ripe

Tonight, I want to be taken.

His hand slides over my ass, squeezes once, possessive.

I arch into it without meaning to, my breath catching, and Rhett stirs. I go still, heart hammering, but his breathing evens out again, lost in whatever dreams Reapers have.

Ezra’s mouth finds my ear. “Quiet,” he breathes, barely a sound. “Or I’ll stop.”

Fuck.

I shake my head, small, desperate. Don’t stop. Never stop.

He doesn’t. His hand slips between my thighs from behind, fingers finding me already wet, already ready, and I have to press my face into the pillow to swallow the moan. He circles my clit once, twice, teasing, then pushes two fingers into me slow and deep.

My back bows. My hand flies back, gripping his wrist, not to stop him—to anchor myself.

He curls his fingers, finds the spot that makes my vision spark, and holds there. Presses.

I whimper into the fabric, drooling, helpless, and he covers my mouth with his other hand palm firm against my lips.

“Did I say you could make noise?”

I shake my head, eyes squeezed shut.

“Then be good.” His fingers fuck me, relentless, in and out, curling, fucking me while the others sleep inches away. “Be good and I’ll let you cum.”

Malakai shifts. His hand slides from my thigh to my hip, still loose, still asleep but close. So fucking close.

Ezra doesn’t stop. If anything, he moves faster, harder, his cock pressed against my ass through his thin sleep pants, thick and insistent.

“Please,” I breathe against his palm, the word barely there.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He removes his fingers and shoves his pants down.

I feel him line himself against my entrance. One hand still covering my mouth, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, he pushes in.

Fuck.

I scream into his palm. He fills me, stretches me, his cock curved to hit every place that matters, and he doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease. He fucks me in short, brutal strokes, his hips snapping against my ass, the sound of skin meeting skin swallowed by the sheets, by the dark, by his hand still sealing my screams.

“Look at them,” he growls against my ear, his voice barely there, sacred and profane. “Look at them sleeping while I use you. While I take what’s mine in their bed, beside their bodies, and they don’t even know.”

I open my eyes. Rhett’s face is turned toward me, peaceful, oblivious. Malakai’s breathing hasn’t changed. The thought of being fucked like this, used like this, while they dream inches away—sends a fresh wave of heat through me, my pussy clamping down on his cock.

He feels it. Groans, the sound vibrating through my spine. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Cum for me like this, quiet and desperate, cum on my cock while they sleep—“

His hand shifts from my hip, slides between my legs, finds my clit and rubs. Hard. Merciless.

I break apart, shattering in silence, my orgasm ripping through me like a blade, my body convulsing around him, milking him.

He thrusts once, twice, three times, burying himself to the root and I feel him pulse, feel the hot flood of him filling me, claiming me in the dark while the others breathe beside us.

He stays inside me. His hand leaves my mouth, slides down to my throat, squeezing gently. His lips press to my shoulder, my spine, the shell of my ear.

“Mine,” he whispers, so quiet only I can hear. “When they’re loud and I’m quiet. When they’re rough and I’m control. I’m the one who knows you in the dark, Sage. Remember that.”