Well, it was theirs, too.
His heart beat a wicked tune in his chest, the urge to fuck her mouth deeper this time coming at him—
He dropped his hand to her wet cunt, stroking at it tenderly this time as Leo brought his cock between her legs. He stilled, breathing heavily as he watched her face intently. “Skye…” he groaned.
She shut her eyes for a brief moment, whispering, “I’m ready.”
Leo
He wasn’t sure he wanted to take her while she was on her side, but her gaze was trapped on Hunter, her mouth had been wrapped around him while her hand had squeezed painfully at Leo’s hip. Christ, it wasso fucking hot.
Leo…
He had checked out ages ago. He was nothing but feeling now. His throbbing desire felt hot, like magma in his veins as he stared at Skye; he was completely hypnotized by her beauty. Her body was soft, dark, loaded with scars of their past that made his chest wrench in the most brutal way.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he’d whispered in her ear. “The moment I saw you on those rocks, you’ve been my obsession, Skye Cross.”
Her fingers dug in deeply into his skin as his words sank into her being. He had a feeling she wanted to turn her head to look at him, but he urged her to, “Take him, Skye. You’re all he’s ever wanted too.”
And what a fucked up situation.
What were they doing?
Leo didn’t know—didn’t care—not in that moment, not when his cock was pressed against her pussy.Holy shit.He took his time, rubbing the head of his length along her soft entrance, feeling his body quake and break into sweat from nerves and desire and so many other fucked up conflicted emotions he wasn’t paying all that much attention to.
He just wanted her.
He just wanted Skye.
He wanted inside her.
He wanted to be gentle.
He wanted her to come around his cock.
He wanted to watch her face as it twisted in pleasure—it was a powerful aphrodisiac on its own.
He felt primitive with these urges. Totally possessive, totally animalistic. He sucked at her throat, he cupped her perfect tits, and he tried–god, he tried his hardest—to be soft.
“Skye,” he groaned, eyes pinned to the side of her face as his cock prodded at her entrance with more intent.
She sucked in a breath, whispering, “I’m ready.”
There could be no better two words than that.
And oh, how he’d waited for it…
He pushed into her tight warmth, his eyes glazed, slipping in an inch before pausing, blowing out harsh breaths as she shivered against him. He pushed again, and the pressure was so tight, so wet, so fucking warm—
The world stilled right then.
And all the bullshit of before—his father, his family, the Dungeon, the scattered pieces of his soul—it was not welcome here.
Here, inside Skye, Leo was…Leo. Just Leo. Nothing more. Nothing less. His mask was gone, that charade of a life he lived, that character he played—in this bed, inside Skye, he had shed it. It was just him in his rawest form; it was Skye at her most beautiful; it was Hunter at his most vulnerable.
He shut his eyes, gripping her breast harder as he fought to regain his control. When he opened his eyes, they flickered from her face, contorted in pleasure, her cheek stroked by Hunter’s large hand as he kissed her roughly. Leo watched them, his stare moving to Hunter’s, and in his chest he felt that fucking muscle thump harder, felt his body shudder with another wave of desire.
He fucking loved them.