by Fox, Logan
Lars waited at the foot of the bed as if he’d read Finn’s mind. But first he stared. At Cora, at Finn. How he’d opened her for him. Finn ran both his hands over her thighs, driving his fingers through her damp curls and parting her pussy. Lars groaned deep in his throat and clambered onto the bed.
He had his cock in one hand, balancing on the other, and was about to fuck Cora when the bedroom door opened again.
Bailey entered, trailed by another.
Kane.
Finn sat up, making Cora moan something that sounded like a curse.
“Shh,” Lars murmured, laying a hand on Finn’s shoulder and easing him back on the bed.
When he threw Lars a scathing glare, the man had the fucking audacity to grin at him. He gritted his teeth, intent on beating the living shit from Kane, but then Lars’s smile turned lewd.
“What better punishment?” he murmured.
He held eye contact for a long moment, his smile deepening the harder Finn scowled at him.
“Please,” Cora crooned, her hands fumbling under her for Finn’s dick. “Someone just fuck me.”
So he did.
He took his cock in a hand, glaring solidly at Lars, and thrust himself into Cora. She cried out breathlessly, body twisting with a wanton need she seemed barely capable of controlling… if at all.
He heard the unmistakable snick of a hammer being drawn back. Finn’s gaze flickered to the right. Bailey had a gun to Kane’s head, and Kane had his hands in the air, bent at the elbows as if he’d caught out red handed.
“Move,” Bailey said in a low growl that did debaucherous things to Finn’s cock, and took a step forward. Kane’s neck bent how he pushed that Glock against the man’s temple.
But he took a step forward as Finn pulled out of Cora. Another as he thrust back inside her. Lars watched him approach, a manic grin on his face, and his cock still in a death grip in pale hands.
“Like what you see, don’t you?” Lars’s grin turned into a sneer. “It’ll never be yours, you piece of shit.”
Lars dipped his hips, the tip of his cock against Finn’s length as he drew out of Cora’s cunt. The instant he was free, Lars thrust into her. The man bowed over her, groaning with blatant pleasure as he went deeper.
Cora reached for Lars’s face, perhaps trying to grab him up for a kiss, but Finn grabbed her wrists and held her pinned.
Lars kissed her anyway, but it was a short, angry clash of lips that made her breath flutter out of her like butterfly wings.
Finn waited for Lars to pull out before he speared in her again.
Fuck, it was getting hot inside her. Hot and so wet. He loved how much she loved this — him owning her. Loaning her out to anyone he chose.
His head lolled to the side, catching Kane’s expression. The man stared at them fucking with a hard jaw and parted lips. The hands he held up shook, and Finn saw his hard-on clear as day through his pants.
Let the fucker watch. He’d never—
Sharp fingertips caught his jaw. Wrenched him to face Lars. The man dove, catching him in a brutal kiss.
Their fucking fell into a steady, rocking rhythm that had Cora bucking and gasping between them like a trapped mare.
“Mercy,” came a deep, husky voice. It held a touch of reverence, perhaps even fear.
Finn fucked her as if there was no possibility of her breaking between them. And Lars shoved a tongue in Finn’s mouth, demanding every ounce of his being as their cocks slid against each other every time one of them left or thrust into Cora’s wet, pulsing cunt.
“Harder!” came Cora’s whimpering demand. Finn still held her hands at his side, so she had no way of touching her clit. But as if that had been his cue, a cool body brushed against Finn, bringing him a now familiar scent — Bailey.
But who was watching Kane?
Finn tore apart his kiss with Lars. The man sat up, spreading Cora’s legs even wider as he stared down at her pussy while he fucked her. Bailey was on the bed, shirt off and struggling with his jeans, but his eyes fixed on Cora’s clit as if, if that’s all he looked at, it would be all he saw.
Not the men fucking. No other cocks in sight. Just him and Cora.
It made Finn angry, knowing he thought like that, but it made him kind of smug too. Bailey would never have what the three of them had — their unreserved, hedonistic passion, so easily fulfilled it was as much greed as it was gluttony.
His eyes found Kane then. Found and stuck.
Kane had his hand down the front of his jeans. Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, a bulge moving in rhythm with how he jerked himself off.
There would be no coming if he didn’t allow it. Not for anyone tonight.
When they locked eyes, a smirk fell over Kane’s mouth. The man drew out his hand and lifted both arms.
Surrender.
And then he approached the bed, for all the world as if he’d earned a rightful place on it.
“Back up,” Finn growled.
Cora moaned at the sound, and Lars lost his rhythm. Bailey didn’t seem to notice — he had Cora’s clit in his mouth and might have been visiting someone across the pond for all the attention he paid Finn.
“Sure?” Kane cocked his head to the side. “Looks like fun.”
“That’s the point.” Finn pushed Bailey away and sent Cora and Lars tumbling as he rose. Everyone went still, Cora even cupping her hands over her breasts as if she’d only just realized Kane was in the room.
Finn wanted to sneer at the thought, but he climbed off the bed and stalked up to Kane instead.
Surprisingly, the man held his ground.
Not surprisingly, the bulge in the front of his pants became even more blatant the closer Finn got.
He grabbed a fistful of Kane’s hair, jerking the man’s head back so he could look in his eyes.
There was something wrong with him.
Finn grabbed Kane’s jaw, wrenching his head further back. It had to be a painful angle to be held at, but Kane didn’t complain. If anything, his gaze softened into something approaching reverence.
Fingers touched Finn’s dick where it stood hard and proud from his body, still coated with Cora’s wetness. Kane gripped him hard enough to make Finn wince and then pumped him hard.
The muscles on Kane’s shoulders stood out as Finn forced him to his knees. Their bodies shook, each fighting the other.
Finn won.
Beast won.
And it claimed Kane without hesitation.
Sinking his thumbs between Kane’s jaws, Finn levered open the man’s mouth.
Hateful eyes considered him, turned lustful, flickered back to rage. But writhe as he might, Finn’s grip on his head obviously made him reconsider his ability to escape this without harm.
Because he had to know Finn could crush his skin if he as much as blinked wrong.
Finn angled the tip of his cock between Kane’s lips, held it there for a second, and then shoved himself deep into the man’s mouth.
Kane gagged, his nails digging into Finn’s wrists and arms.
But he never broke eye contact. Never looked away. And that flickering — night versus day — never ceased. Not even when Finn came seconds later, making Kane gag noisily. The man fell away from him with a loud retch, swiping at his face where cum had escaped his mouth.
Finn watched, milking his cock.
When he glanced over his shoulder, Cora, Bailey, and Lars all stared at him as if he’d gone mad.
Fuck, he probably had. He’d never done something like that before — forcing himself on someone. But, although Kane had resisted initially, that had changed the second he’d had Finn’s cock in his mouth.
“What’s wrong with you?” Finn asked, turning back to Kane.
The man pushed up to his knees, swayed, and grinned up at Finn like a lunatic. “What, did you fake it?” he asked through a laugh.
Finn grabbed him by the hair, despite how Kane ducked to get away from him. He hauled him to his feet and released hi
m. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked again, searching Kane’s eyes for that flicker he’d seen earlier.
“Nothing,” Kane said, voice rough. “But I guess the same can’t be said for you, or your buddies.” Kane’s gaze moved away from Finn, sliding over everyone behind him.
“Oh, there’s plenty wrong with us,” Lars chimed in from the bed.
Finn threw him a glare. Lars had stretched out on his side, naked, twirling a lock of Cora’s hair in his fingers as if he was a prince and she was one of his harem girls.
What did that make Bailey, whose eyes kept darting from Finn to Kane as if he expected them to start punching each other any second?
To an outsider, they probably looked an odd bunch. Cora, her four men. All seeming satisfied with having to share.
He was still staring at them over his shoulder when Kane moved closer to him. The man’s body heat washed over him, as did the smell of dried blood and cum.
Air moved over Finn’s neck as Kane whispered, “I got a freak inside me too.” Kane drew back a little, catching Finn’s eye. “Wanna meet him?”
* * *
Milo took a step back, and Kane took a step forward. Was this guy, so blatantly the group’s alpha, going to let him stay, or would they kill him like they’d promised with their eyes?
Somehow, he’d crossed a line. He wasn’t sure when, or how, but perhaps a guy needed permission to fuck Milo’s slut. Or perhaps he hadn’t seen his bitch writhing with such uninhibited pleasure before.
Jealousy accounted for a lot.
Milo retreated another step.
Kane followed.
The guy stepped aside and waved a hand to the bed.
An invitation… or a trap?
Bailey stood at the foot of the bed, his chest covered with tattoos and his eyes narrow with suspicion. Lars lay stretched like a cat, with their Cora huddled in front of him.
All waiting.
All watching.
Kane unbuckled his belt, keeping Milo in his peripherals. Until he knew this wasn’t a setup, he’d have to keep his eyes on him.
“Finn,” Cora murmured, touching the cut on the front of her throat as if him just being near her made the pain come back.
Milo didn’t even look at her. Instead, he snaked out a hand and grabbed her hair. None to gently, either.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he asked, voice deadpan.
Kane paused, but not because of what Milo had said. He’d only just realized that he’d almost sliced Cora’s throat exactly where Milo wore a scar.
He hadn’t gone deep enough to affect the girl’s voice, however.
“I… I don’t—”
Milo turned away from Kane, facing the bed. Using his grip in the girl’s hair, he drew her to her knees and up against his bare torso.
They kissed, looking desperate for the taste of each other. And then he pulled her away and gazed at her body. Without warning, Milo slid his hand between her legs.
Cora gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Liar,” Milo grated.
He spun away from her and held her head up as if he was showing Kane a prize puppy from a pedigree litter.
The room grew silent. The balcony’s curtains shifted in a breeze, a few lone snowflakes blowing inside. And then even that fell away.
Kane’s dick was going to tear through his pants.
It had to be a trap.
He took a step back. Cora’s eyes widened, and she gave her head the smallest of shakes.
Warning him?
Another step, and he half-turned before a sound stopped him.
A hammer being cocked.
Kane dropped his gaze to the floor. It had come from the side.
Bailey?
That fucker still hadn’t given up, had he? He knew every fucking thing there was to know about him, and still he wouldn’t cut him any slack.
Kane sneered at him, but it did nothing to lower the weapon aimed at him.
“You want me to fuck her?” His voice sounded incredulous, even in his own ears.
“I thought you were sending your friend out to play with us.”
This came from Milo.
Kane twisted to look at him, sneer slipping away.
He’d said that?
Why would he—?
A shot went off. Cora gasped again, and there was nothing pleasant to the sound this time. Kane opened his eyes, waiting for pain to spread through his body… but it never came.
Bailey drew back the hammer. “Next one’s taking out an eye.”
“I think you’d look dashing in an eye patch,” Lars said. “Hard pass on the wooden leg, though. Never been a fan of splinters.”
Kane glanced over his shoulder. The slug had buried itself in the wall behind him. Judging from the angle, it had missed his head by less than an inch.
No, it hadn’t missed. The bullet had landed exactly where Bailey had intended it to.
“Mercy,” he muttered, working the top button of his jeans as he made for the bed.
Cora stiffened at his approach, eyes growing round. Before he got there, Lars untangled Milo’s hand from Cora’s hair and drew her down onto the bed. It almost seemed gentle, compared with how Milo shoved his hand between the girl’s legs again. He smeared his fingers over her cunt and pushed her legs open.
Her moan made Kane’s cock throb to be out.
In the history of fucked up things, this was top of the list.
But fuck it, why not?
He was going to hell anyway.
* * *
Cora’s entire body trembled when Kane stepped up to the bed. Her skin thrilled from Finn’s harsh touch as much as the gentle grip Lars had on her shoulders to keep her down. Her head fell to the side, and she caught Bailey’s eyes.
He watched her for a moment, then his eyes flickered back to Kane. To her, to Kane. He came forward in a rush, pressing his gun to the side of Kane’s head.
“Now.”
Kane’s neck bent to the side how Bailey pushed the muzzle into his temple. He closed the distance and gingerly grabbed a hold of her ankle as if to prevent her kicking him.
Finn grabbed the other. He wrenched her leg to the side, and she pressed her eyes closed before she saw Kane’s gaze drop.
“Open,” came Lars’s voice by her ear. He’d wrapped around her, cradling her head on his hip. Her eyes fluttered open, but that was obviously not what he meant. He reached around her with his long arms, fingertips teasing her as he parted her pussy.
Kane swallowed visibly, ducked his hips, and thrust into her — guiding his cock with one hand as he held her ankle to the side with the other.
She shuddered, eyes wanting to close. This time, it was Finn’s voice who roused her.
“Look at me.”
Icy fire swirled through her veins and tears collected in her eyes as she considered disobeying him.
But he was right. This was what she’d wanted. And he would give it to her, but only if she could still look him in the eyes.
Did he want to see if she loved him after? Was that it?
Cora opened her eyes, freeing tears that rolled down her temples and dampened her hair. Lars kissed them off her skin and nuzzled her ear as Kane eased out of her.
Finn’s eyes were a thunderstorm — a bruised sky ready to lash out with lightning and hail.
He cupped her face in a hand, turning her to him. And then he bent down and kissed her.
Kane thrust into her, and she couldn’t help but gasp into Finn’s mouth. The next thrust was so hard it made her moan, but Finn refused to stop kissing her. Lars had been exploring Kane’s cock where it burrowed into her, but he moved one hand to her clit instead.
Because, she realized, Finn had taken Kane’s cock in his hand.
A second later, he forced Kane’s cock inside her, his fist slamming against her pelvis and wrenching a breathless cry from her.
Oh fuck, she wouldn’t survive this. She couldn’t.
How?
“Harder,” came a disembodied voice somewhere above her.
She thought it was Finn, despite how his tongue drew at her and his lips bruised her mouth.
But no. It was Bailey.
A shudder coursed through her at the command in his voice.
Her back arched from the bed, her and Finn’s kiss breaking as a barely tamped down wail clattering in her throat.
Her eyes flashed open, latching onto Kane.
He looked as shocked as she felt. His jaw bunched, and he slammed into her again, wrapping his fingers around her hips so she couldn’t move back on the bed.
But that was all she had time to see. Finn dragged her head back and consumed her again.
And Kane kept strumming her clit as if he hadn’t realized she’d already come. She struggled and whined, trying to get out from under his fingers, away from his cock… but they’d all turned against her.
Lars held her down, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his fingers as he nibbled her earlobe.
“You like getting fucked like this?” Lars whispered. “Having us hold you down for some stranger?”
She convulsed, but whether in pleasure or pain she couldn’t tell. Finn knocked away Kane’s hand and massaged her clit himself, drawing back from their kiss. His hot breath warmed her lips as he watched her squirm under his fingertips.
“Don’t ever forget who you belong to, Cora,” Finn said. “You’re mine.” His eyes flickered away for a moment, touching dismissively to where Kane thrust into her. “Doesn’t matter who I give you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, not recognizing her own voice.
Finn’s eyes darted away again. “You done yet?” he growled.
Kane’s eyes went wide and then narrowed a second later. “Jesus fuck,” he muttered. His jaw went slack, a groan coming from deep in his throat as he forced his cock deep into her and came.
Finn’s gaze was on her again. “Again.”
He slipped his fingers around Kane’s cock and stroked hard against her backdoor.
She clenched around Kane’s dick as she came a second time that night. She realized she had her nails in someone, but they didn’t even make a sound as she drew blood from their flesh.