Page 109 of Stay Little Fighter

Ryker’s hands run down my back, leaving a shiver in their wake. “Tilt her hips a little,” he says softly, and Damon shifts me without hesitation.

The fact they haven’t snapped anything snarky at one another yet is nothing short of a miracle, but they don’t give me a chance to truly appreciate it before Ryker’s thick fingers are brushing over my tight ring of muscles.

I cry out, my orgasm rushing toward me with so much force it steals the air from my lungs.

“There it is,” Damon rumbles. “You’re so desperate to get our cocks inside you, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes!”

Ryker’s fingers disappear for a moment, and when they return, they’re covered in a thick coat of lube.

I’m still lost in the fog of my release when he slips a thick finger inside me and then I’m screaming with a second orgasm right on top of the first.

“Holy fuck,” Damon growls.

“Oh, you are worked up, aren’t you, Siren?” Ryker chuckles against the shell of my ear as he slides a second finger inside me beside the first. “Did all that violence today get our girl all hot and bothered?”

“Yes,” I sob into Damon’s throat. “Fuck, yes.”

They each let out a string of curses as the cap of the bottle is clicked open behind me.

“Our perfect match,” Ryker grunts as he gives himself a few rough strokes.

“Put me inside you, baby,” Damon grinds out.

I slip my hand between us, my cheeks heating when I feel how wet I am, but I quickly shake it off and notch the head of him against my entrance.

“Slide down nice and slow for me, Duchess.”

Swallowing heavily, I lower myself onto his hardness, a deep groan escaping me at the delicious stretch. “Oh god,” I sob, biting down on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming.

Ryker chuckles, positioning himself against my back and dragging his cock over the puckered hole. “You’d be better off screaming for the devil when you’re pressed between us, Siren.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

RYKER

NOW

Sharing Chloe with Damon is…easy.

I’m not sure if it’s because we’re so locked in on giving her as much pleasure as possible, or if it’s something else entirely, but I have more pressing things on my mind other than how well I fuck my girl with someone I loathed just a few weeks ago.

Damon stills her hips, not allowing her to grind on him the way she so desperately wants. We’ll give her everything she needs once we’re both inside her.

“Take a breath for me, Siren. I’ll tell you when to let it out.”

She rests her head against his throat and does as she’s told.

I notch myself against the tight rosebud and push gently. “Let it out, baby.”

My head slips in with ease, dragging a rough groan from all three of us.

“God, you’re so tight,” I rumble, sinking inside her as slowly as I can force myself to.

“You’re doing so good,” Damon praises. “Look at how well you take us.”

“More,” she sobs. “I need more. Please. More.”