Jason's POV

　　"You are playing a dangerous game, Princess."  I rasped, trailing my lips over her insanely beautiful body. All concern for Damien vanished. I wanted her touch; I craved it! I would own every inch of her! 

　　The smug smile she wore proudly told me she was well aware of this and didn't care in the slightest. Like a moth to a flame, I couldn't help but take the challenge. With a smirk, I moved, positioning an elbow on either side of her head, hovering my body over hers, dropping my head to tease those plump lips with my tongue, swallowing the moan that escaped her parched lips with my mouth, sucking it into my mine greedily, desperately needing to dominate her. 

　　Coaxing my tongue past her parting lips, it explored her depths, owning her mouth possessively, kissing her with a rekindled passion I thought I had lost. I did not let her up for air until I felt her fingers dig into my neck; with a lusty groan rumbling from my chest, I finally relented, releasing her lips from my custody; it took all my strength not to dive back in and swallow the sweet whimper she let out.

　　As promised, I trailed my lips across her body, taking my time to tease over the spot where I planned to leave my mark despite everything I knew she was made for me. Trailing light butterfly kisses down over her breasts, swirling my tongue over her rosebud nipples, umming against her heated flesh as she arches to me, pushing her breasts into my waiting mouth. 

　　"Jason." She moaned, and fuck did I want to cum merely from hearing her moan my name in that needy voice of hers. A voice in the back of my head reminded me she was drunk, she was vulnerable, and I should wait and be respectful, but my cock that was straining in my jeans had entirely different ideas. I felt I would regret it, but if I didn't snatch this opportunity, who knows when I would get it again? 

　　"Cock over brain?" Archer agreed, surveying how Abigail bit her bottom lip and scraped her nails over my scalp. 

　　"Yep!" I divulged, biting down on her nipple, pulling it into my mouth and rolling it between my teeth just like she was her bottom lip. Sinking my teeth into it bruisingly, I grinned, tasting the bitter metal oozing into my mouth. Tugging on her nipple with my teeth, my free hand roamed her other breast.

　　"Mouth only!" A cheeky grin crossed my face as she slapped my hand away, thinking SHE could dictate the rules to ME!

　　"You will regret that!" I promised; lifting from her abused tit, I moved to the other, giving it the same attention I had its twin until she was panting under me, her heels digging into my ass, edging me closer to her centre, begging me without words to lower against her, a mischievous leer pulled at the corners of my lips. 

　　"Sorry, Princess, I do believe you said lips only. If you want more than that, you will beg for it." I demanded firmly, ignoring her whine as she fell back onto the grass, her fingers burying in the mud below us. Caressing my lips down the flat planes of her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button as she squirmed under me, my body still hovered over her, refusing to touch her with anything other than my lips; she would learn the hard way that I was not a male to deny or test.

　　Being extra careful not to touch her, my fingers gripped the soft fabric of the dress that pooled around her waist and pulled it down, nodding for her to lift it for me. I needed her naked; I wanted to drown in her magnificence and endless beauty. 

　　Sitting back on my heels, between her legs, I looked her over, from her head of red curls that spread out around her in a bed of fiery waves contrasting her pale skin, blushed cheeks and swollen lips from how hard she had bitten down on them, to stubborn to let me know how much she wanted me. Drinking her in, I felt pride swell in my chest, knowing I may not be her mate, but I drew those responses from her. 

　　Not Damien, not Tommy; ME! 

　　My eyes pursued every one of her euphoric curves; Archer's throaty growl ripped from my throat, watching her hands trace over her body behind my eyes. 

　　"No touching, remember!" He roared, pinning her hands to her side as I lowered between her legs. 

　　"You were right; it is pretty and pink" I grinned up at her, my eyes darkening, seeing the desire swirling in her pools as she watched my face sink between her thighs.

　　"And I am betting it DOES taste like heaven." I breathed hotly against her core; I didn't need any more encouragement; I inhaled deeply. There it was, the aroma I was craving desperately! She was mine now, a prisoner of her desire, lowering my mouth to tease her swollen clit with my masterful tongue. 

　　I dropped my mouth over her slit and slowly licked between her soft folds. My tongue barely parted her pussy lips, determined to make her beg for more! My eyes closed as I got my first taste of my girl's cunt! Allowing my tongue to glide up and down slowly, using Abigail's whimpers to determine how close she was to surrendering to me.

　　"Jason", she cried out in bliss, bucking to meet my long tongue that was making little circles on my sensitive clit. 

　　"So needy!" I purred, lapping at her pulsing bud, grazing my teeth over it, her back arched and her hands reaching down to my head, pulling me tight against her pussy! 

　　"You let her go!" I uttered to Archer with a chuckle.

　　"More." She managed to hiss out before I bit down on her clit, delivering the perfect amount of pleasure and pain that I knew would send her innocent body into nirvana. I focused on that tiny bulging bud, sucking and licking over her throbbing clit, still refusing to use my hands like I knew she desperately wanted. I could feel my rock-hard cock beneath me, grinding against the ground as I worked my tongue around her pussy. My hungry motions in synch with her rocking hips, driving my tongue deep into her core as she lifted to accept my starved mouth.

　　 I was lost, my eyes closing as I listened to the soft cries of pleasure coming from Abigail. It wasn't long before her movements became erratic; I could feel her fingernails digging into my scalp as my tongue buzzed over her clit possessively.

　　"I am going to cum!" She screamed, and just like that, I withdrew, sitting back on my heels to look down at my crimson princess, panting, whitening and utterly fuming. I grinned, my face soaked with her juices, licking my lips slowly, savouring the taste that coated my lips. Seeing her body tense, arousal flooded her eyes. I climbed back over her, hovering my lips over hers before kissing her with a newfound hunger, letting her taste her pussy juices on my tongue.

　　So lost in the kiss I didn't notice her hands push between us until they were tugging at my zipper, releasing me with a renewed urgency.

　　"I want this... inside me." She pleaded, grasping my steel in her petite fingers, coaxing her thumb over its tip, drawing some creamy pre cum from it effortlessly.

　　"Fuck I love the way she begs." I mused to Archer, wanting to check if he was still around. 

　　"Damn, who are you kidding? We love the way she smells, feels, and sounds, and I am sure we are going to love the way she fucks too!" Archer grinned hungrily.