She nods against my mouth, hips pushing back into Tristian. “I want… I can take more. More.”
It feels like someone just punched me right in the solar plexus. “Fucking A,” I breathe, awed that I somehow managed to stumble into something this lucky. It’s not just that she’s so eager to have her ass stuffed, either. It’s that she’s a pretty girl who knows me, understands me, and can handle all the messed up bullshit that comes along with it. A bitch who can bite back. A muse who can inspire a symphony with nothing more than a sleepy morning sigh and the serpentine curl of her naked body. A runaway who always returns. A woman who can face us down while getting on her knees for us.
An actual fucking Queen.
I kiss her hard and deep, muttering thoughtless, embarrassing nonsense in between plunges of my tongue. Shit like, “You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” and, “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” and, “Want to make you bleed.”
The last one is said with the thinnest thread of restraint, and I kind of can’t stand that Tristian and Killer hear it, because it’s not the way it sounds. They wouldn’t get it.
But Story does.
“Yeah,” she gasps, fingers threading through my hair. “Just like that. Please.”
Tristian makes a small, disapproving noise. This is why I fuck her in my room. “You want him to fuck you,” Tristian says, making way for my fingers when I reach back to feel the stretch around his own. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
Her eyes meet mine just as I sink a finger in alongside Tristian’s. “Yes.”
“Tell us exactly what you want,” Tristian softly demands. “You are, after all, our Queen.”
My gaze bolts up to his, and I realize he’s feeling it, too. That Story Austin is more than just a Lady. There’s only one person who could be here right now, taking all of us, in every way imaginable, because maybe we made her, shaped her to suit our own twisted fantasies, fucked her up too much for someone normal and nice. But she’s molded us just as much.
The four of us have absolutely ruined each other for anyone else.
Her eyes flash at the word—Queen—and I realize she loves the title just as much as we love bestowing it on her. It’s not like she hasn’t earned it. She’s sacrificed everything for the position. “Remember that night?” She turns to glance at Tristian over her shoulder, her fiery eyes following our arms and wrists, disappearing behind her. “The camera in my room. When I touched myself for you?”
Tristian has a lot of room to talk about two pump chumps. He looks like he’s about to explode. “Of course, I remember.”
She wets her lips, nodding. “You said…you told me not to…finger myself. You didn’t want anything inside me but you. The three of you.” Killian spits a low curse, drawing her attention. It’s why, when she speaks, she’s staring into his eyes, hips rocking back onto our fingers. “That’s what I want. I don’t want you coming anywhere else but inside me.”
All three of us freeze, and I can’t speak for the others, but I take a second to get past the shock of her making such a dirty fucking request to actually parse the contents. A few months ago, this girl couldn’t even look us in the eye as we took our pleasure. Now she’s asking to be our cum dumpster?
Killer’s chest caves with a low, tortured laugh. “Trust me, that’s the last fucking thing you want.”
“Baby, if you took every load we made, you’d never get a break,” I agree, thrusting my finger deeper. “You’d have jizz coming out your eyeballs.”
Tristian’s fingers move again. “You’re seriously underestimating how much we jerk off. But, hey, hey,” he’s quick to add, sensing the same thing I am. The clench of her ass. The way she’s closing up. “Maybe we can try saving it up for you, hm?” He curves over her back to press a kiss to her shoulder, his free hand wrapping around the delicate column of her throat. “Try,” he stresses. “That means you’ll have to be a little more…” Tristian seems at a loss for how to finish that sentence.
But I’m not. “Available.”
Killian tips up to mouth at her nipple. “Willing.”
“It’s like Rath said.” Tristian muffles his laugh into her shoulder. “You’d never get a fucking break.”
Her jaw falls open, but her eyes slide closed. “O-okay.”