Page 67 of Hide Little Traitor

I had to have a quick shower before we left the house because I was still covered in Kingston’s cum, and it seemed wrong to get into a helicopter with all of them smelling like him. I picked up the first pair of underwear I could reach in my rush, and that turned out to be a thong that I’m still questioning whether it can be considered panties.

Two fingers find my clit, still aching from not being allowed to come earlier. “I missed your pretty pussy as well, Siren. I should have known the first time I felt your cunt clench around my fingers that I’d crave it for the rest of my life.”

A soft moan escapes at his filthy words.

“How long has Kingston been depriving my sweet siren?” he murmurs.

“He hasn’t let me come,” I admit. “He keeps edging me, but he never lets me fall.”

“Has he fucked you?”

“No,” I reply immediately, my hips moving in time with his fingers.

“My poor girl,” he croons.

Ryker dips his fingers lower, moving through the evidence of my arousal with a deep rumble.

“So wet for me, Siren.”

“Please,” I whimper. “Please let me come.”

“Such a good girl asking for what you need.”

Two long fingers dip into my aching heat, the stretch adding to how desperate my body is for the pleasure it’s been denied for days.

“You gotta be quiet for me, Siren. Unless you want an audience, of course. I know how hard you came when I fucked you out in the open with Ronan watching.”

The reminder makes my chest tighten. At the time it was an act of revenge, but now? Now the idea of one of them watching Ryker fuck me adds to my growing desire.

Repressing my sex drive all those years after I escaped has made me a mess of need now that I’ve awoken it again.

He chuckles against the shell of my ear. “What do you think King would do if he walked in right now?”

“He’d probably lose it,” I whine, my hips moving in time with Ryker’s too-slow pumps. He’s building me up, making sure the release I’ve been desperate for is worth the wait. But I need more.

I need everything.

“He’s not very good at sharing, it seems.”

“And you are?” I challenge.

“I’m very good at getting what I want, and if that means making a compromise like sharing, I won’t hesitate.” His lips drag up my throat until they rest against the shell of my ear. “Is that what you imagine at night, Siren? Being passed around between the four of us? Us using you for our own pleasure and dragging orgasm after orgasm from your perfect body?”

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to catch the moan that tries to escape, but my body tells him everything he needs to know. I clench around his fingers, the fantasy that’s lingered in the back of my mind the last week.

“Dirty girl,” Ryker muses, dragging his fingers over the front wall of my pussy, finding the perfect spot to bring me right to the edge. “Did Ronan ever fuck your ass when you were teenagers?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Just once.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was…different.”

“Hmm. Well, if you’re going to take all four of us, we’ll need to get you used to having something in your perfect ass.”

Ryker shifts his hips, pressing his very hard length against my bare thigh and leaving a trail of precum on my skin.

“Once we’ve trained your ass, we’ll move on to your pussy. I bet you’ll fucking love being stuffed full of our cocks.”