CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Killian's hands. Killian's lips. Killian's tongue.

My body still shudders from the aftershocks of Carter's fingers deep in my pussy. From his teeth on my nipple ring.

My tongue still tastes of Carter's minty breath.

My neck still stings from his bite.

My body burns because it's him looking at me.

Yet he's not the one whose fingers rake through my hair.

It's Killian's.

He possesses me. Owns me. Takes over my body.

As something inside me breaks, I start fearing he might be taking more.

"Isn't she a good girl?" Carter's voice carries to my ears.

He tears me away from my wicked thoughts. Reminds me my lips might be ravaged by Killian, but I'm also his. Carter's.

That's what I've been asking for. Dreaming of. To belong to these two men. To have them love and need one other, same as I need them. I've been worried about what'll happen if I like one of them more.

But here, the way we are, a sense of certainty envelops me. I won't choose. Won't need to.

I might not know Killian very well. What I have for him is more of an attraction than actual feelings. Yet I can tell what I feel will evolve. One day, I'll grow to love him and Carter equally.

Everything's going to work itself out.

Butterflies explode in my belly. Or bees. Definitely bees, swarming into the flowers that are my blossoming insides.

"So good." Killian breaks our kiss. His eyes are hooded. His lips swollen. For the first time since I've met him, I catch a glimpse of his inner madness and it's a beautiful thing. "Tastes like candy. And trouble. Are you trouble, beautiful girl?"

"What do you think?" Carter rips off what's left of my T-shirt over my shoulders.

His lips coast along my naked shoulder. He doesn't reach forward to touch Killian, though I'm aware of how much he needs it.

"The worst kind." Killian Murdock, Carter's stepdad, breaks our heated gaze. He looks over my shoulder at Carter, a small, sinister smirk playing on his lips. "Reminds me of a certain someone."

I feel Carter's smile on my skin. Then Killian's back to assaulting my mouth. His groans and grasp on my scalp reflect his overwhelming need.

He rubs his tongue against mine skillfully, dipping deeper. Attacking me. Exploring me. He's meticulous, searching, giving me as much pleasure as he's taking.

He acquaints himself with me through his lips.

I lose myself in him. Until he bites me. His teeth sink into my bottom lip like he fucking means to hurt me. I yelp in pain and pleasure, lashing at him, gripping his cheeks. His scruff. Feeling his high cheekbones beneath my fingertips.

I could draw blood. I—

Big hands grab my biceps from behind.

"Easy there, pet," Carter growls in my ear. While my lips move to Killian's sensual one.

Fucking surreal.

"You're going to take what we give you," Carter hisses, tucking my hair to the side and I offer him my neck. He runs his lips along my delicate curve, his nose nearly touching Killian's hand. "Be a good girl and you'll get everything. Every orgasm you can handle. And all those you absolutely can't."

Carter sucks on my exposed skin hard. His fingers bite mercilessly into my arms. Killian becomes just as aggressive, sucking on my bottom lip, his fingertips bruising my scalp.

It's as if these two are on their metaphorical knees for me. Worshipping me. With their kisses, nipping and sucking, their lips tell me they adore me.

Their ruthless fingers promise I belong to them and no one else.

Their hard cocks are proof of how much they want me.

Me and each other. Us.

One of Killian's hands releases my face. My eyes flutter open to see where he's placing it.

I'm a sucker for his attention. I'm equally needy and desperate for Killian to touch Carter. He had his hand on him before, but it wasn't enough. I won't be satisfied until I'm sure Killian's heart is truly in it.

His palm finds Carter's hair, his fingers drowning into the side of his head and shoving him harder to my neck.

Carter's moan reverberates through me. He sucks on my flesh as if he tries to rip my throat out. As if he's after drawing blood. Killian doesn't let up either, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my lip, tugging and sucking. He only stops to lave his tongue on the wounded flesh every now and again, and even that doesn't feel like a gentle touch.

Heat pools between my thighs. I'm pressed between them, wound so tight I might burst. I don't find it in me to regret the insanity swirling inside me.

Their intensity and the stinging, pleasurable pain make me dizzy. Floaty. Wobbly.

My knees buckle. I almost fall, before the two of them catch me. Killian's strong hands move to my ribs, an inch over where Carter fastens his grip on my hips, yanking my back to his front. Violently so.

"You taste delicious." Killian's mouth traces hot kisses to the side of my neck Carter doesn't occupy. He lingers on my shoulder, his nose nuzzling my skin. "Fucking perfect."

"See, pet?" Carter's breaths are labored as he nips at my ear. "I told you he likes you."

The hunger inside me demands they touch me. That they lose their clothes and fuck me already.

My heart isn't as selfish. I wait, watching the men raising their heads slowly. My heart and pussy flutter when Carter and Killian's eyes clash with one another.

They're having one of their silent conversations. I've never minded it one bit, and today, I mind it even less. Their secrets are finally out in the open. They're not just theirs, anymore, they're also mine now. I can see through these two beautiful people.

They're mine now. We're connected. Entwined.

Meant to be.

What I don't hear, their bodies will reveal soon enough.

"Come here," Killian groans, thrusting me to him. Pinning me to his hot chest. His hard dick. Talking to both Carter and me.

We obey. Carter moves toward Killian with me. His hands skate on top of Killian's, and together, they slide their hands down to my hips.

"Fuck, Amara, you make my dick so hard." Carter slides his hard length up and down my crack.

"So hard," Killian groans in agreement, bending to suck my pierced nipple. He wraps his fingers around my wrist, bringing them to his throbbing erection.

Shivers take over my body. My pussy clenches, evoking a starved growl out of Carter.

"Jerk me off, Amara," Killian demands, his teeth nipping at my sore nipple. "Make it hurt, beautiful girl."

I do, or at least I try. It's difficult when Carter slams my ass from behind, stealing his pleasure from me. I feel him through his pants, feel as if his dick is about to tear through them.

"Christ," Killian hisses when I roll my hand up and down his length. He pulsates in my palm, but I don't want him to come like this.

There's more to this. So much more.

My hand skates up Killian's body, delving into his short, dirty blond hair. My other one reaches back to Carter's ass. Fuck, I could hold on to that toned ass for days.

Killian's not mad that I took the initiative. He and Carter both reward me with satisfied growls and grunts. They dig their fingers deeper into my flesh. Their teeth, mouths, and touches are an assault on my senses.

I'm empty, and yet I'm so close to coming.

When I dreamed about the two of them, I was much more eloquent. I ordered them around. I encouraged them to touch each other. Told them how turned on I was from being theirs.

But this isn't a dream.

"Please, please, please."

As if they've been practicing it, both of them slow down.

"Please, what?" Carter whispers. "What does your dirty little mind want, A?"

His encouraging words do little to help my short-circuited brain. The answer is everything.

I want them naked. Want the three of us on the floor, wild and raw.

Want them to never stop.

Carter's cheek rests on mine, and the both of us are looking up at Killian.

And then Carter does something that floors me. My relentless king, my alpha, truly shares me. He's quiet, allowing Killian to do anything and everything to me.

Killian takes it. Oh, fuck, does he take it. He winds his hand in my hair, giving it a rough tug. "Use your words."

"You." I twist my head to the side so Carter will know I'm talking to him too. "Inside me."

This gives Killian a pause. The muscles on his strong shoulders strain. It's as if he isn't breathing.

What's worse, his grip on my hair loosens.

He's regretting it.

Carter doesn't wait for his response. Doesn't let him walk away.

He drops to his knees behind me, and both Killian and I turn to look at him. I respond to Carter, lifting one foot and then the other as he relieves me of my jean shorts.

"No panties." He glances at me from his place on the floor. His smirk strikes me right through the heart. "Dirty girl."

"I thought you noticed before." I taunt him with a smirk of my own as he straightens up.

"Was kinda busy." He rises back, biting my throat.

At our playful banter, Killian's hesitation disappears. His hands are on me again. He grabs one of my tits, using his free hand to hurt me, flicking his forefinger on my pierced nipple.

I scream, and Carter seizes the opportunity to stuff two fingers into my open mouth. My lips close on them, and my eyes roll at the comfort of having him there.

"That's it." He shoves them deeper, making me gag. Making me drool. "Suck on my fingers. Just like that. Such a good girl."

Even when he comes from behind me, Carter's not gentle. His fingers hit the back of my throat. His cock jerks against my ass when I cough.

"What we're going to do to you will hurt a lot worse than this." Killian's brown eyes bore into mine. "Better get used to the pain, beautiful girl. Take his fingers all the fucking way."

They have plans for me. And hopefully for each other. If not, I'll make them.

Images of Killian shoving himself inside Carter flicker in my mind. They'll be so beautiful together. I can't fucking wait.

"More spit." Carter draws his fingers back just a little, tapping them on my tongue. "You'll have four fingers pushed inside your pretty pussy. Two from the back, two from the front. You'll need to be lubed."

Together. Inside me. Touching each other as well as me.

Killian arches an eyebrow. Challenging me to tell them to stop. Testing me.

Carter's fingers fill my mouth, while Killian pulls on my hair again. It's hard to concentrate, let alone spit.

But I'm more than their toy. I'm a bad bitch, and I do it anyway.

My saliva coats Carter's fingers. There's so much of it, it's dripping past the corners of my lips.

"Fuck, that's hot," Carter growls.

"Good girl." Killian steps closer, letting go of my hair to encapsulate my cheek in his palm.

With Carter's fingers still lodged down my throat, Killian adds two of his. Stretching my lips. Showing me what they're about to do to my pussy.

Killian looms over me. "Our good girl."

His and Carter's faces are inches apart. Their lips are so close.

If they would only lean into each other… If they would intertwine their fingers in my pussy while their tongues rubbed against each other.

Do it,I scream inwardly.

"She is. Now, open up for us, pet." Carter kicks my legs to the sides.

Both of them relieve my lips of the erotic invasion. My mouth feels empty.

"You asked us to be inside you." Carter runs his teeth along the curve of my neck. "You've been so good. You've earned it."

What was supposed to be reassuring bothers me. I don't want this to be just about me. A second ago, I wanted him to reach over for Killian. I wanted them to kiss. For the three of us to really be together.

A pout threatens to curve my lips down. There and gone.

Because my disappointment is short-lived. Carter wraps his arm around my waist, parting my pussy lips.

"You go first," he murmurs, his hoarse voice seductive.

Carter's cheek presses to mine, so I know he's talking to Killian.

Killian gazes at the both of us like we're a meal and he's been starved for years.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip again. His chest expands. But thank fuck, he's no longer having second thoughts. He places two fingers beneath my mouth. "Spit."

Eagerly, I do.

Then he's sliding his fingers along the side of my breasts. Down my belly. He positions his wet fingers where I need both him and Carter the most.

The anticipation is killing me. A scream lodges in my throat. I need them. I need them so bad.

"You sure about that, Amara?" Killian asks.

"Begonias," I huff. Full sentences are too fucking taxing now.

His eyebrows knit.

"Her safeword." Carter's lips curve against the damp skin of my neck. "She means she remembers it and will use it. You know, in case it gets to be too much. She's sure she wants us finger-fucking her cunt."

"Begonias," Killian repeats, pressing his fingers flat on my entrance. "A beautiful flower."

I'm lost in his eyes. In the seductive way he swipes them across my naked body.

I know he's hard. I know his pants are soaked with my arousal. I'm aching to see, not just know. But I can't seem to be able to let go of his eyes.

He applies more pressure on my pussy. Massages my spit on my lips. On my clit. "Not as beautiful as you, though."

"No." I hear Carter's husky voice over my head. "There's nothing as beautiful as Amara."

"There's one person that matches her beauty," Killian whispers.

He doesn't elaborate. He buries his fingers in my pussy. I cry out, my head dropping on Carter's shoulder. They've been teasing me for so long. I'm finally filled. At fucking last.

My body thrums with an all-consuming, overpowering lust. My pussy clenches around Killian who curses in response. My mouth gapes, my eyes taking the two dark, depraved men towering over me.

"Fuck, yes." Carter leans over me, looking at his stepdad pumping me. "How does it feel, Killian?"

"Shove yours in. You'll see." It doesn't sound like Killian's teasing Carter. He orders him. His fathomless gaze finds me, fire burning from deep within. "Grab my cock, Amara."

Carter and I comply immediately. We have no other choice.

We don't want one, either.

"Fuck!" I scream when Carter stretches me further.

My juices and spit help, but their fingers are big. Really big. I wriggle in their arms and squeeze Killian too hard.

They don't stop, though.

They look down at me. Killian's thumb massages my clit. Carter presses his to the tight ring of muscles.

The stinging sensation fades. Even when they thrust their fingers harder, it doesn't hurt.

"Baby." Carter's gray gaze locks on mine. "Your hand looks so freaking hot around his cock. I bet your mouth would too. Those pretty pink lips sucking him off… Fuck."

Pleasure consumes me, making it hard to breathe. Briefly, I wonder how the hell it is that I don't faint.

"Jerk me off, Amara," Killian repeats his command. He grabs my neck, his lips grazing my ear. "Make it feel good. Don't fucking stop unless I tell you to."

I move my hand along his long, thick cock, pumping him. The two men finger-fuck me while Killian's precum wets my thumb and his cock throbs in my hand. I'm delirious. In lust. In fucking delirium.

They kiss and bite me. Loom over me to watch their wet fingers pumping in and out of me.

But their mouths are still nowhere near each other's.

In my floaty state, my tongue is heavy in my mouth. There's no use in trying to complete a whole sentence.

"Carter."

"Kinky little thing." Carter's eyes are as dark as Killian's. "What is it? Want another finger in your dripping pussy? To have six fingers inside you?"

"No." I shake my head, my response more of a breath than a word.

It pains me to release Killian. I have to. Have to get my message across.

"What, then?" Killian cocks his head to the side.

I snake both my hands up. One around Killian's nape. The other is around my Carter's.

While they fill me from the inside, massaging my walls, my G-spot, and every part of my pussy, all I can think of is this one thing.

All I have to say is this one word.

"Kiss."