I looked up into Tristan’s heated gaze. He watched Seb move along my neck and collarbone and then back up to my jaw. His grip in my hair tightened, and I moaned at the pain in my scalp. His eyes dropped to my chest where I knew the sports bra was doing wonders for my cleavage. I pushed my chest out, wanting him to look, to want. His nostrils flared, and he took a deep breath, trying to gather himself. Seb’s rough hand had pushed up under my bra and was rolling a nipple between his fingers.
My orgasm started building already. I could feel my face flush, the heat build in my core, and shivers spiderwebbing across my skin. I was panting when his fingers found the other nipple. Tristan twisted his fingers tighter in my hair and then leaned over, claiming my mouth with his own. I ground against Sebastian faster and harder, my pussy begging for release. I felt the flush crawl up my neck and across my face.
When Tristan broke the kiss, my eyes found Elliot. He was standing across the room, watching the three of us and idly rubbing the bulge of his pants. Tristan’s hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed, blocking off my air supply. My gaze drifted back to him as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
“Good girl,” he cooed and spat in my mouth. Sebastian twisted my nipple painfully as he bit into my shoulder. My eyes found Elliot’s again as I swallowed against Tristan’s grip.
“Come,” Elliot commanded. And with one more roll against Sebastian’s hard cock beneath me, I did. Fireworks shot through my body all the way down to my toes, and I damn near screamed from how hard it hit me. Tristan’s grip relaxed, and my head fell against Seb’s shoulder as I tried to breathe and came down from the orgasm.
“Nice distraction trick,” I said against his shoulder. He laughed.
“Something had to bring you back from wherever you had gone,” he said.
“We need to get a doctor to look at your bullet wound and Elliot’s stab wound,” Tristan said.
I peeled myself off Sebastian and stood on weak legs. I followed them all out of the room, up the stairs, and out of the warehouse, all of us sweaty and covered in blood. I probably should’ve been more shocked that I had just gotten off after killing more than a dozen people, but I was too exhausted and in too much pain to care. And I wasn’t going to be ashamed of what got me off anymore.
“You get her settled in the car. Seb and I will take care of this place,” Tristan said to Elliot.
“Fire time!” Sebastian squealed excitedly. They got some stuff out of the back of the car as Elliot opened the back door and gestured for me to crawl in. The other two jogged back into the building.
“Lie down,” Elliot ordered. As gingerly as I could without putting weight on my bad arm, I twisted and slowly lay down across the seats. He shut the door and walked around to the other side. When he opened the door, his upper body was bare save for my shirt wrapped around his belly. “Here,” he said, lifting my head and laying it on his thigh after he climbed in.
He wrapped his shirt around my shoulder and applied so much pressure my head swam with the pain. I let out a loud groan. I was going to pass out. My vision was going black, and my face and chest went cold and hot at the same time.
“Elliot…I’m gonna…”