Ruthless Knights (The Dark Elite 2)

But that’s not what he’s doing this time.

This time, he’s giving us all what we need.

“What do you want?” My eyes burn as I stare at Ciro, willing him to let himself have this. To take what he wants for once. To trust himself. “Please. Tell me.”

He swallows. His large hand, covered in swirling ink, delves below the waistband of his pants. His eyelids droop as he squeezes himself, and then his pupils flare as he meets my gaze.

“I want you, Grace. I want to fuck you. I want to… to have you.”

“Fuck,” Hale mutters. His voice is strained, thick with lust, and I don’t know if it’s from hearing Ciro admit he wants to fuck me or from holding himself back like he has been. But it doesn’t really matter.

Ciro told us what he would do if he could touch me. And I intend to give him what he wants.

Pressing up onto my elbows, I reach for Hale’s shirt, tugging at the hem until he finally lets go of my legs long enough to let me pull it off. He’s already working on his pants, the last of his self-restraint fading as the tension between all of us reaches a boiling point. As soon as he’s naked, he hooks his hands under my knees and drags me toward him. He slides my panties off and hurls them away as his hungry gaze lands on my aching pussy.

Just like he did before, he presses my legs open. But this time, the movement is slow and deliberate, so full of promise that it makes me shiver with anticipation.

I know what he’s doing.

He’s putting me on display.

Not just for himself, but for Ciro. He’s letting Ciro see all of me.

My legs press against Hale’s hard grip as arousal seeps from me. It’s almost too much, having them both look at me like this.

Hale’s cock is hard, and he slides through my folds without entering me, teasing me until I’m squirming beneath him.

“Do you want me, Grace?” he demands in a rough voice. “Do you want Ciro?”

“Yes,” I pant, so desperate with need that I’ll beg if he wants me to. “Yes. Please. Fuck. Please!”

But Hale doesn’t make me beg. His thick cock finds my entrance, and he thrusts into me in one hard motion. I cry out, arching my back as the sudden feeling of fullness overwhelms me. As he draws out slowly, I look over at Ciro, my heart thundering in my chest.

“Let me see you too. I want to see you.”

He hesitates for a second, then unbuttons and unzips his pants, shoving them down enough to free his cock. He wraps his hand around his shaft again, and the sight of him fucking his fist while Hale fucks me makes me whimper with pleasure.

They match each other’s strokes perfectly, falling into sync as if they really are the same person. My breasts bounce with each hard thrust as Hale drives into me, and the low grunts that emanate from both him and Ciro are the hottest sounds I think I’ve ever heard.

“Turn her over,” Ciro finally orders as an orgasm builds low in my belly. He locks gazes with me, issuing the command to me too. “On your hands and knees.”

Hale doesn’t miss a beat, pulling out of me and grabbing my hips as I scramble to comply. I’ve barely gotten my arms and legs under me before he yanks me backward, impaling me on his cock again. His hips slap against mine as he picks up his pace, and I turn my head, panting as I watch Ciro stroke himself hard and fast.

“Come, Ciro,” I whisper, my words broken up by the sharp movement of Hale’s thrusts. “Come with me. It feels so fucking good.”

I can barely get any breath behind my words, so I don’t know if he hears me or not. But maybe he doesn’t need to. With a loud grunt, he comes all over his hand, and the sight of it pushes me over the edge. I clench hard around Hale as the orgasm rips through me, and like the last domino falling, he drives into me and spills his release.

Hale and I collapse forward a little from the force of his last thrust, and he grinds his hips against my ass as his cock twitches inside me. My whole body is shaking as if a dam has just broken inside me, flooding my veins with adrenaline. A light sheen of sweat covers my body, and if my throat still hurts, I can’t feel it anymore. I can’t feel anything except the lingering waves of pleasure from my orgasm and Hale’s warm body draped over mine.

With a groan, he pulls out of me and collapses on the mattress beside me, one arm reaching out to pull me close. I let him draw me toward him, looking across the empty space of the room to where Ciro sags against the wall. He looks utterly spent, like that orgasm dragged out a piece of his soul, and he’s still fisting his dick with wet, sticky fingers.

He meets my gaze, and for just a moment, I don’t think I see the self-recrimination that clouded his eyes earlier. He looks almost peaceful.

Unwrapping his hand from his dick, he presses away from the wall. There’s a box of tissues on the nightstand by the bed, and I watch as he slowly walks over and grabs a few to clean himself up. He tosses them in the trash can, then looks down at me and Hale sprawled on the bed.

I want to ask him to join us. I want to curl up between their two warm bodies and fall asleep.

But I’m afraid if I say that, I’ll break the moment. So I just lift my hand toward him, a silent offer.