One Dirty Night

Clench after clench.

I died and was reborn, killed and reincarnated, over and over.

So fierce. Too fierce.

On and on, I rode that sea of sensual sin before the painful bands slowly waked into delicious, addictive pulses.

Sated pleasure whispered how easy it would be to float away and crash into clouds full of satisfaction, but the pounding of Hunter’s cock kept me firmly tethered. The aftershocks of bliss quickly switched to sharper spasms of new need, and when Hunter buried his teeth into my neck and roared into my skin, I almost came a second time.

His back turned to stone. His cock rippled with his release. And the first splash of his pleasure coated me in spurt after spurt of sordid claiming.

“Goddammit, take it. Fuck,” Hunter groaned.

Nick swallowed a moan, dragging my eyes to his.

As Hunter emptied himself inside me, I fell into Nick’s haunted stare as he towered over us, stroking himself, his knuckles white, his gorgeously handsome face contorted. He looked at me as if I was his. As if I’d been stolen from him by another and he couldn’t survive.

My heart didn’t beat a normal rhythm anymore. It was erratic and thick. I was terrified and enthralled. Caught in the web of sexual energy—unsure how Nick would react but a slave to the consequences regardless.

Hunter jerked a final time, giving a low chuckle of male appreciation. Pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of my mouth, he murmured, “I’ve never been so undone by a woman before. You, my little witch, truly are magic.”

I gave him a wobbly smile, doing my best to remember how to speak, but Nick tripped over his threshold. Every restraint. Every rage. All his fury ignited in a snap of breaking. “Get the fuck out of her.” Grabbing Hunter by the waist, he jerked him away, disengaging us with a feral yank.

“Nicholas, don’t.” Sitting upright, I scissored my legs together. My back blazed from the flogger, and the slickness between my thighs wasn’t just my desire anymore.

The knowledge that another man had come inside me, all while the one I wanted waited his turn, sent another quake of sickening, seductive power.

The urge to hide my breasts and apologise came and went as I sank back into the cloudy space of bliss. Nick had agreed to this. He’d agreed to share me. I’d wanted him to be jealous. I needed to see if there was something between us.

And now, I had my answer.

It was written in neon and lit up with bright spotlights.

Nick wanted me more than he would ever admit.

He wanted to fuck me, but he also wanted me in other ways.

I just have to figure out what ways before this night is over.

Hunter seemed to follow my train of thought as he gave me a quick, secretive smile. “If you were aiming to make him confess his true feelings, Ella, your evil plan is working.”

“Fuck off,” Nick snapped. “I’m not possessive of her. I just don’t want her getting hurt.”

“Says the man who whipped her like the true Dom he is.”

“You told me to do it.”

“And you almost came each time the lashes landed.”

“And you’re the bastard who claimed her orgasm. An orgasm that was mine. Earned fair and square.”

“You can have the next one.” Hunter lowered his chin. “See if you can make her shatter so spectacularly.”

“She shattered because of me, you son of a bitch.”

“It was my cock she was riding.”

“She wasn’t riding it. You drove yourself inside her like a fucking beast.”