Chapter 8 #2
I bit my lip, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me, arching into their touch, seeking more. I didn’t understand it, this overwhelming need that consumed me. It was as if they’d unlocked a deep, primal, and uncontrollable thing within me.
Logan’s fingers slipped inside my pants, teasing along the waistband, his touch light, yet somehow still wholly possessive.
“You could have something else hidden inside these, little mate. I’m going to have to search you properly, won’t I?”
My pulse raced, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His fingers dipped lower, tracing the curve of my hip, teasing me with the promise of more. I wanted to push him away, to resist, but I was frozen, held captive by my own traitorous desire.
Edward’s free hand found its way under my bra strap, slipping it off my shoulder as Jamie’s lips found my neck, trailing kisses along my sensitive skin.
I could barely breathe, could barely think.
The sensation was overwhelming, drowning out everything else.
Fierce pleasure short-circuited through me and my knees nearly buckled beneath me.
Logan’s fingers slipped inside my panties, brushing against my slickened folds, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
I gasped, my hips involuntarily bucking toward him, seeking more.
A soft growl of pure masculine satisfaction rumbled from his chest as his fingers slid between the lips of my pussy.
“So wet for us already, little mate,” he said in a low, seductive purr.
Edward’s hand cupped my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple, sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through me. “She’s so responsive, so eager,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “I wonder how she’ll react when we take her together.”
“You can’t be serious…” I breathed.
The thought of being taken by all three of them at once sent a wave of fear and forbidden arousal crashing through me. It was too much to think about, and yet, a part of me yearned for it, craved the sensation of being claimed by them in the most primal way possible.
Jamie’s fingers joined Logan’s in the tight confines between my legs, stroking and teasing, pushing me closer to the edge. I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips, my body arching into their touch, seeking release.
“She’s not nearly bare enough for the kind of search we have in mind though,” Jamie smirked, and my eyes opened wide in realization. I was about to lose the only thing protecting any remaining modesty I possessed in front of these three.
“You’re right,” Logan replied, and a grin quirked the corners of his lips as he grasped what was left of my shirt and tore through the rest of it like it was paper.
Next came the remnants of my bra, which he shredded even more easily, leaving me topless.
Then his hands dipped to my tactical pants, and I knew that my pants were about to come off, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
I closed my eyes tight, preparing myself to be humiliated even further than I’d already endured.
Logan pushed my pants down my thighs, but his hands didn’t stop there.
He tore them clean through, decimating the fabric in seconds.
His fingers curled into the skimpy waistband of my panties, and I realized that he wasn’t planning on letting me keep them either. He intended to strip me naked entirely.
“No, wait—” I started to protest, but it was too late. He yanked them down and the fabric ripped beneath his powerful grip, the sound tearing through the silence of the night.
Exposed, vulnerable, yet somehow exhilarated, I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, my skin flushed with heat. Their eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin.
Logan’s hands smoothed down from my waist to my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles over my hipbones and then around to cup and squeeze my ass cheeks, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. “Fucking flawless,” he murmured.
Edward’s hand slipped between my legs, his fingers teasing my entrance, circling slowly, driving me mad with desire. “So wet. So ready for us,” he whispered.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it escaped anyway, a desperate, needy sound.
Jamie’s mouth found my breast, his tongue circling my nipple, sending waves of arousal crashing through me.
“Make sure she isn’t hiding anything between those pretty legs.” Logan instructed.
Jamie chuckled, his fingers slipping between my folds, stroking, exploring. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily toward him, seeking more. Without warning, he plunged a single finger inside me. I gasped, the intrusion entirely foreign.
Oh, my god.
A man’s finger was inside me, and I wanted it and didn’t want it at the exact same time.
My heart raced, my pulse thundering in my ears, my body responding to his touch with an urgency that scared and thrilled me. I was losing control, spiraling into a place where only pleasure existed.
“She’s tight, isn’t she?” Logan said and my face burned with heat.
Edward’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched me writhe against Jamie’s hand. “We’ll have to stretch her out then, won’t we?”
I whimpered, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it. The thought of being stretched by them, claimed by them terrified and aroused me in equal measure.
Jamie’s fingers pumped in and out of me, his thumb brushing over my clitoris, sending bolts of electricity coursing through my body.
I tried not to respond. I really tried, but it wasn’t long until my hips were moving with the rhythm of his hand, up and down, back and forth, and dear lord!
I didn’t believe it, but I knew if he kept this up, I was going to come and if that happened, I feared I would never be the same again.
“Please,” I begged, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I need—”
Logan’s eyes were dark with hunger as he gazed down at me. “Tell us what you need, little mate.”
“I—I—Let me go,” I managed to say, which just elicited a round of outright laughter from all three men.
“That’s not what you need,” Jamie answered, his words like velvet against my skin. “You need to be claimed. You need us to take you, to fill you, to make you ours.”
His words sent a jolt of panic through my system, but also a surge of raw, primal need. I tried to deny it, to fight against it, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, seeking more.
“She’s not hiding anything here,” Jamie confirmed, and Edward nipped at my breast hard enough to make me cry out.
“She’s got another hole I need to check,” Logan added.
No.
He couldn’t mean…
No, that couldn’t be right.
He wasn’t going to…
He was.
Jamie pulled his hand away and without another word, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own arousal on my tongue.
I gagged, the feeling and taste foreign and debasing, but I couldn’t pull away, not with the brick wall behind my head.
His fingers moved in and out of my mouth, while Logan’s hand shoved between my legs, taking over for Jamie.
I could hear the sloppy sounds of my mouth and the wetness between my thighs, and I flushed with heat and humiliation, but the arousal burning between my thighs only grew stronger.
Logan slipped his fingers inside me, and I moaned, his fingers somehow a bit thicker and rougher, stretching me wider.
He pumped his digits in and out of me several times, thoroughly coating his fingers with the copious wetness between my thighs.
Jamie pulled his fingers free from my lips and Edward’s mouth crashed into mine for a kiss.
I was too distracted to fight back when Logan drew his hand away from my pussy and snaked it around my waist, dipping lower and dragging his fingers down the cleft of my ass before they pressed in between my cheeks and settled directly on top of my asshole.
“I’m not hiding anything else! I promise!” I squeaked, trying desperately to prevent him from doing what he was about to do.
Please. Not there.
But Logan was not going to be deterred. His finger pressed in, forcing my tight ring to open up around his digit, the pressure so uncomfortable that I couldn’t even begin to understand how to process it.
It was wrong and strange and horrible, and yet, also oddly pleasurable in a way I had no experience with, but none of that changed the fact that my virgin asshole was getting stretched for the first time and it hurt. It fucking hurt.
“She’s so fucking tight! Fuck!” Logan growled.
He pressed in deeper, his finger pushing past the rigid ring of muscle, invading me in a way that made me squirm and writhe against the wall.
My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. My asshole clenched around his finger, trying to force him out, but Logan forced more of his finger inside me, past the first knuckle and then the second, until it was fully seated inside me.
I writhed and moaned the whole time, the burning pain hurtling up and down my spine, but that all paled in comparison when he pulled it out and forced a second one inside my ass.
This was the most uncomfortable, invasive, humiliating experience of my life, and yet, I was so close to orgasm.
The feeling of fullness, the pressure, the way my body clenched around him was all too much and not enough at the same time.
I couldn’t understand how this could feel so wrong, yet so right, and somehow, as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of my ass, my body responded, arching into his touch, seeking more.
“She’s not fighting anymore,” Edward smiled, his voice thick with desire. “I think she likes it.”
“She loves it,” Jamie added.