SHARED BY THE PACK KINGS

CHAPTER 5: THE KITCHEN MARBLE

The afterglow of the morning didn't last long before the rules of the penthouse were enforced once again.

After letting her rest for barely an hour, Julian had tossed a small, wrapped box onto the rumpled silk sheets. Inside was her outfit for the morning: a micro miniskirt made of thin, pleated black fabric and a sheer white lace bralette that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. There was no underwear included.

"Our breakfast is served in the kitchen at eight, little bird," Julian had murmured, his voice smooth but unyielding as he strapped a sleek, leather collar around her neck, clipping a short silver chain to it. "And you will be the one serving it."

Now, Chloe stood in the ultra modern, marble accented kitchen, her bare feet pressing against the cool hardwood floor. Her heart was in her throat. The sheer bralette offered no support, leaving her n*****s still dark and swollen from their morning roughhousing completely visible through the delicate lace. Every time she moved to pour the rich, dark coffee, the short pleated skirt shifted, exposing the bare curve of her cheeks.

Julian and Ethan sat at the kitchen island, looking like two corporate kings in their crisp, fresh dress shirts, though neither wore a tie. Their dark eyes followed her every movement, tracking the way her hips swayed as she carried the crystal carafe over to them.

"Pour carefully, Chloe," Ethan rumbled, his golden eyes dropping to the completely exposed valley of her breasts as she leaned over the marble counter to fill his cup. His hand reached out, his thick fingers tangling ruthlessly in the silver chain of her collar, pulling her forward until her chest was hovering just inches from his face. "If you spill a single drop on me, there will be a penalty."

Chloe gasped, the heat from the hot coffee steaming between them as she steadied her hands. "I won't spill it, Ethan."

"Good girl," Julian murmured from her other side. Before she could pull away, Julian rose from his stool. He stepped up directly behind her, his large, warm palms sliding under the hem of her micro skirt, mapping the bare, sensitive skin of her thighs. "But I think you’re far too distracted by these clothes. Or lack thereof."

Julian lifted her effortlessly, placing her down right onto the cold, polished surface of the black marble island. Chloe let out a soft cry, the contrast of the freezing stone against her bare skin making her arch her back straight into Julian’s chest.

Ethan didn't waste a second. He pushed his coffee cup aside, splitting her legs wide apart as she sat on the counter. His large hands gripped her knees, pushing them back until she was completely open to both of them in the bright morning light.

"Look at her," Ethan growled, his jaw clenching as he unbuckled his leather belt with a sharp click. "She's already dripping wet for us just from walking around the kitchen."

"Then let's give her a proper breakfast," Julian whispered against her ear, his fingers sliding over the lace of her bralette, pinching her sensitive n*****s until she whined, her head tossing back.

Ethan pulled his rigid, heavy length free from his trousers, the dark vein pulsing against his skin. He didn't use any preamble. Gripping her hips to anchor her against the slick marble, he drove himself upward into her tight, aching center in one deep, ruthless thrust.

Chloe screamed softly, her hands flying out to grip the edge of the marble counter as the blinding friction tore through her. The cold stone beneath her and the absolute, burning heat of Ethan stretching her open created an intoxicating, agonizing contrast. Ethan picked up a brutal, driving rhythm, his heavy thighs slamming against her bare backside with a loud, echoing slap that filled the quiet kitchen.

Julian leaned over her from the side, capturing her mouth to muffle her loud, desperate cries. His tongue danced with hers in a dominant, possessive rhythm while his free hand slipped down between her legs, finding her hyper sensitive core and rubbing it with a fierce, heavy pressure that synchronized perfectly with Ethan's deep plunges.

"Faster, Ethan... please," Chloe choked out against Julian's lips, her mind completely fracturing under the dual stimulation. The sheer exhibitionism of being taken right on the kitchen island, fully visible to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pushed her over the edge. Her internal walls violently clamped down around Ethan's length, sending her into a shattering, screaming climax.

Ethan let out a dark, animalistic growl at the intense pressure, his thrusts becoming frantic and unyielding as he buried himself to the hilt three more times before exploding inside her, filling her completely with his thick, boiling warmth. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, while Julian kissed the tears of pure pleasure from her flushed cheeks.