Heavenly whimpered.
“If you’re a good little girl, we’ll squeeze our fat cocks inside you, stretch your tiny ass and your snug pussy, until the burn eats you alive,” Beck added. “Then we’ll force you to come over and over.”
His words sent her thrashing restlessly, hips rocking. “Oh…”
He gripped her thighs, stilling her. His fingers would probably leave faint bruises, but she didn’t seem to care.
“Shh. I told you to take it,” he rebuked thickly, then trailed his tongue up her furrow. “Every lick, every stroke. That pussy doesn’t belong to you. It’s ours.”
He yanked her closer and devoured her even more voraciously, as if consuming all of Heavenly right now was a biological imperative.
Seth was so lost in the moment.
Lost enough to forget about everything except claiming their girl? Uninhibited and desperate enough to take her bareback again?
Beck fucking hoped so. Not that he was trying to manipulate Seth. Well, not exactly. But why not nudge Cooper down the path they’d collectively chosen—until the murder of Zach’s wife and daughter had resurrected Seth’s ghosts? That—and fear—had been the only thing stopping the PI from embracing the future. And if he’d buried the ghosts again, he should be past his fear, right?
Beck didn’t mind giving Seth a little shove in the right direction.
“Yes,” their girl panted, tossing her head back and forth. “Yours.”
The raw pleasure playing across her face stunned Beck. She was beautiful every day, but like this, deep in the throes of arousal, she was breathtaking.
He dragged his stare down her writhing body, blushing pink as her desire soared. Her hard berry nipples strained toward the ceiling, all but begging to be licked and sucked. Wrecked, even. Beck was happy to oblige.
Before he could, Heavenly jolted and arched, fisting the sheets as Seth sucked her clit into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth. She dug her heels into the mattress and hissed.
Jesus, watching her writhe and need was fucking hot.
“Is she hard and swollen?” he asked.
Seth didn’t answer, only sucked harder.
“Sweet?” Beck prodded.
“Mmm,” Seth groaned.
“Throbbing against your tongue?”
Grudgingly, Cooper lifted from her pussy, his hungry gaze eating its way up Heavenly’s body. “Yes. We’re going to spend all night dragging orgasms out of you, angel.”
“Oh, god,” Heavenly wailed.
“He can’t help you now. You’re in our hands,” Seth reminded roughly before he fastened his mouth over her again like a man possessed.
“Don’t stop,” Beck urged, easing to the side of the mattress. “Tease her until she fucking begs.”
Then he latched onto one of Heavenly’s engorged nipples. She jolted, lifting her unfocused gaze to him. Their eyes met. His heart thrummed as he drew on her stony peak, laving, lashing, and nipping. Her cries filled his ears.
“I need…” Heavenly panted. “Please.”
He rewarded her pleading by pressing her pebbled nipple to the roof of his mouth and sucking even harder. Heavenly’s stare turned glassy yet frantic. She mewled, clutching his arms as if he were an anchor.
Beck allowed it…but extracted a price, taking her other nipple in his mouth while he pinched the first mercilessly.
Between her legs, Seth continued to gorge on Heavenly, now filling her pussy with his fingers and rubbing her most sensitive spots.
That quickly sent Heavenly spiraling higher. Her nipples got harder in his mouth.