Page 149 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
“Stay right there,” I murmur, panting as I reach down and press his fingers to my happy spot. “Just like that, oh God, Colton.” I struggle to control my oncoming orgasm, trying to make this last as long as possible, enjoying that spicy cinnamon, cloves, and leather smell that permeates everything Sin owns. It mixes with the musk of sex, the mild smokiness from the fire, and the underlying notes of violet-scented cleaner that Crown likes to use on everything.
I let my eyes sweep the room, finding Crown seated on his sofa with his cock tucked neatly away, arms spread out across the cushions on either side of him. His eyes are closed as he relaxes back into the brown leather. Grainger sits on the edge of the armchair, a cigarette unlit and dangling from his mouth, like he wants to go outside and smoke it but can’t bear to leave yet.
And my husband? My magnanimous, murderous, beautiful husband, he watches over everything like he’s the lord of the castle instead of Crown. I know when I look at him that he was the only one strong enough to make this all work, to hold our ragtag, fucked-up, little group together rather than tear it apart.
Only him. Just him.
Our eyes meet just as my orgasm hits, and even though I’m coming apart and shuddering, gasping and quivering in another man’s arms, I can feel Beast’s heart as if it’s beating right up against mine.
With a desperate moan, I’m shoved over the arm of the couch while Sin undoes his pants and shoves his dick into me while my cunt spasms and squeezes and milks. I’m barely coherent, overwhelmed with pleasure, drunk on it as Sin powers into me like he’s got a very specific purpose in mind.
He presses one of his hands against my belly and uses the other to grip my hip.
The way he drives into me, his balls tease my clit, and the hardened points of my nipples scrape the leather seams on the sofa. I’m tender and overstimulated, my body thrashing against Sin’s on instinct even as I push my ass back into him.
“I’ll make you come over and over and over again, until you beg me to stop,” he promises, and then he reaches around and takes over my clit with his fingers again. I’m powerless to stop another wave, shuddering and gasping and digging my toes into the floor.
This time, the tight, silky muscles inside of me drag Sin over the edge, too, and he’s thrusting into me so hard and fast that I get dizzy. When he comes, the sound is low and almost pained, and then he’s suddenly pulling out of me and picking me up.
A surprised gasp escapes me as he carries me over to the couch and lays me down with my head in Crown’s lap. Sin positions himself over the top of me, kissing my neck and shoulders, my jaw, my hairline. At the same time, he puts his hand between my legs and starts working up my already aching body into yet another climax.
I’m not sure that I can even handle being touched like that, but then he kisses me.
He kisses me and holy shit, I can feel everything about him in the shape of his mouth, the sweep of his tongue. He tastes like the future, like promises, like happy things I might actually be able to have for myself.
He tastes like the radical idea that I might not have to suffer every minute of everyday for the rest of my life.
One, last orgasm rocks me, so thoroughly taking over my body that I end up biting Sin’s lower lip until he’s grunting and bleeding just enough that there’s a salty taste on my lip.
He pulls back finally, collapsing against the sofa cushions and putting my legs in his lap.
So, I’ve got my head on Crown, my legs on Sin, my eyes on Grainger, and my heart beating concurrently with Beast’s.
“If this is what everyday of this shared relationship looks like …” Cade starts, standing up and moving over to the back door. He kicks it open as I lie there, panting and quivering and boneless and bloody. “Then I’m sure we’ll die young and happy together in a hail of gunfire.”
He lights up his cigarette and exhales into the stormy night air as I turn on my side and feel my heavy lids droop.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Whether or not the club patches me in, it doesn’t matter.
I am a Daybreaker, in my blood, in my bones, in my heart.
That’s it.
Not club princess … club queen.
I end up in a scalding shower, using the downstairs bathroom so that I can hear all four men talking in low voices down the hall. They sit in the kitchen together, opening up a poker set and playing a game while they drink and wait for me.
