Page 21 of Crucible
Khalil’s voice is thick with lust when he speaks. “Look at her, brother.”
“I’ve seen her.”
I’m wound tight and feeling all kinds of exposed when he drags his gaze away from the girl to hold mine. “Thenlook againand tell me you don’t want a piece.”
I can’t.
I’ve been so careful not to let my attention linger for that very reason. It feels like a trap for how tempting she is. How easily she calls to my baser instincts like a dog to a whistle. It’s all too convenient how she just appeared out of thin air right when the three of us were splitting at the seams.
I know I shouldn’t trust it, but my dick doesn’t care. Spy or not, she’s a warm, wet hole to get lost in.
Unable to resist the pull, my magnetized gaze is drawn back to the bed, and I don’t look away this time. I drink her in like I’m dying of thirst, and she’s an oasis in the middle of the desert.
Because she fucking is.
She’s everything we’ve been silently craving. The only thing we’ve been without in nine long celibate years.
She’s on her back, but her head is thrown to the side, exposing the graceful slope of her neck and hiding some of her face.
The half I can see pours liquid fire into my belly and hardens my cock.
Even with her eyes closed, she’s fucking breathtaking.
And her body? Fuck me. I want to commit despicable acts to that body.
There’s no recognition, but it doesn’t calm the violence swirling inside, pushing me to punish her for finding us and stirring this storm inside of me.
Maybe if I explore all those curves, I’ll uncover all her secrets.
Those wide hips, fuckable tits, and thick thighs would be a perfect place to start. She’s more Khalil’s type than mine, but those lips…those plump, rosy lips were molded for fucking, and I can’t look away. They’re parted as she sleeps, and the soft snores that escape sound like moans to my horny ears.
Take it.
She wants it.
She’s practically begging for it.
Mine.
I inhale deeply, but it’s a mistake. Her scent fills my nose, and I groan. Her perfume or shampoo pollutes the air, mixing with her sweat and blood and lingering terror. It’s fading, but it’s there. Something inside me clings to it.
Chases it.
Wantsit.
“Dibs on her ass,” Seth blurts, breaking the spell.
Suddenly, I’m aware that I’m standing closer to the bed, my hand reaching for…I quickly lower it before anyone notices.
“How do you think she got here?” Khalil asks. He’s all business once again—at least for now.
“She came from the sky,” Seth answers reverently, and I groan. He’s already obsessed, and we don’t even know her name.
“Seth,” I force out through gritted teeth. “She didn’t—”
I stop myself when I remember the plane crash. I’m too used to dismissing the shit Seth spews as insanity, but right now, it’s the only thing that makes sense.
These mountains are mostly uncharted and closed to tourists for most of the year. No one else lives here or even comes this far up. It’s too dangerous. We’ve been the only ones desperate enough to take our chances with the mountain rather than what’s waiting for us the moment we step off it.
