Page 148 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
“Don’t you dare,” I warn him as he brushes his knuckles along my jaw and moves around to stand behind me. Crown pushes his hard, warm shaft against my folds, the head of his dick pearly with pre-ejac as he rubs that slickness against my clit.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he decides finally, and I look over to see that Beast is watching him from sapphire eyes. They darken when the mood is dangerous like it is now, the very air sparkling with dark glitter and sensuality. My husband doesn’t move from his location, leaning against the wall beside Sin. “Yeah, I think that’s what I’ll do.”
“Screw you,” I hiss, and then I angle my hips and push back, impaling myself on Crown’s dick. He lets out a sharp, almost surprised breath and then grabs at me, forcing me to hold still for a moment.
“I’m taking you out and getting on one knee, Gidge. What will you say then? We both know it’ll be a resounding yes.” He relaxes his grip slightly, and then smooths his palm up my side and over my rib cage. “You want to do the work? Be my guest.”
If Crown thinks that’s a challenge, then he’s picked the wrong girl.
I brace my hands against the couch and then push back, working my hips with this back-and-forth motion, like all I need is Crown’s dick to get off and the rest of him is irrelevant. But even after issuing that decree, he can’t quite give up control of the situation just yet.
Instead, he starts to move in time with me, so that when I push back, he’s pushing forward, and we’re coming together with friction and heat and so many sounds that I can barely tell which ones are mine and which are his.
“Be a good girl for me,” he murmurs, feeling up my body in that worshipful way of his, like he’s memorizing every single curve and contour of my skin. Everything’s a turn-on for Crown. I can feel it in the way he palms my belly, the way he swipes my hair off the back of my neck and traces a finger down my spine while he thrusts into me.
We work well together, me and him, like partners. Like a king and queen.
Oh yes. I like that.
Crown and I are king and queen.
Beast and I are husband and wife.
Grainger and I are partners in crime.
Sin and I are fated mates.
I groan, the beginnings of a climax tightening my lower belly muscles, my cunt clamping down so hard around Crown’s dick that he curses and ends up rocking himself toward his orgasm since he can’t move in and out of me anymore.
He comes hard, grinding against me with frantic finishes of his hips, and then he leans over me, caging me in with his arms. I can see the police car tattoo from here, and I thrill in the idea that I know a secret that could get Crown killed. When he told me that, he was giving up the last of himself to me, the final piece.
It’s over.
It’s all over.
I’ve got him. I’ve got Grainger. I’ve got Beast.
I thought I had Sin.
He was the first to fully relinquish his heart and trust to me, to accept that if we were going to be together, we wouldn’t be the only players in the game. But now? Flicking my gaze toward him as my body pulses with fervent need, I can see that he’s staring at me, that he’s angry, that his silver eyes are so dark they look black.
He pushes up from the wall as Crown withdraws, leaving me empty and wanting.
“I need to come so bad,” I murmur, attempting to slide a hand between my legs. Before I can touch my clit, I feel a vise-like grip curl around my wrist. Sin’s fingers scald as I flick my gaze to his face, finding him panting and hard and angry.
I thought he was going to bolt tonight, to be honest. Like he couldn’t handle seeing me put myself in dangerous situations—at the casino or with these other men. Instead, he’s looking at me like he plans to claim me, right here and now.
“I’ll do it.” Sin hauls me up to a standing position and moves around behind me, reaching between my legs and putting his chin on my shoulder. He licks up the length of my rapidly beating pulse as he uses the easily accessible lube between my thighs to make the hardened nub of my clitoris nice and slippery. “What did I tell you?”
“That you’re addicted to making women come?” I murmur back, moaning and letting my head fall back against his sturdy frame.
“Not women anymore—just you.” Sin finds this perfect, magical spot on the upper right part of my clit, and I choke, my knees buckling so suddenly that if he hadn’t wrapped his arm around my waist, I would’ve collapsed to the floor. “Tell me where you want it, what you like.”
