Page 4 of The Night Before Christmas
Chapter Three
Jace
We walk into her room with our masks on, ready to give her what she’s too scared to ask for. My little princess keeps trying to be the sweet innocent girl she thinks she is and denying what she wants from us. I know she wants us, just like we want her. She said it herself. Or well, wrote it.
The moment I step into her room, I’m hit with her sweet floral scent. My eyes land on her sleeping form on her bed. She lies on her stomach, with only a thin blanket covering her body. A small piece of fabric separates her from us, and I can’t wait to be under it with her.
Looking down at my hands, I make sure my gloves are secure. I decided to go with some leather gloves so my tattoos are hidden. Wouldn’t want her to know it’s me too soon. I make my way to her side as Atlas sits on the chair next to the window. His gloves are already off and his hand is already rubbing his cock through his jeans.
Horny bastard.
Atlas likes to watch. There’s been a few times that he’s watched me with other women, but he never joins in. He might be a horny motherfucker but the moment he met Lana, he refused to sleep with anyone other than her—well besides me—and that was two years ago now, but he respects the fuck out of her and I give him mad props.
Gently grabbing the blanket, I lower it until it's bundled up around her ankles. The shirt she has on has bunched up around her ass, and I can’t help the groan forming in the back of my throat. Lightly trailing a finger along her spine, her body shivers. My hand moves lower until I reach the curve of her ass. Lana moves and it gives me a better view. She has nothing covering her lower half, and I can see her glistening pussy on display for us. I want nothing but to finger fuck her until she’s awake and screaming with pleasure, but I won’t do anything to her unless she says it’s okay.
A sweet moan leaves her mouth at my touch and her body tenses under my fingers. Her breathing becomes more erratic, letting me know she’s awake. Lana’s eyes shoot open and she turns around, so she’s on her back. Pure terror laces her face. She scrambles back until her head hits the headboard. “Not so fast,” gripping her ankle. I pull her and bring her closer to me until her back is on the bed, but her fight doesn’t let up. My cock is straining behind my jeans as she keeps fighting me.
Next thing I know, she pulls her foot loose and kicks me in the stomach, knocking me off balance. The air leaves my lungs as she scurries off the bed. Despite the commotion around him, Atlas stayed fixed in place by the window. Her bedroom door is locked, so it won’t be as easy to get away as she thinks. Lana’s eyes move from me and to the opening of her bathroom door. She makes a run for it, but I’m too fast and her hair is wrapped in my fist, making her fall to the ground.
God, she looks beautiful on her knees.
She doesn’t wait long before she is swinging her fist right for my hard cock. I drop her hair and bend over, covering my dick to help ease the pain. God, why does her fighting me off turn me on so much? It gives me peace of mind that if this was an actual invasion, she wouldn’t go down without a fight. But she doesn’t have anything to fear from us. She just doesn’t know that yet.
She grabs her phone and dials someone before I can get to her and my phone goes off in my pocket seconds later. Lana’s eyes shoot to mine as I stalk toward her.
“Princess,” I grit out as I grip her throat, pushing her against the closest wall, and she lets out a whimper when her back makes contact. “Jace?” Her eyes search mine for an answer that I’m not going to give her. She now knows it’s me.
“What’re you doing?” her hand wraps around my wrist as I lean down and inhale her sweet scent. A light sweat coats her body and I can’t help but lick the column of her throat. Without any thought, she moves her neck to the side, giving me more access.
“We are here to give you what you’ve always wanted, Princess,” I tell her. Little lines appear on her forehead as she processes my words as I rub my hard cock against her. A smirk on my face as everything clicks in that little head of hers. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, praying that she doesn’t say no to this. “No.” Her hands move to grip my shoulders. She doesn’t even hesitate before she releases a breathy whimper. “Please..”
“You really thought we’d leave you alone on Christmas, Princess? It’s the season for giving. That's exactly what we’re doing.” I bit down on her skin and she arches her back. “W-we?” she whispers with her eyes closed. “Yes. We.”