Page 144 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
He heaves a breath, and I look up, seeing that edge of violence in his gaze that I know is reflected in my own. We really do make a perfect pair, me and Beast. He wanted an alpha female; he got one.
I also know how he likes to calm down, what soothes his nerves. It’s the same solution that came to mind when I realized that I couldn’t drink or smoke my way out of this wicked haze.
“Let marriage be had in honor among all, and let the bed be undefiled: for fornicators and adulterers God will judge.” I stand up and move over to Beast where he’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch.
“For such an unholy sinner, you sure do know the Bible,” he murmurs, letting a dark smile edge his gorgeous mouth. He hasn’t shaved since the wedding, but I like the thick, dirty blond stubble on his strong jaw. My fingers tease the roughness of it, and I debate asking him to shave maybe once a month to keep this look. I’m obsessed with it.
“Too much time spent with Reba,” I admit, running my hands down to Beast’s shoulders. “But I’m not worried about the defiling part. In fact, I’d love to defile our marriage bed over and over and over again. As far as adulterers? Well, I already told you all what would happen if you betrayed me like that.”
“Duly noted,” Beast murmurs as he stands up from the sofa, and I take a step back.
My breath releases in a rush, and I can feel the other three men watching us, unsure as to what, exactly, they should be doing right now.
I’m about to show them.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I say, casting a look over at Grainger, at Sin, back toward Crown. I move around Beast, and he turns with me, watching me in the flickering glow from the fireplace. There are no other lights on, and the night outside is utterly black and empty. Just woods filled with buried bodies. We’re on the compound, sure, but this is a new addition to the property and it’s far enough away from the concentration of people at the clubhouse that we may as well exist in our own world.
With my pants still unbuttoned and hanging low, I push them down over the round swell of my ass, bending over the side of the couch as I do. My dark hair falls forward, and I sweep it back, looking up at Beast in blatant invitation.
I want him now.
No, I need him now.
I need all four of them, just like I did that night. Except, unlike that wicked, awful night, I’m not chasing my pain away. I’m present and accepting of the shadows that make up my soul. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like if I gave into the darkness. Well, here I am. Let the night consume me; I want that.
I want this; I want them.
“Shit, Gidge, what are you doing?” Sin asks, his voice choked and his gaze covetous. He likes this. But he also isn’t sure he can handle seeing me with another man. I feel his jealousy pulsing like a bright beacon from across the room.
My eyes meet his as Beast moves around behind me, his huge, hulking body a hot press against my ass and naked cunt. I know what it must look like from back there, swollen and tight and wet. I’m soaked down to my thighs right now, practically dripping.
That’s how fucked-up I am.
I killed two people tonight, and all I can think about is screwing my men.
“What am I doing?” I ask, my voice breathy, almost perverse. “Being an old lady to four men. That’s what I’m doing.”
“Oh, fuck,” Grainger growls, and I know that even with his possessive nature, he won’t have any problem screwing me right here, right now. He doesn’t care if the others watch. If they participate. Only that he gets his piece.
Crown says nothing at all, but I can feel his eyes on me as I throw a coquettish look over my shoulder and Beast grips my hips with strong, capable hands. A moan slips out of me as I arch my back and press into him.
“You’ve lost your mind,” Sin mutters, but I notice that he doesn’t leave the room.
He stays.
Even if I have lost my mind, even if this is fucked-up, I don’t care.
“Fuck me,” I murmur, and Beast laughs. This is a thing between us now, isn’t it? Me begging and him resisting, and I just hope like hell that he doesn’t tease me tonight. I can’t handle that.
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he drawls, his voice hot and sticky and thick with need. I want to go to Tennessee with him so badly in that moment. I want him to show me where he grew up and introduce me to his family and imbed me into his life like a thorn that can never be removed.
