Chapter 4

The game had stopped pretending to be a game.

Jax hooked his fingers in the soaked waistband of my shorts and panties and dragged them down my legs in one rough pull. He didn't give me time to feel exposed—he just shoved my thighs wider, lowered his head, and licked straight up the center of me. Broad, hot tongue parting my folds, then sealing over my clit and sucking hard.

My whole body jerked. A broken sound tore out of my throat.

Victor was already moving. I heard the low rasp of his zipper, the shift of fabric. Then the…