Page 8 of Their Tracked Obsession

Liv trailed her fingernails down Saint’s chest. “For me?”

“Yeah,” Saint hoarsely whispered. “For you.”

“He touched you in our club, under our goddamn roof, and we can’t take a chance. Not with Phoenix still out there,” I added.

“I guess this reasoning can be an exception,” Liv said as she tossed my jacket at me, and she pulled down her silk pants.

Saint watched her without a peep. His eyes laser focused on her while I admired the curves of her body. Exquisite. Voluminous. Liv stole my breath away as she slipped out of her panties.

I groaned at the sight of our obsession. Half naked. For us. God. I was glad to be home. The kill was the thrill, but she was the prize.

Leisurely, Liv went over each ripple of Saint’s abs and bent forward to plant featherlike kisses on his neck. She sent a chill of desire through me when she dug her nails into his skin and he hissed. A bright red trail glimmered from the sensual pain she inflicted.

Fuck. Our future wife, the obsession our dreams had formed with our darkness. Our corruption had taken her further to the dark side. We didn’t deserve her, but we owned her. She had let us in, and she was ours forever.

Liv pulled her head back and cupped Saint’s manhood. He had an enormous bulge in his pants, and he ached for her the same as I did. I unzipped my pants at the same time that she undid his. I had to free the strain of my erection because the metal teeth of my jeans were painfully eating at me.

“Good girl, darling,” Saint whispered with lust as she stroked his cock. “Spit on me.”

Liv obeyed. She puckered her lips, and saliva dribbled down onto the tip while she worked his shaft. I stroked on my dick, but I dry-dogged it. Not giving a shit. I was a one-man show while I watched the two people I loved most in this world get it on.

What more could a man ask for?

Liv did the unthinkable and switched things up. She bent over and took Saint right into the back of her throat. I got the best show on the entire planet. Ocean-blue eyes swirling with desire as he moaned with delight at me right over the crack of Liv’s ass.

Christ. I had to grab the edge of the wall to keep myself steady.

I worked my dick faster while Liv made the most intense gagging sounds I’d ever heard escape her, and I couldn’t wait for my turn. For her lips to wrap around me and swallow me whole, but Saint deserved this special fucking treatment from our girl.

Saint had held the poor bastard. Strangled him from behind while I stood in front of the man who touched Liv. He let me do the honors of bleeding him dry with the crimson liquid spilling from him onto my jacket. I got to watch the life leave his eyes, and I’d get to watch Saint do the honors of fucking our girl.

To share was to fucking care.

I cared. I cared a whole fucking lot. My devotion to Liv was as much as Saint’s dedication to her, and when he made her sit on his cock—I rooted for him while she rode him.

Five

Her Destiny

Saint

Fuck me .

I squeezed Liv’s plump thighs, grazed my fingertips up to her hips, and enjoyed the ride. Up and down she went. Eyes closed, lips partially parted, sighing, and lost in euphoria. A completely vivid fever dream, but a reality. She was our girl. Our forever.

I couldn’t wait to call her my wife.

“Yes. Take his cock, sweetheart,” Sin hissed behind Liv while he ran a hand through his hair and pumped his dick. “Such a good girl showing us how bad you are.”

Liv shuddered at my best friend’s words, and her rhythm picked up. She circled her fucking hips like magic—a majestic dance to her own beat while my cock throbbed inside her. She tossed her head back each time I thrust up because I couldn’t sit goddamn still with her screwing me.

She was far too tempting, similar to candy nobody should touch, but one couldn’t help themselves and took a bite. The same way I wanted to nibble on the exposed skin busting out of her shirt. Her tits bounced in front of my face with her nipples as pebbled as ever. I bit a rosy bud through the fabric of her shirt.

Liv moaned.

Fuck.

Liv had gotten comfortable and worn a white see-through tank with no bra once she got back home. There was no fucking way I’d let her leave the house wearing this skimpy material. Every goddamn asshole outside these walls would prey on her perky nipples.