Damian’s POV~
Dex stood up from the chair, unable to stay seated, and walked to the side of the sofa so he could watch my c**k tease her open cunt up close. His own hand rubbed the bulge in his jeans in time with my strokes.
“f**k, brother, she’s dripping on the seam of your trousers,” Dex muttered, voice thick. “Let her have it, she’s crying.”
“She cries because I say,” I answered without looking at him, watching her face instead. “Rafe, tell her what she is.”
Rafe’s calm, and dead voice came from above her head. “She’s a little girl who teased wolves and lost. She’s ours to edge, ours to deny, ours to mark. Say the rest, Skylar.”
She sobbed, the sound was ugly and perfect.
“I’m yours… all of you… I’m a dirty girl who needs Daddy’s c**k and I’ll take it however you give it… please…”
