Page 30 of Flesh & Divinity

“That mouth,” he grits out, “was made for eating this ass.”

I feel her shift, feel the change in the angle of her and then she is peering around Jaq and watches me eat my man’s ass.

“This is the most devastating thing I have ever seen,” she breathes between ragged inhales. “Please don't stop, I'm so close⁠—”

Jaq increases his force and lifts me with each thrust, driving me deeper into her. I release my hold on Jaq’s balls and part his ass wider, then lose myself completely in the madness of this moment.

“I'm going to fill her ass up with my cum,” Jaq shouts, his movements turning frenzied. I am right there with him, right at the edge of something enormous that has been building since the moment she stumbled onto this island and refused to be what we needed her to be.

“Fuck us harder,” Gus bellows.

She obeys for exactly two thrusts before she shatters, her pussy clenching our cocks as she screams out and milks our dicks for everything they are worth. Gus doesn't stop, driving into her harder, and I grip the rug beneath us, while Jaq roars her name and empties everything he has into her.

“Duke,” Jaq's voice says as he tips over, saying my name like it's the last word he knows.

I barely register it. I am already drowning.

Jaq pulls free and collapses beside us. A beat later I grip her waist and slam into her, not for her, not for anyone except the release cresting inside me and her screams bounce off the kitchen walls. I roar when it finally detonates and the shockwaves roll through me unchecked. I experience something so complete and devastating it borders on grief.

My breathing is ragged when I surface.

I look at her.

She looks at me.

And I feel it, the thing I have been refusing to feel since the night she got here and I told myself it was only revenge.

I pull out and she whimpers at the loss of it. I help her off the floor and she leans into me for a moment, boneless, before Jaq reaches out and pulls her down beside him. She goes without resistance, her head dropping to his shoulder, completely, devastatingly trusting.

I sit against the opposite cabinet and stare at the two of them for a long time.

She fits us.

That's the problem.

“We need to move. I spotted more scavengers when we chased her down.” Gus's voice is quiet, aimed at me across the kitchen. He is already dressed, standing at the door, and the look in his eyes is the one he wears when he’s already arrived at a conclusion and is waiting for everyone else to catch up.

I pull my pants on and cross to him.

“The cave?” I ask.

“They will come for her here, they’ve seen her now. We’re outnumbered and we’re not ready to break free of this place, yet.”

I look back at her across the kitchen.

“We can't force a confession out of her,” Gus says quietly.

“We need her to admit she lied, escaping this fucking rock will mean nothing if she doesn’t. You won’t be able to go home.”

“Is that what you want?” He holds my gaze. “To go back there and be our dirty little secret again?”

The question lands differently than I expect.

“What?”

“We go back there and we’ll never be able to be open about our relationship, Duke.” His voice carries something that sounds almost like grief. “She won't surrender the only leverage she has.”

“She has to. You both have to claim your place at his side. If you don’t, things will never change.”