My fingers dip into her, pushing the material inside her body, soaking it in her arousal. Wetness and warmth. This woman is pure evil, making me want, making me hunger for a taste. Each time we’ve all fucked, I haven’t touched her, but right now, as her cunt drenches through her underwear and the joggers she’s wearing, I want so much more.
She rolls her hips, trying to get friction where she needs it. But once again, I deny her by pulling my hand away. She can’t look at me because I have her head tipped back, and I can’t stop myself from leaning in and sucking the soft flesh of her neck into my mouth. I don’t go near Crow’s marks on her, I create my own. My teeth graze along the delicate column, biting and sucking until she’s crying out.
Her thighs tremble against mine. Her hands hold onto my shoulders as if I’d let her go now. The admission I offered her was so she can understand my anger. I didn’t think I’d ever confess what happened to anyone else. But with Lucille, I knew I had to.
My brothers have chosen her, claimed her. She’s not going anywhere, and I know I need to accept it. Crow may have wanted her dead, but the plan is long gone.
I don’t blame him though. We’ve never met a woman who can keep up with us. We haven’t ever had a woman who asked for more. Most of them would run a mile when they learned what we desire, but Lucille begs for it.
“Please, Hawk,” she begs, her body convulsing over mine. She’s teetering on the edge of insanity. Her body must be aching, the pain so acute, I’m pretty sure if I were to slip my hand in her panties, she’d explode.
“What?”
“Please, I need it.” Lucille is a dirty girl, asking to come like a common slut. Her hips undulate, her hands grip my shirt, trying to pull me closer, but I don’t move. She’s not strong enough to overpower me. There is no way she can top from the bottom, not with me.
“Need what? Tell me,” I coax as my fingers trail over her nipples, and I pinch one, twisting until she’s screaming out my name. Her words incoherent when she speaks as I taunt the other hardened bud.
I release her hair and she’s finally able to look at me. Her eyes are shimmering, pupils dilated as she regards me. “Please fuck me,” she says then, her tone confident.
Her hands are already fighting my zipper before I have time to respond. Her hand wraps around my cock, causing a hiss to escape my lips. I don’t think twice about ripping her sweatpants creating a gap where I shove her panties to the side, and she sinks down on my dick.
The warmth, the tightness, her fucking juices coating my cock sends my mind into orbit. Euphoria warms my blood, heating every inch of me as she takes me to the hilt. For a second, she doesn’t move, and then, her hips roll.
Lucille bounces on my dick, and I watch in awe as this blonde, golden eyed beauty takes from me and gives me pleasure in return. Nothing but pure desire races through my veins. I grasp her hips, moving her back and forth.
“Fuck,” I bite out as her walls pulse. She’s close, I am too. It doesn’t take long for me to thrust my hips, fucking her deeper, harder, faster. The sounds of us fucking echoes through the room, and suddenly, her body starts shaking, and her cunt squeezes my dick, milking the ever living fuck out of me.
I empty my seed, as she soaks my cock.
Hot, fast breaths come from both of us, and I know I’ve taken the final plunge into the depths. There is no going back. This girl is ours. She’s never leaving our side.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
FALCON
When my phone buzzes on my desk, I glance down to find Dante’s name flashing on screen. He only calls when he has intel for me, so I pick it up, hoping there are answers for us.
“What have you got for me?”
He chuckles on the other end of the line and the deep rumble has me pondering more about his sexual nature than the work we’re talking about. He reminds me so much of Crow. All our interactions have had me more intrigued each time.
“We found the Pakhan,” he says. “He’s heading your way soon. Mahoney has left the bunker in Los Angeles, and he’s making his way to the airstrip. I would say within the next twenty-four hours, you’ll have him to deal with.”
“So he is coming for her.”
“He is,” he affirms, and I imagine him nodding. “I spoke to Drake, and he’s willing to step in if you need us. I have a team at the ready, say the word and we’ll be there to take the fucker down. We’ll fly out tonight.”