Savage Queen (The Dark Elite 3)

“Fuck.” Lucas grunts, rolling his hips as he thrusts up into me from below. Then he stills, buried inside me, and begins to play with my clit. His thumb slides over and around the sensitive bud as Zaid draws his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock.

He wasn’t lying. His dick is a lot bigger than his fingers. I brace my palms against Lucas’s chest, breathing into the overwhelming assault of sensations as Zaid slowly eases his way inside my ass. My fingers clench, nails digging into Lucas’s skin, and he works his thumb faster, pushing me right toward the edge of an orgasm.

My entire body feels alive, on fire for these two men. When I feel Zaid bottom out inside me, I drop my head, panting as my hair falls in a curtain around my face. Then I roll my hips a little, experimenting with what it feels like to move.

Oh, fuck.

That’s good.

I do it again, grinding against both of them, and Zaid curses low under his breath. “Shit, kitten, you’re so fucking tight. You’re choking my cock with that sweet little ass.”

God, why does that turn me on so much?

I don’t pause to think about it, I just chase the feelings that are building up inside me, moving in sync with the two men as they both begin to thrust.

“Too fucking good,” Lucas mutters, reaching up to palm the back of my head and drag me down for a kiss as his movements and Zaid’s become more frantic.

The three of us are covered in a sheen of sweat, heat pouring off of us as they fuck me hard and deep, drawing guttural noises from me with each brutal thrust. My entire body begins to shake as my heart slams against my ribs, and then I come so hard I swear I feel it all the way down to my bones.

“Fuck!” Zaid wraps an arm around my torso, slamming into me one last time before grinding his hips against my ass, flooding me with his cum. His brother’s fingers dig into my hips as he drives into me from below, three short, choppy strokes that end with his cock pulsing inside me.

Holy shit. I’m fucking done for.

My muscles were already shaky, and in the aftermath of that intense orgasm, I feel like they’ve melted inside my body. Unable to hold myself up anymore, I collapse on Lucas’s chest. He’s breathing almost as hard as I am, his heart pounding out a staccato rhythm against mine.

Zaid’s chest plasters to my back for a second as he presses a kiss to my neck, and then he carefully withdraws from me, his touch gentling again as he makes sure not to hurt me.

He drops to the bed beside us, and Lucas lifts me off his cock, depositing me on the mattress between them. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, they both move to enclose me between them, legs tangling with mine and arms draping over me.

Still breathing heavily, Lucas presses a kiss to my nose, then to my cheeks, jawline, and lips. He smooths my sweat-dampened hair back from my face as his face finds mine.

“Well, princess? What do you feel now?”

“You.” I smile, dazed and exhausted, turning my head a little to give Zaid access to my neck. “Just… you.”

4

Grace

The living room is subdued and silent as the men pour themselves drinks and sit down.

As amazing as it was, Lucas, Zaid, and I didn’t get to linger as long as I would’ve liked in our post-sex haze of bliss. As the sweat began to cool on our bodies, we were forced to confront the fact that none of this is over yet.

After a few more whispered words and searching kisses, we all got up and showered quickly, then headed downstairs to meet with the others. This is the first time all of us have gathered somewhere besides the interrogation room in the basement since Leland came to the house.

When I find my seat by Hale on the low couch, I can’t help but think about how different things are now compared to when we were last in this room. How much more we know, and how that knowledge has changed all of us.

I’m not sure what time it is. So late that it’s early, I think. Probably only a few hours from dawn. Mafia hours are different from normal hours, because time doesn't seem to exist in the mafia. There are no off hours, no set hours to work. It happens when it happens; it could be midnight or four in the morning, and I wouldn’t know any differently.

I glance over at Zaid and Lucas, and a pleasant little shiver runs down my spine.

They did what I asked them to, and more. For a short while upstairs, I stopped thinking about all of this, stopped feeling the hurt and anger that’ve been churning in my gut. The only thing I could think about, the only thing I could feel, was them.

Both inside me. Both surrounding me.

My body can still feel the echoes of their touch, and it grounds me now, giving me strength and clearing my head.

“He’s in holding.” Ciro settles onto a large chair, rubbing his bruised knuckles. “He’s exhausted, but if he thinks he’s going to get any sleep, he’s mistaken.”