Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,61

they looking at?

Suddenly, both heads lifted. It was Ethan who was first to bestow me with a lazy smirk. “I can’t believe you fell for that, Princess. Get your ass over here.”

Ryker chuckled and turned the tablet around to show… a baby playpen.

“That was not funny,” I said, giving them my best haughty glare.

“One,” Ethan said.

One!

Ryker chuckled again, put the data tablet on the table, and leaned back with his hands behind his head like he was getting ready for a show.

“Two,” Ethan said. God, his stern voice could put me in a lust coma. His dark eyes promised wicked punishment the longer I held out.

“Babe,” Ryker said, his smirk growing in proportion to the narrowing of Ethan’s eyes. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Three.”

I tossed my data tablet on the couch beside me and all but threw myself between them. Squeezing to make space, pressing and getting right in close.

Then they purred.

My whole body melted. My nose burrowed against Ryker’s throat as Ethan kissed the top of my head.

A shiver rippled through me as their heady pheromones permeated the air: rich and spicy, wild and earthy. When I was squished between them like this, I could forget about tomorrow, about the war, about the viral program, and about what-ifs.

When I was with them, all I needed was to breathe and to be.

Hands started to move, stroking over shoulders, hips, ass. Gentle lingering squeezes that triggered a heated surge. Lips trailing over my face, while others made me quiver as they found the sensitive crux of my throat.

“Someone is very needy,” Ryker growled before his mouth closed over mine.

I opened, tongue tangling with his as my body rose swiftly under their combined attention. His lips left mine briefly as the T-shirt was tugged over my head. I groaned into Ryker’s mouth as my bra clasp gave, my breasts falling into waiting hands.

Sometimes, they could be rough, sometimes, a sublime gentle, but they were always determined to drive me crazy once they made up their mind.

My left hand clutched at Ethan’s forearm. My right hand tangled in Ryker’s hair.

Strong fingers found the narrow band at the side of my panties… and tugged.

“Oops,” Ethan growled into my ear as my panties dropped away. His hand skimmed over my stomach to cup my pussy from behind.

I wriggled, feeling the fluttery, tingly sensation creeping over me as hot wetness seeped out.

Ryker swallowed up my groans, fingers tugging my nipples with just enough bite. My focus splintered between Ryker’s teasing and Ethan’s thick fingers resting close to my throbbing clit.

I wrenched my lips from Ryker’s. “Please. I need to come.”

“Baby, you’re not even close,” Ethan said.

I groaned; it would be one of those nights.

“Time we went to the nest,” Ryker said.

Once in the nest, they stripped and spread me out for their wicked attention. Ryker, smirking, eased my thighs apart, while Ethan took my wrists in one hand, pinning them to the nest above my head.

Trapped by them and only them in a way I’d come to crave.

Ryker kissed my pussy with the same heated intent that he might kiss my mouth: nipping, licking, sucking gently, before, open-mouthed, devouring me until I became a writhing mess.

Then Ethan eased his cock between my lips.

I was surrounded, tormented, and used for their pleasure and mine in the best possible way.

“I think we need to take you together tonight,” Ethan said, eyes hooded as he watched his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. My tummy clenched, and I hummed around his hot, silken length.

Ryker’s head lifted. Frustrated, I groaned—I was so very close.

“I think she liked the sound of that,” Ryker said, nipping at my inner thigh.

Ethan’s cock slipped from between my lips. He rolled onto his back, taking me over him. Hand planted on his chest, I guided his cock to my pussy and sank slowly down.

“So good,” I said, eyes hooded as I rotated my hips.

Dimples that made my knees weak flashed, and fisting my hair, Ethan brought my lips to his for a sweet, heated kiss. “It makes me so fucking hot knowing you’ve been good and bred,” he growled before capturing my mouth once again. Our tongues met, open, wet kisses that could not entirely distract me from what Ryker was about to do. I jolted as a slicked cock nudged the tight little rosebud. Pressure, more pressure, the certainty that they could not fit inside me together bloomed then collapsed as the hot flesh breached the tight entrance and glided deep inside.

Nerves