CHAPTER SEVEN

It's the middle of the night.

My pet sleeps next to me in my king-size bed. I'm on my back, hugging her to my side. Her sweet cheek rests on my chest, her leg thrown over mine.

She's naked. Knocked out and curled at my side. Has been like this for the past few hours.

Amara dozed off minutes after I got out of the shower. She was naked, waiting for me to fuck her. Then she fell asleep minutes after we started kissing.

Sweet little thing. Today's been a lot for her.

Pride filled me at hearing her relate her part of the story on the way over here. The moments she'd been alone with Chuck before I got there. Because I was late.

Because of Preston.

I curse under my breath. If I find out Killian hadn't made him bleed and walk out of our hotel fucking concussed, I'll haunt Preston down to finish the job myself.

Problem is, it wasn't Preston's fault. Killian's a big boy. He didn't need me there.

I risked Amara's life for a few more minutes with my stepdad, which is fucking sick.

But I lo—No. I care for them both. Am attracted to her and him.

My cold, emotionless heart thaws for Amara. I don't feel weak about it. I feel like a starved man who's been offered a bite of food. Any food.

Sure, my physical attraction to Killian has been living and kicking for years.

Watching him shirtless is my favorite part of our home. The muscles rippling across his chest. The light smattering of hair leading lower down the V-shaped muscle in his stomach.

The motherfucking bulge in his pants.

My thighs have clenched more times than I'd like to admit. It's sick, needing to have him plow into me. I beat off imagining I was sucking his cock.

I've stayed away, though. Thinking he didn't want to. Thinking Amara wouldn't be interested in having the three of us together.

But now, as the three of us have bonded the way we have, I want something more.

Beyond sex.

Beyond just Amara and me. Beyond just Killian and me.

We can't go there, though. Fucking life is challenging enough. Add Killian to the mix—another man who'll love her and who'll love me like that—and calamity would ensue.

I don't give a shit about fucking small-minded idiots. The world's opinions on my sexual preferences can go suck it. Because opinions are like assholes and all that.

Whatever.

I care that Amara and Killian live.

That is exactly why we can never be together.

"Carter," she hums.

I feel her warmth through my black T-shirt and sweatpants. My hand reaches up to stroke her silky blond locks. To carefully brush the bruise on her temple.

She doesn't say another word. Sound asleep.

So peaceful, my beautiful Amara. So different from her vivid, magnetizing personality.

Every part of her is a favorite of mine. I might even…love her?

I don't know how to say it. Hell, I've never said it to another person in my life. Not even Killian, and fuck knows I feel it.

Maybe one day I'll find it in me to tell her.

Her lips tug into a soft smile. I trace my fingers absentmindedly along her cheek, down her neck. Her purr reverberates in the quiet room.

As impossible as it is, my mind won't rest.

The three of us. The things we could do.

In bed. On the floor. Standing up.

Shit, my chest warms at the thought.

Goddamn emotions. It's fucking embarrassing.

"Carter, baby." Her eyes are closed when she speaks.

That's her please, fuck me voice. Throaty. Desperate. Needy. Her nipples pull tight against my T-shirt. Her breath quickens. Her hips rock in a lazy rhythm, grinding her sweet naked pussy on my sweats.

Horny little girl begs to be pounded. And I never say no to my pet.

It looks like it's going to be one of those nights.

Blood rushes to my cock. I'm harder than before. More on edge than I was a second ago. The need to claim her is palpable, and I don't ignore it.

I act on it.

Shifting us on the bed, I kneel beside Amara, hooking my fingers around the waistband of my sweats and black briefs and tugging them down.

"You like that, don't you, pet? You always come so hard." I stroke myself, getting off on how beautiful she looks in the silver moonlight. "So fucking hard when you wake up gagging on my cock."

Amara mumbles a bunch of incoherent words. My dick throbs in my fist. A drop of precum gleams on my Prince Albert.

My thumb presses her bottom lip down. The head of my cock is an inch away from her mouth. Ready to smear my semen on her plump lips.

"Baby," she murmurs, her hand slipping between her naked thighs. "Make me come. Both of you. Please. I'm so close."

Anger paralyzes me, hard and consuming.

She's cheating on me. In her dream.

Another man. Another motherfucking man.

I'm going to punish her pussy for its greedy owner. Going to sink my teeth into her until she screams.

"Yes, Carter, there, suck my tits, don't stop." Her groan tightens my balls, despite the flare of jealousy. "Now, Killian. Fill Carter's ass, please. You two together, I'll come so fucking hard."

Fuck. Yes.

That kind of dream I allow. That kind of dream I encourage.

This sweet kinky woman doesn't just want any other man. She wants us. The both of us.

I have a second to decide on what to do next.

Other men in my situation would've addressed the situation in a calm environment. With her conscious. Dressed.

Amara didn't choose another man.

She chose me. And I'm a violent sick fuck.

Her sick fuck.

I tuck myself back in, climbing out of bed. Silently, I pad to one of the drawers in my closet. Waiting inside is Killian's black silk tie. He took it off this morning when I told him it looked worn out.

I lied.

Once he returned to the bathroom to style his hair, I slipped it into my pocket.

I like keeping mementos of him.

With Amara moaning like that, I'm itching to share it.

Share him.

The silk feels soft around my rough knuckles as I loop it around my hand. I raise it to my nose, and the delicate spicy scent infiltrates my senses. My cock jerks in my briefs.

"Oh, Jesus, yes." Amara's bottom lip drops, her fingers rubbing her clit in quick little circles. "Make them fit in my pussy. Make them fucking fit."

My growl would've stirred her from her dream if she wasn't this into it. Into the two of us stretching her cunt with our dicks. Killian would be on top, me at the bottom. I bet he'd love her nipple ring. My pierced cock.

As I rid myself of my briefs, I already know he'll do more than approve. He'll fucking come from how good our piercings will feel on his dick.

I flip Amara on her stomach, straddling her. Towering over her.

Amara's moans and pleas grow louder.

I'm a fan of exhibitionism. Love it when the world sees or hears my partners claiming their pleasure. I get the sick satisfaction of displaying my dick pounding into any which hole.

I haven't been that person with Amara, though. My cute, relatively innocent pet. The most we've done is fuck in the kitchen, and even then, it was one night I knew Killian would be out late.

A concern I'm done worrying over.

In fact, I fucking hope he walks in on this.

"Yes, yes. Right there, yes," Amara moans, humping the bed.

"Such a good girl," I whisper. "Calling my stepdad like the needy whore you are."

Slowly and carefully, I lift Amara's head so I can blindfold her with the tie. When she wakes up, she won't see me.

Her nose will recognize his cologne. It'll trick her into thinking Killian is the one fucking her mouth.

Amara continues to moan and rub herself when I flip her on her back, each of my knees brackets her face. She's seconds from coming. All those little tells like her brow pinching together and the throaty sound of her moans.

My cock begs to drive into her mouth, but just because I'm unhinged doesn't mean I have a death wish. The last thing I need is her teeth biting my dick off.

I reach back and pinch her pierced nipple. That does it, it always does.

She sucks in a deep breath, her back arching for a long second. Time freezes. And…there it is.

"That's my baby." I release her tit, leaning one hand on the wall behind the bed. "Coming like the good girl you are. Opening your mouth for me to fill you up with my cock."

As soon as I say the words, I sense a shift in the room. In my periphery, I notice more light seeping in through a crack in the door. It's nothing more than a thin, amber stripe, but my animal instincts catch Killian there.

Fucking called it.

Even the king of holding back can't deny Amara. He's been dying to watch us fuck. So what if he doesn't know that she moans in her sleep?

"Ready to take my cock, pet?" I say for his benefit. And because I would've said anyway. My mouth is as dirty as my perverted brain.

Using my thumb, I grab the bottom set of her teeth, yanking them until she's nice and open for me.

I lean in, spitting into her mouth, lubing the hole I'm about to abuse.

"Gonna suck every inch of me." The crown of my cock leaks. I release her teeth to grip the base and spank her naughty lips with it. "Take everything I give you."

Her heaved breaths and mine aren't the only sounds echoing in my room. A low, rugged grunt.

Killian's.

He's here, fisting his cock. Jerking off to the sight of me and Amara. I twist us a little, offering the kinky fuck a better angle. Showing him how good it'd be for the three of us to be together.

After another groan, I almost tell him to come in. Suggest we wake Amara up, ask for her consent to add him in our bed.

Instead, I cling to my silence. He's a grown-ass man. He wants to take a part of this? Then walk the fuck inside.

Otherwise, she and I are playing.

My pretty little doll. I'll die if I don't feel her tongue on me. Freaking detonate and disappear into thin air.

"Nice and wide, baby." I pull on her bottom lip again.

This time, I don't fuck around. I piston my hips forward, jamming my dick between her pillowy lips.

Her gagging noises make me harder, needier. Amara's cough vibrates on my cock, and I get off on how my piercing hits the back of her throat. I see the drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, how her eyes squint in her sleep.

"Your mouth was meant to suck me."

I listen hard, hearing a hand stroking flesh.

Amara's teeth scrape the taut skin of my cock, and I roll my eyes at how good the light pain feels. My hand moves to her chin. My wet thumb caresses her while I drag my dick in and out of her mouth.

Even in her sleep, she starts moaning, gagging for me. Reacting to my dick stretching her lips and my hand choking her. She loves breath play, and I'll always be here to give it to her.

"My beautiful little slut," I croon. I'm seconds from spurting my hot cum into her mouth, so I slow my thrusts. "Tonight, though, you'll be awake to take my cum."

She drools, her eyes pinching. She's still asleep.

That won't do.

"Fuck, I can't wait to see your reaction to this. Me in your mouth, Killian's smell surrounding you." I slide my hand higher, pinching her nose with my thumb and forefinger. Cutting off her air. "Not what you begged for, but I'd say it's cutting it pretty fucking close, wouldn't you?"

A hushed growl comes from the door. My cock jerks in Amara's mouth the same moment she begins to struggle for air.

I ignore Killian, my focus resting entirely on Amara and how she fights to breathe.

Her mouth parts wider around my length. Her eyebrows fly up, high on her forehead, and over Killian's tie. Then her nails dig into my thighs.

She's ready. And so am I.