Page 44 of Freed By Wrath

Fabien isn’t far behind.

By the time they reach us, Isaac’s lips brush the shell of my ear, his voice dropping into a teasing murmur only inches away.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

The other two hear him anyway.

Judging by the grins spreading across their faces… They couldn’t agree more.

“She is,” Fabien says, gently tucking a damp strand of hair behind my ear before pressing a kiss to my temple. His thumb lingers against my cheek. “Are you sore?”

I nod.

Concern flickers across all three of their faces so quickly it almost hurts to see.

“We’ll take it easy, then,” Isaac says without hesitation but my eyes quickly drift to Slash.

He’s watching me with that infuriatingly knowing smile, the one that always makes me feel like he can hear thoughts I haven’t spoken aloud.

Somehow… He knows that’s not what I want.

“Fuck,” Slash mutters, eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of me spread on the desk, flushed and dripping on Isaac’s fingers. “She doesn’t want easy, brothers. Isn’t that right, trouble?”

I bite my lip and nod. “Yes.”

Slash’s smirk turns predatory. He always seems to know exactly what I need before I even say it.

“Good girl.” He steps closer and runs his thumb across my bottom lip. “Then we’re going to give you everything.” He glances at the others. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

They don’t even let me walk.

Isaac lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me down the hall. Slash leads the way and pushes open the door to his bedroom.

The second I see it, a surprised smile tugs at my lips.

The room is pure Slash—dark, luxurious, and unapologetically obsessed with Halloween. Deep orange and black walls, warm amber lighting from antique lamps, and a massive four-poster bed draped in black silk sheets with orange accents. A few intricately carved pumpkins glow softly on the dresser, and delicate bat-shaped string lights twinkle along the headboard. The air smells like cinnamon, clove, smoked vanilla, and leather. It’s sexy, slightly spooky, and completely him.

Isaac lays me down gently in the middle of the huge bed, the cool silk kissing my skin.

I sink back against the pillows, my legs falling open instinctively as Slash climbs onto the mattress beside me. Bracing himself on one arm, he leans over me with a wicked grin, close enough to steal another kiss without pinning me beneath him.

“You really decorated your bedroom like this?” I ask, half-laughing, half-breathless.

“What can I say? Halloween’s my favorite holiday.”

“So was mine,” I whisper, and his eyes darken with heat as he leans down, brushing his lips against mine.

“Let’s make it present tense then, trouble.”

I chuckle softly against his mouth, but the sound melts into a deep moan as Slash kisses me hungrily, tongue stroking mine.

At the same time, Isaac kneels between my spread thighs, and I notice he’s no longer wearing his mask. The sight of his full face, sharp features, dark tousled hair, and brown eyes gone nearly black with want, makes him look even sexier. Ink spills across his throat and collarbones before disappearing beneath what remains of his shirt, leaving me wondering if the tattoo continues all the way down both arms.

Isaac’s mouth descends on my pussy without hesitation. He licks me slowly and reverently, savoring every fold, dragging his tongue from my entrance up to my clit in long, luxurious strokes while Slash continues devouring my mouth.

When Fabien returns with the lube, Slash pulls back slightly and takes it from him.

He looks down at me with dark, hungry eyes. “We’re going to take our time with you tonight. I want you dripping and desperate before we fill every hole. Understand?”