Revolt (Legends and Love)

When Reign and Raff come back, they are holding hands and grinning. He looks ridiculously smug, and I’ve never been so jealous of the bastard before. I’ve been sitting here with Dal and Cil, eating this ridiculously small portion of food, while it’s clear he’s been eating or fucking her. Narrowing my eyes, I watch her giggle as he leans in and nips her shoulder before pulling her chair out for her, and when she sits, he kisses her head. When she glances back at us, her face flushed and lipstick mussed, jealousy flares through me.

I know we are sharing her, but for a moment, it almost rips at my heart and I want to snap. At her. At him. I lower my gaze, not wanting her to see that as I work through this. It’s not right to be jealous. She cares for all of us, and she wants all of us. They clearly needed that moment, but fuck if it doesn’t hurt. He got my girl when I’ve been dying to touch her all night, yet I behaved myself, wanting to give her the date she deserves.

“This looks good,” she says, tucking into the food that was plated moments ago. I watch her mouth work as she moans, and my cock hardens.

I’m still mad and jealous, but I always want her.

A reckless idea comes to mind.

If Raff can take what he wants, then so can I.

It might drive back these irrational feelings if I touch and taste her and know she’s mine as much as she’s his.

Pretending to drop my fork, I crawl under the table.

She jumps when my hand slides up her leg. I sit back on my heels, forcing her legs wider, and press between them. I hear her breath stutter, and someone hands her a glass of water with a murmur. Chuckling softly, I run my lips up her leg, pushing her dress up until I expose her pretty pink pussy to my greedy eyes.

Oh yes, Raffiel had fun alright, and she’s still fucking wet from it. The jealousy morphs into gratefulness because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t get to touch and taste my girl. She’s my favorite fucking meal in the entire world. Fuck these fancy dishes, I’m starving, and she’s about to be my buffet.

“Are you okay, Reign?” I hear Dal ask.

“Fine,” she says. “This food is delicious.”

“So is mine,” I rasp against her thigh, nipping the skin there before dragging my tongue up and across her pretty pussy, flicking her swollen clit. “So good,” she says, making me grin against her. Her hand comes down, hitting my shoulder before dragging me closer.

Oh, my girl is so fucking naughty, and I love it.

I lap at her pretty pussy, and her taste explodes in my mouth, replacing the million-dollar meal we’re having, and it’s fucking better. She tastes like strawberries. Groaning, I tighten my hold on her thigh, widening her legs to give me better access as she slides farther down the chair for me.

Dragging my tongue over her clit, I lash it as she grinds into my face before thrusting it inside her. She clenches around my tongue, and my cock jerks. Releasing her thigh, I pull my cock out and squeeze, stroking myself as I lick her. Her breathing is heavy now, and she’s trying to hold back, so I push her, licking her clit until she almost comes, and then I stop.

She moans in protest.

A waiter comes up—I see their feet—and places another dish down as I continue to tease her. “Thank you.”

Stroking myself harder, I slide three fingers inside her with my other hand. She cries out as I stretch her and suck her clit.

“Are you okay, Reign?” Cillian asks, amusement lacing his tone, no doubt figuring out what’s happening. What I don’t expect is Raff’s words.

“You look flushed, love,” he teases. “Maybe we should get some fresh air.”

“No!” she yells, making me grin and nip her clit in praise. “Yes, no, I mean.”

“You seem unsure. Are you sure everything is okay?” he taunts.

“Fine, everything’s fine.”

Just fine? Oh, we can’t have that. I spear another finger into her, stretching her pussy to the point of pain as I suck and lick her greedy clit. Pulling out of her wet cunt, I slide my hand down my cock, making me nice and wet, before thrusting them back inside her with my precum.

“Fuck!” she curses then tries to cover her mistake. “This meal is so good.”

“I bet it is. Why don’t you be a good girl and finish?” Cillian asks.

She shudders in my grip, knowing exactly what they mean. Tightening my hold on my cock, I stroke it at the same speed I thrust into her greedy cunt. Her legs shake, and when I suck her clit into my mouth once more, she cries out, her cunt gripping my fingers as she comes.

Releasing her clit, I slide lower and lap up her release as I slowly twist my fingers, fucking her through it. I grunt as my own release slams through me. I cup the end of my cock, catching the cum before pulling my hand out of her. I smear my cum across her pussy and push it inside her as she moans and quakes for me.

Grinning, I place another kiss on her clit, put my cock away, and close her legs before sliding out from the table and into my seat. Her eyes are narrowed as she grips the edge of the table. She looks at me, and I lick my lips clean of her delicious cream as I moan. “You’re right, this is the best fucking meal I’ve ever had.”

“I bet,” Dal offers, making Cil chuckle.

Panting, she shakes her head. “You guys are going to kill me,” she mutters.

“You’ll die happy, baby,” I promise.

A waiter comes and clears the dishes while more set down the last plates—chocolate strawberries. She laughs as I groan.

“Fucking strawberries, man. It’s all I think about,” Cillian mutters.

“Me too.” Dal nods. “I went to the market yesterday and got hard in the produce section when I saw them.”

“It’s my favorite taste in the world,” I mutter.

“Mine too.” Raffiel nods as she flushes once more.

“I don’t know, I prefer more salty flavors,” she purrs, playing the game as she picks up a strawberry, sucking it into her mouth with a pornographic moan.

“We need to leave,” Dal murmurs, “or I’m going to bend her over this table and fuck her.”

“It’s our table.” Raffiel shrugs. “I’m eating my strawberries.”

Taking that as permission, Dal stands, and Reign’s eyes widen. She doesn’t think he’ll do it, but she should have known better. Kicking her chair back, he grabs her and tosses her onto the table. Plates fall and shatter, but Raff grabs his, not even bothered, and continues eating.

“Dal,” she protests as he turns her so she’s leaning onto the table with her ass in the air, her face pointed toward Cil.

Ripping her dress up, he slaps her ass hard, making her gasp and grip the tablecloth. Crossing my legs, I lean back to enjoy the show as she tries to stand up. “Anyone could—”

He pushes her down, making her grunt.

“Then let them see,” he says, his voice calm, but his hand is almost shaking as he unzips his pants. She hears it and shivers.

“Dal,” she whispers, but it doesn’t seem like a protest. If anything, it’s a plea, and when I lean around, I see him dragging his cock across her wet pussy, bumping her clit. She grabs the tablecloth, her head falling forward in resignation and need.

“Did you really think you could taunt me with everything I want all night and get away with it?” he asks her. “You’ve been naughty tonight, Reign, and it’s time you were punished.”

“Please,” she begs as his hand comes down on her ass.

Crying out, she jerks on the table as Raffiel reaches over, grabs Dal’s plate, and starts to eat his dessert too. That’s fine because Dal has his very own in front of him.

Grabbing a flat-edged bread knife from the table, Dal brings it down on her ass, the sound audible. She cries out, looking at me even as she pushes her ass back for more.

“Good girl,” Dal murmurs, and I move my chair to get a better view, watching as he slams into her greedy pussy. She screams, and he pulls out, slamming the knife down on her ass again. “Shh.”

I thought I would be jealous, but seeing them together is better than the aftermath. There is no jealousy now, only need.

Grabbing a strawberry from Cillian’s plate, Dal dips it inside her, fucking her with the fruit before bringing it to his mouth and swallowing it whole. “They are right, Reign, I’ll live on strawberries now.”

“Dal, please,” she begs. “Fuck me right now or I swear I’m going to jump one of the others.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he threatens, his voice cold, but she flips her hair and pushes back.

“Try me,” she hisses.

Gripping her chin, he bends over her, snarling into her face as he slams into her, watching as she writhes and screams for him, taking every inch of his huge cock. I scan the room quickly to make sure we have no spectators. They would be dead if they were watching, but the restaurant is completely empty. The staff is undoubtedly hiding in the back.

“Do not threaten me again, Reign. Not unless you are prepared for the consequences,” he warns before leaning up and gripping her hips as he slams into her, pushing the table forward with the force.

“Take her mouth,” Dal tells Cil. “We all know you want to. Silence our girl so they don’t call the police and I don’t have to kill them for trying to stop me from fucking what’s mine.”

“Glady,” Cillian says as he stands. “Turn that pretty head, baby.”

She does, her greedy eyes locking on him. Pulling his cock out, he strokes it as he watches her, and she licks her lips. “You want this, baby?” She nods, groaning when Dal slams into her. “You want to suck my cock? You want one of your men in your pretty pussy and the other in your mouth? Pumping you full of our cum?”

“Cil,” she says, her eyes closing in ecstasy. “Please.”

Fuck, she begs so sweetly.

Grabbing a strawberry, Cillian rubs it across her red lips before tossing it aside and sliding his cock into her mouth. She chokes as he thrusts all the way down her throat. Her eyes open, wide and watering, as he grips her chin and pulls out before pushing back in. He forces himself deeper as Dal hammers into her from behind, bringing that knife down and reddening her pretty ass.

Raffiel leans back, watching the whole thing with dark, glittering eyes. “She’s still making noises, boys. Maybe she needs more persuasion,” he remarks darkly with a chuckle.

“Can’t have that, can we?” Cillian murmurs, slamming into her mouth until she gags.

Their grunts are loud in the empty restaurant, while Raff and I just watch. I smile as she looks at us to check in.

“Good girl,” Raff praises, and Dal groans.

“Fuck, she loves it when you call her that. She almost strangled my cock,” he snarls, fucking her so hard, she’s forced deeper onto Cillian’s cock. Her mouth is stretched wide as he groans.

“Is he right, Miss Harrow? Do you like to hear that you are our good girl?” Raffiel says leisurely. Dal snarls, and I know that’s her answer. Grinning, I reach over and grab a strawberry, eating it as I watch them claim her body.

Her eyes roll back into her head, and she mewls around Cillian’s cock. Dal groans, his eyes closing and hips stuttering, and I watch him shatter, finding his release in her. He runs his lips down her back as he groans, pushing his cum deeper as Cillian grips her chin and forces her mouth wider. He bellows, his hips stilling as he pumps his cum into her. I watch her throat swallow before he pulls out and leans down, kissing her softly.

“She is our good girl.”

Damn right she is.