𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍 that when Gavin seizes hold of her && claims her in his arms, she’s at the mercy of the strength of his chest && the twisted psyche beyond. But even so, she never fails to reserve herself midst said embrace. Carding digits through brown locks, crisp manicure strumming across scalp. She wants to be just as near. Even though she fully understands how unhealthy their closeness is, she can’t shake him. She can’t shake them.
Blood speckling across unmarred flesh, smearing from his imposition. Exposed cleavage && the burgundy lace so scantily adorning torso—she knew it could rile them. Even now as she’s drawn into Gavin’s lap && never considering any form of escape. Not as her eyes stay glued upon Damian, watching him so carefully. The leader of the men who’ve long since caught her in their web. A glance to Cole, a momentary sweet smile to ever attempt to include him in their moments no matter his stalwart disposition keeping him just beyond her reach. Even casting harmless wink his way && sweetened smile. All of which falters suddenly when Gavin manipulates the rest of her frame. No longer upright, sharply displaced by the youngest holding her taut to him.
Until he’s hovering over her. Until his hand shapes around her throat && she swallows against the curvature of his palm. Reduced to silence even though her lips shape around the annunciation that should’ve been his name. Filaments of gold splay beneath her, ample bust shifting && nearly spilling from her singlet tucked into an all-too-tight skirt of leathern obsidian. Heat swelling within her flesh that is only spurred on further by the two that approach her pinned form. Eyes cast up to Damian && then Cole just to the side. Accounting for the hand still curled around her throat whilst she processes what’s unfolding around her.
A shake of her crown && shift is something she hopes is enough to snap Gavin back for a moment, eyes searching his own for some respite as she attempts to speak.
“No.. I told you I have to start loading up my car, tool boxes, wheels, my laptops—the works—sooner rather than later.” Her voice is soft, treading lightly. && the mention of rules causes her to furrow her brows up at Damien despite the softness in a gesture of plucking at blonde filaments to admire. Her teeth chew at a plump bottom lip, hips shifting && stilettos digging into cushion. Some twisted fantasy causes her toes to curl && a tincture of scarlet matching the blood dappled throughout filaments. Anticipation manifests itself as the burdened rise && fall of her chest, breathing laborious. “Of course I remember the rules.. I just have to work, too. We talked about this..”
Soft is the sigh that comes next. Lengthy lashes fluttering against the high apples of cheeks smeared with the blood transferred from Gavin’s affections, eyes of blue contrasting so sharply to the lowlight of this room as though they were aglow. “Is it really so bad I wanted to make sure I got to see my favorite boys..?”
Never was he ever going to press too hard, but it was enough to get her attention. Finger’s pressing down on the creamy column of the throat, pressing on the red veins that dotted under skin. Ah yes, he marveled in the way her body molded against his own, his had removing from her features to grab onto her thigh.
A shock to the skin. Buzzing through her veins the moment he touched her skin to skin.
A wicked smile curving upon lip’s that he dared the one beneath him to kiss. Shirtless, Gavin was shirtless like always, his body sliding to fit perfectly into her own like the puzzle pieces they all where. Forehead instantly going toward’s her chest, nipping at the skin between creamy swells and red fabricated bodice.
“No.” Was the words that fell through his lip’s. Gavin wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Cole moved, thumb brushing against her skin to pull the plush lip’s from bright white moving slightly down her chin over the way Gavin’s hands so delicately held her. Pinned her under them all. Cole’s hand moved over the other thigh that wasn’t captured in his friends grasp before glancing upwards at Damian who stood over him, watching as they descended upon her like predators to prey.
“Yous would have made time for us.” Cole’s voice was rough, turning his gaze to where his hand moved up the thigh, more buzzing under the skin. His hand stopped right as it came under the obsidian fabric waiting for more direction.
“Now now little monster. No one said it was naughty to see us. In fact we love that you came to see us. However-” Damian paused, eyes moving to where Coles hand laid and then Gavin’s before a slow thicker than sin smile spread across his lip’s. “even if you do know the rules. You seem to be pushing and pushing every chance you get. So we will have to rectify this course of action.” Damian moved, this time a chair came up behind him, appearing out of thin air, not that anyone was worried about this appearing.
After all no one could see into this area but she didn’t need to know that.
Jacket came off first, slow strip of the black fabric that was throw over the seat of the chair. Gloves came next a slow pull of the leather creaking from his skin before he glanced down at her. Electric green mingling with bright blue and another one of those smiles unfolded from his lip’s.
“Shall we start now to rectify it?” Permission it was wanted from her before anything but they already knew they had it from her. “Cole are you ready? Gavin?” He glanced towards his friends noticing the hungry looks he got in return before sticking her with his gaze once more.
Splayed out for them. Prey and Predator.