Chapter 15 Felicity
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
felicity
I’m a haze of sensation—burning, stretching, aching, ecstasy. Pain and pleasure have become one, every single one of my nerve endings sending sparks surging through my bloodstream.
It feels like an out-of-body experience, where nothing belongs to me anymore. This body is no longer mine, controlled and used by them while I hover above, watching as they fill me up.
I feel it all, though.
A rolling movement jars me, pulling Vaelor’s cock from my ass as Connor rolls to his back, yanking me on top of him.
It’s a relief, that biting pain of Vaelor stretching me open disappearing.
But the reprieve is short-lived as he kneels between mine and Connor’s legs, the blunt head of his dick ruthlessly pressing back into me.
I cry out as Vaelor surges forward, his hips smacking into my cheeks and sending me crashing forward onto Connor’s torso, his dick digging even deeper.
I arch away from the sensation, but it pushes me back into Vaelor as he forces his entire length into me, spearing me until I swear I can feel him in my guts.
I’m trapped, surrounded with no escape. Connor wraps his arms around me like vines, trapping me against his chest. “Stop!” I cry out desperately, panicked, sure that they’re tearing me in two. “Too much! I can’t—”
“Yes, you fuckin’ can,” Connor snaps, even as Vaelor croons in my ear, “Be our good girl, Princess.”
My chest is hot, my lungs burning for air that I can’t quite draw in, my mind fuzzy with desire. They’re filling me up, claiming an ownership over me that will be stamped into my soul. Nothing will ever compete with this pleasurable pain.
Unable to withstand it, I sink back into the hazy relief of the heat, a low purr escaping me as I writhe against them. No longer fighting the sensations. Letting the current drag me along.
“That’s it,” Connor growls, claws pricking my skin where he’s clutching me. “Fuck us, Starling.”
And I want to.
Or more, I want them to fuck me.
I don’t want gentle or easy, not like it was with Dizzy. I want their domination and rough hands, the bruises and their teeth, the instinctive knowledge that even when they break me apart, they’ll put me back together.
I want that power of knowing they can’t live without me. That they need to fill me as much as I need them to do it. I want my insides coated with their essence, cum dripping from me, my damp skin smelling of them.
I want to belong to someone who wants me just as much.
I want their desire, their obsession.
“Where’d you go?” Vaelor whispers, even as they start thrusting in tandem, one surging forward just as the other pulls back. “Stay with us, Princess.”
Connor captures my chin, peering into my face, his lips kicking up. “She’s good,” he says. “Aren’t you, Starling?” I nod, unable to stop myself, and he huffs out a quiet laugh. “Fuck yeah, you are.”
They lose themselves to the pleasure of my body, using me to drive themselves higher and higher, dragging me along with them. My clit grounds down against Connor’s pelvic bone, and I gasp, the edge of oblivion crowding closer.
But something’s missing.
A weak mewl escapes me, unable to put it into words. But a hand strokes down my back, a mouth pressing to my shoulder, soothing me even as their cocks drag against my sensitive insides.
Connor leans up, his teeth skimming over the pulse at the base of my throat, his tongue flicking out against my collarbone, and my heart skips several beats.
Yes.
Vaelor leans around me, a hand sliding between my chest and Connor’s, his palm pressing against the other side of my collarbone.
“Connor,” I cry out, filled with desperation. “Vaelor!”
Vaelor shushes me, his hand too hot, his skin singeing mine. It’s followed by overwhelming agony as Connor sinks his teeth into my flesh, tearing through skin and muscle, blood dripping down, right as it feels like Vaelor is branding me.
I scream, my vision whiting out, my chest filling with the sensation of them—vibrant tendrils of rope twisting around and around and around, chaining us together, emotion pulsing through each strand until I feel nothing but us.
My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave just as liquid warmth fills my ass, Vaelor’s breath catching as his cock pulses deep inside me.
“Vaelor…” Connor cautions.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He’s panting behind me, his hand still pressing against my chest. “Almost.”
Another rush of liquid fills me, and then he’s yanking away. I gasp at the strange sensation of his cum dripping from me, even as his lubricated cock slides against the skin of my back.
Connor grips my hips, holding me still. He braces his feet on the bed, and then he’s driving his cock up into me, pounding into me from below.
I sway, losing my balance, but Vaelor’s there, supporting me.
His face going red, Connor’s neck arches back as a loud roar fills the room, followed by scorching pain as something expands inside me, stretching my insides beyond my limits.
I thought they were tearing me in two with their cocks before, but this is something else altogether.
I shriek, fear escalating my panic, but neither of them lets me yank myself away from Connor, who slowly unlatches his mouth from my skin, his lips covered in blood.
“Don’t fight it,” he grits out, fingers pulsing into the skin over my hips.
“What the fuck?!” I cry out. “Let me go!”
Vaelor presses himself to my back, reassuring me with soothing strokes of his palms. “It’s his knot, Princess. It’s locking you together. You’ll tear yourself to shreds if you try to pull off before the swelling recedes.”
“It won’t be so bad the next time,” Connor says, not sounding so sure. “I’ve never knotted anyone before, let alone a dainty human like you.” He’s trying to lighten the mood, I think.
Too much. It’s all too much.
I fall forward, shuddering even as four hands keep stroking over me, easing me down as murmurs of praise leave their lips. Darkness crowds into the edges of my vision, and I go limp, letting it pull me under.