I move my hand back up to the waistband of her pants and slip my hand inside, my fingertips trace her slit. Her breathing picks up as I rub her clit in a circular motion. Ryland growls, and my eyes snap to his, his eyes are pitch black orbs, watching my hand move between her legs, feeling her getting wetter. I ram my finger inside her, making her gasp, then add another and curl them inside her. Her thighs open, allowing me more room as I fuck her with my fingers.
Ryland makes a strangled noise in his throat, his lips part, and I smirk. He wants her, the hunger clearly evident on his face, his hands dig into his knees, and he looks like he wants to pounce on her.
“Ryland,” I snap at him when he tries to move. Her eyes flutter back open and go to him as she reaches her hand out to him.
He stares at it and looks at me. I sigh, and he knows I am giving her what she wants as a devious smile lights up his face. Ryland grips the waistband of her pants and tugs them down, revealing my fingers, moving in and out of her. I pull my fingers from her as he settles between her legs on the couch. Just as I do, he grabs my hand, sucking on my fingers, and I feel my cock jump in my pants at the sensation of his hot tongue, tasting her on my fingers.
Ryland’s lips go to her thigh and he sucks on it. Her breath gets caught in her throat when he licks a line from her ass to clit, her back arches as her nails dig into my jeans. Ryland’s lips devour her before I hear Thaddeus’ voice flit through my head.
I know he only went outside to have a smoke, to calm himself down, and I have to try not to smile when I hear his voice as he forces himself into my mind. “Do you know how hard it is to stay mad at her when I can feel how turned on she is right now?”
“You’re welcome to join us,” I tell him, and he scoffs. “You know she won’t stay mad at you; not while she is like this.”
“No, I have something to do; I will be back in a few hours,” he says.
My mind becomes my own again. Ryland’s eyes are on me; he must have realized Thaddeus was in my head. I shake my head, and his eyes go back to her as he pulls her thighs apart further and plunges his tongue in her; she bucks her hips against his face. My hand trails down to her shirt as I peel it off her and unclasp her bra. Her full breasts bounce free and I palm one roughly, pinching her nipple, making her cry out at the sudden pain.
Ryland suddenly sits up, pulling her to him, and she pouts, jutting out her bottom lip. She doesn’t want him to stop, and I can feel how close she is, feel how much she wants us to fuck her. Ryland kisses her and grips her around the waist to pull her onto his lap so I can remove my pants.
I bite her plump little ass and ram my fingers inside her. Ryland kisses her breasts as she moves her hips against my fingers. My thumb presses against the tight muscles of her ass right before I push it in, making her gasp and push back against my hand.
Ryland lifts his hips, pushing his pants down slightly, freeing himself, and I pull my fingers from her as he positions himself underneath her. She wriggles her hips and sinks onto him, letting him fill her. My fingers are slick with her juices, moving between her cheeks as I force them into her tight hole, making her moan as I slip them in and out of her and move her hips against him, riding his cock.
Ryland, gripping her hips, moves them faster as I kneel behind her, kissing her shoulder. I feel her shudder. Using my other hand, I rub her clit while pulling my fingers from her and positioning myself behind her. With one thrust, I push myself inside her, making her cry out at the pain before stilling. My fingers move faster, and I feel her start to relax, her muscles untensing. I can smell Ryland’s blood where her nails dug into his shoulders.
Ryland thrusts up into her, and she lets out a breathy moan. Her head rolls back onto my shoulder, and I kiss the side of her face. “I’m going to move now,” I warn her, and I feel her nod.
I pull out and thrust into her. Her eyes open, she bites her bottom lip and leans forward, using Ryland’s shoulders to brace herself as I thrust into her again. Gripping her hips, I watch myself slip in and out of her, becoming lost in the feeling of myself deep inside her, her arousal building, and I feel her tense, her stomach tightening.
I can tell she is close as she keeps moving her hips to meet our thrusts. Her breathing gets harder. Ryland’s teeth sink into her mark as he finds his own release, sending her over the edge as she milks his cock. I speed up, chasing my release, and I feel my balls tighten before spilling my seed into her.
Evelyn
I wake coated in sweat; burning pain radiates throughout my chest, and I can feel alarm through the bond, making me sit upright. Ryland is asleep next to me. I can hear movement downstairs. Ryland suddenly sits bolt upright and a loud growl leaves his lips. His eyes are pitch black orbs.
I look to the door, and within the blink of an eye, he is gone; I feel air rush past me from his movement. As I chase after him, my heart is pounding in my chest. I race down the stairs, nearly tripping but catching myself before I roll down them.
I can hear things slamming around in the kitchen as I race toward it and freeze in the doorway; my blood runs cold. My entire body goes cold, and fear consumes me; my hands are shaking, and I feel the air become lodged in my throat. Thaddeus leans against the pantry door, drenched in blood, his chest rising and falling as pain ripples through me.
Orion has ripped his shirt down the middle, revealing his chest, which is riddled with what looks like bullet holes.
“Evelyn, get towels!” Orion screams as I stand there in shock.
Thaddeus’ eyes snap open and he faces me as his chest heaves with each breath making a loud wheezing noise. “Evelyn!” Orion screams, and my brain kicks into gear, understanding what he is telling me to do.
I race into the hallway closet, grab whatever my hands land on first and rush back to the kitchen. Ryland’s fingers are in his chest, trying to remove whatever is lodged in it, blood pools on the floor around him, and Ryland screams, yanking his hands away.
“What is it?” Orion asks.
Ryland shakes his head, digging his fingers back into the hole, hissing and jerking away.
Thaddeus’ breath is getting shorter, and he looks on the verge of passing out. I have never seen him like this; he looks weak. Pushing Ryland away, I can see the tips of his fingers are cut open and bleeding, but they aren’t healing. I bury my fingers into the hole in his shoulder that Ryland is working on.