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Kovu’s pocketknife appears in his hand, and he makes quick work of slicing through her cotton panties while she stares down at him in surprise.
“What the fuck?” she snaps, shoving herself onto her elbows to glare at him.
Kovu gives her a lopsided grin before discarding the ruined underwear across the room without replying.
“You’ll get used to it, love. Kovu will want to get you bare for him the quickest way possible, even if that means literally tearing the clothes from your pretty little body,” I croon, and she flicks her gaze between us. There’s a hint of intrigue behind her eyes, but it’s pooled together with need and uncertainty.
Before she can argue any further, Kovu dips his head between her thighs, only the mop of chocolate brown hair visible. She lets out a small cry, and a smile tips up the corners of my lips.
I carefully position myself behind her, resting her back against my chest, so we can both watch as Kovu devours her. He’s not soft or gentle as he tears moans from her throat, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s lost in the pleasure he’s forcing on her.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this, Little Lamb?” he asks, his chin glistening with her juices.
“No,” she whimpers, her eyes locked on every move he makes.
“Good.” He flicks his gaze to me, and I see how desperate he is to take her, to make her hurt like he does. It’s taking everything he has to be gentle with her, but it won’t last forever. A revelation I hope she’s ready for.
Kovu trails a scarred hand up her thigh, and I track every move he makes, enraptured by the way he’s playing her body. I never would have been sitting on the sidelines like this in the past. I’m not the watcher in the group, and normally I would be desperate to get in on the action. But holding Camilla in my arms? It’s the perfect kind of torture. Allowing myself to be so close, to wrap my arms around her waist and trap her in place between us, it’s fucking perfection.
His fingers move through her folds, and she presses her head back against my shoulder. A small moan escapes her lips, and he drags her wetness up and around her clit.
We should stop this. Because if it goes any further, there won’t be any going back. Not for Kovu. And not for me. It’s already gone further than we should have let it without telling Camilla what it will mean if she lets us continue. But I don’t want to give her a chance to say no. I don’t want to allow her the chance to run.
I want to trap her with us. Tie her to the bed where I know where she is at all hours, where nothing and no one can hurt her besides the monsters within these walls.
Her fate was sealed the moment I picked her up and carried her into the compound.
CHAPTER FORTY
CAMILLA
I’m lost in their touch.
It’s too much and yet not enough all at once, and I’m too far gone to think about all the reasons I shouldn’t allow this to go any further.
Bishop is pressed against my back, his slack-covered thighs trapping me between them, while Kovu plays my body in a way no one ever has before, not even myself.
His skilled fingers move around the sensitive bundle of nerves I’ve only teased on occasion as he watches me closely for my reactions.
I get the impression Kovu is often underestimated because he’s deemed the crazy one, but in reality, he’s every bit as perceptive as Bishop is.
“I’m going to give you one chance to run, Little Lamb,” he starts, and my breath stutters in my lungs, but not because I’m afraid of him. No, I’m afraid he’ll stop. I’m desperate for every depraved thing he wants to do to me, and I realize how fucked up that is. I know his reputation, I know he likes to play with knives, and I still want to run toward him rather than in the opposite direction. “I’ll never give you this choice again. You say yes now, and it’s all over. You’re mine.”
“Ours,” Bishop corrects behind me, sending a shiver of anticipation over my heated flesh.
“Ours,” Kovu confirms, and I stop breathing. The sight of him towering over me with his huge body and mine at his mercy, gives me the promise of delicious pleasure and earth-shattering pain. I’m in over my head, but that’s not exactly a new realization. I knew that from the moment I woke up pressed between two demons with the reputation to boot.
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and nibble at the sore flesh. His kisses were savage, and I have a feeling I’ll be feeling them for days.
“Do you want that, love?” Bishop murmurs against the shell of my ear. He presses his hard length against the small of my back, grinding against me in short movements that have my heart beating so hard it borders on pain. “Do you want to be ours?”
“Yes,” I whisper the word into existence.
Kovu’s face contorts into a wild smile that seems out of place, but I don’t have time to dwell on it before he drops back between my thighs, his mouth clamping down on my clit at the same time his finger pushes into my tight heat.
I scream at the intrusion, not because it hurts, but because it feels so fucking good. The slight stretch is intoxicating, but I need more.
Bishop’s lips trail along my neck as his deft fingers slowly unbutton his shirt that hangs from my body. The idea of being naked between them is intimidating, especially because I’ve never been naked in front of anyone. I don’t like feeling vulnerable, a trait passed down from my father.
