I grunted, my belly clenching.

It fucked me off that I was hard.

This island had turned into a torture chamber and a mortuary, so sex should be at the very bottom of my priorities.

But not for Eleanor.

And not for me because I loved her, craved her, owned her.

Owe her.

The men eyed up her beauty as they sat down. I clutched her harder, furious that they looked at what was mine. But...in some recess of my mind, some hidden feral part of me, the thought of fucking her in front of them turned me on.

To be the only one with permission.

To be the chosen one allowed to touch a queen.

Fuck yes, it turned me on, and it shouldn’t.

I was sick.

But I was hers, and this was what she needed.

My own injuries and illnesses didn’t fucking matter. Tritec-87 would have to deliver more strength, so I could save the only person who made sense to my murky, miserable world.

Whatever she asked of me, I would deliver.

I gritted my teeth as she fisted me, her breathing hitched and hurried, her heart pounding with irregular rhythm. I loathed the flutter and strange kick in her chest. I hated knowing I was the reason her system suffered.

I’d delayed for too long. I’d driven her closer and closer to an irreversible end.

Eleanor’s lips landed on my throat as I released my hold on her biceps. The second I let her go, her hands scratched at my boxers, shoving them down.

Pointing a finger at the mercenaries, I snarled, “You come anywhere near us, and you motherfucking die.”

“Deal.” The tall one grinned, keeping my stare as he unbuckled his trousers and unzipped. The other two men followed suit, reclining enough to dig into their pants and fist their disgusting hard-ons.

Eleanor rubbed her face against my neck, her ass in the air and her whimpers in my ear.

Three men pulled out their cocks.

She fisted my erection.

She positioned herself above me.

I groaned.

She cried.

Men masturbated in unison.

And Eleanor impaled herself upon me.

Chapter Thirty

HE STRETCHED ME IN all the right places.

His cock was made to fill me. His body tailored perfectly for mine.

The moment I claimed his every inch, he wrapped both hands around my nape, dove his fingers into my hair and slammed his mouth over mine.

He gave himself to me.

He shoved aside the worries, the weaknesses, the wrongness, and gave me everything I asked for.

Three pairs of eyes locked onto us.

Exposure and fear scratched my flesh.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I rocked in his lap. He flinched as I put too much weight on his sore leg but he didn’t push me away, didn’t stop me, didn’t deny me.

The orgasm that’d tormented me with canes and floggers, the release that’d become so tangled with my heartbeats that I honestly didn’t know if I’d die or come, no longer knew how to spindle.

I felt strange.

Sick.

Quivery and breathless and horribly aware that something had broken inside me. Elixir played havoc with the electrical pulses of my heart, revealing how fragile such a system was. It played piano with my veins and hammered drums on my muscles, making me weak and wobbly but also singularly obsessed with lust.

My denied orgasms mutated into something that transcended my out-of-control libido and systematically murdered the rest of my neurons.

My spine rolled as a full-body clench made me cry.

Sully kissed me harder, his tongue slashing into my mouth, his grip possessive and protective.

The rest of the world fell away.

There was just him.

Him and me.

And pain.

God, make it stop.

Please, please make it stop!

He thrust up, hitting the entry of my womb, bruising me in delicious, damning ways. My hips rocked, and we clung to each other. He permitted me to stay on his lap, taking from him all while an audience kept my shame levels astronomically high.

I burned with blushes.

I shivered with scandal.

I didn’t want others to witness my unravelling. I only wanted Sully and my freedom from this sucking, siphoning death.

I need relief.

Bone-aching, scream-inducing deliverance, but the more I rocked, and the deeper Sully penetrated, the more profound my pain.

A peculiar, piercing pain that whizzed in my arteries and played havoc with my ability to stay alive.

Stop.

Please, stop.

I let more tears rain...my only avenue for release seeing as my body no longer knew how to spill with desire. I cried harder, my hips seeking an explosion. My breasts stung for touch; my core clenched with a never-ending contortion to come.

I gasped, once again forgetting how to breathe.

I was falling...gagging...dying.

My heart flailed in desperation and dementia.

But then, arms lifted me.

We were no longer joined but separated.

A kiss kept me distracted.

The bed cushioned my back as the only male I wanted climbed on top of me. Lips covered mine, weight warmed mine, and the thick consummation of Sully’s affection for me slid hungrily between my legs.

He gave me every inch, driving into me, fierce and controlling all the while he kissed me, feeding the salt of my sadness back onto my tongue.

I gave in.

I stopped fighting to stay alive.

This man would help me.

He’d teach my body how to explode again.

He’d save me from the annihilation of my pulse and the ever-quickening blackness of nothing.

He thrust up hard.

I bit the tongue in my mouth.

I tasted the monster I’d always need and love.

His groan echoed through my ears, soaking into my belly as he kissed me harder, harder.

My nails scored his back as he rutted into me.

Every cell rejoiced.

Every atom did cartwheels and then turned crimson with dripping need.

I wrapped my arms around the head of the man kissing me.

Not just a man.

My forever.

We kissed and tongued; we smashed teeth and clawed.

His hands dug into the mattress by my head as his hips spread my legs wider. His thick cock did its best to teach my pussy how to orgasm again.

He let out a tattered groan as I bit his bottom lip, stiffening in his arms as my heart refused to permit a release. My pulse was sky high; my ability to see clearly and comprehend had fallen into impossible.

Everything was bad and broken...but not Sully.

I’d never felt anything so good, so perfect, so right.

I surrendered to him. I tore my lips from his and cloaked his wounded face with a million kisses. I was so grateful. So fucking grateful that he tried to help.

It’s too late.

Too late.

My hips picked up a punishing tempo as I rocked with him, demanding a vicious, vile kind of coupling.

He groaned again, pouring fire on the inferno inside me. Trapped and tangled, the flames had nowhere to go. They incinerated my veins and charred my heart.

“Eleanor, please...breathe.” His voice fed into my mouth. His large hand cupped my breast, his fingertips pressing into my helter-skelter heart. “Please, Jinx. Come. Let go. Let me help you.”

He drove his hips deeper into mine.

A flutter of a release feathered around my core, afraid to manifest after being told no for so long. It scurried back up my belly to my heart, hiding behind the rapidly failing organ.

“Sully—” I rocked and opened my mouth as a lash of agonising lust whipped up my spine. It tasted like liquorice and grave dust.