my knee meeting my shoulder as he fucked me harder and deeper, pushing me into a violent third orgasm that made my throat raw from screaming and my toes curl like some kind of demonic possession.
Only when that third one passed did he let up. He shifted to stand beside the bed, then hauled my jellylike body up and pushed me to the carpet in front of him.
Panting and eager, I sat up on my knees, feeling the thickness of the toy still lodged inside me as I opened my mouth and took Cass's thick, hot length.
He gave me a feral grin as he gripped my hair, shoving his dick deeper into my mouth.
"Fuck I missed you," he growled as he fucked my throat, making me gag with every second stroke. Then, right as his shaft started to swell, he clicked a button in his hand and the plug in my ass started vibrating violently.
I came again, moaning as Cass gripped my hair tight and filled my throat with his cum. Then I collapsed in a trembling, delirious heap on the floor.
33
Cass, it seemed, was determined to make up for lost time. He barely let me sleep all damn night, then around dawn I crashed like a ton of bricks. It was that sort of physically exhausted, totally satisfied sleep that gave me the best rest. No dreams, no nightmares, just sleep.
It was midafternoon by the time I dragged my ass out of bed and followed my grumbling stomach downstairs.
Lucas was at his favored study spot at the kitchen island, his books spread out around him, but this time he had company in the form of my bratty little sister. She had a faint shadow of a bruise on her cheekbone, but otherwise she seemed in great health for a two-day imprisonment.
Cass was at the coffee machine, yawning as he started pouring some liquid gold for both of us—I hoped. He had only gotten up ten minutes before me and looked wrecked.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Lucas grinned as he spotted me, holding out an arm to beckon me closer. I willingly stepped into his embrace and sighed into his kiss as he brought his lips to mine.
The fake gagging noise from my sister made me pull away a lot sooner than I'd have liked, though, and I gritted my teeth to keep from snapping at her.
"Morning, Seph," I greeted in a cool tone. "I take it you've fully recovered from your ordeal if you're back to your usual charming self?"
She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Whatever. It wasn't even that bad. They were never going to actually hurt me."
Lucas's grip on my waist tightened, and Cass glanced up from the coffee machine to meet my eyes. They knew, like I did, that the only reason she hadn’t been hurt was because I’d played Chase's fucked up game. She’d been leverage, nothing more.
Still, I didn't tell her all of that. I just gave a tight smile and kissed Lucas's shoulder before heading over to Cass and the coffee.
"Fuck yes," I moaned as he handed me one of the mugs. I inhaled the rich aroma of freshly brewed beans, and my mouth watered.
Cass just watched me with those intense, dark eyes, then pressed a hand to my lower back to kiss me. When he withdrew to sip his own coffee, my sister drew my focus once again with a small scoff.
Drawing a deep breath, I prayed for sanity and patience as I turned back around to face her. "Do you have something to say, Seph?"
She wrinkled her nose, like she was debating backing down, but the break away from me must have given her a new sense of bravery. She pursed her lips and tilted her chin up defiantly.
"Uh yeah," she sneered. "What are you, just, like, fucking multiple guys now? I thought you were in love with Lucas."
I resisted the urge to rub at the building headache between my eyes. "I am," I replied, and Lucas flashed me a grin. "But I'm also in love with Cass." I bumped the big, silent grump at my side, and he leaned back into me. "And Zed," I murmured after a small hesitation.
Seph's brows shot right up at that admission. "Zed too?"
I rolled my own eyes at her theatrics. "You just spent six weeks in Italy with your best friend and her three husbands. What is so hard to wrap your brain around here, Seph? Love isn't a finite commodity, so get the fuck over