43. Camilla
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
CAMILLA
I grasp hold of Bishop to hold me steady, but the two huge sets of hands are doing that for me. There’s so much emotion swirling around inside of me as Kaos notches his cock at my tight ring, but I’m too caught up in the pleasure running rampant through my body.
I never knew it could be like this.
Of course I already figured out that sex is way fucking better than I ever expected it to be, but I never anticipated how intimacy with another person could make you feel so much. How your heart can swell as your body experiences unbelievable pleasure. And I’m just extra lucky because I have four men who treat me both like I’m their perfect princess and their filthy whore.
Bishop takes my lips with his again, gently coaxing them apart with his tongue as Kaos begins pressing inside me.
The stretch is so intense I can’t help but wince. Fuck. I knew it was going to hurt having them both inside me, but I wasn’t quite prepared for this. It’s not pain like I’m used to. Maybe closer to discomfort. But it takes my breath away.
Bishop holds me steady as his tongue sweeps over mine, and the combination of the two of them drags a strangled moan from my throat.
“You’re doing so good, Princess,” Kaos praises from behind me. “Just relax for me, and we’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
I take a deep breath and sink further into my kiss with Bishop, allowing him to distract me from the way Kaos is stretching me.
Another hand moves over my back, and I tear my lips from Bishop’s to meet Kovu’s wild blue eyes. He’s kneeling beside me with his cock in his hand as he watches the way his best friends fill me.
“Fuck, Little Lamb,” he groans. “You look fucking perfect right now. Like our perfect little whore.”
A moan tumbles from my throat as Kaos pulls back slightly before pressing a few extra inches inside me, causing both Bishop and me to moan.
“Fuck, I can feel your piercings,” Bishop grits out.
Kaos chuckles roughly from behind me as he slips deeper again, and I can barely breathe, I’m so full. My body is stretched to its limits, but I’m not in pain. Or at least not a pain I can’t handle. I’m surrounded by the men I love as they take what they need from my body.
How could that possibly hurt?
“Are you in yet?” Bishop grunts. “She’s squeezing my cock so tight, and I really need to move.”
“Almost there,” Kaos forces through gritted teeth, and a smug sense of satisfaction washes over me that I can make these two powerful men struggle to contain themselves.
“Please,” I moan.
That single word is all Kaos needs before he surges forward and fills me completely. A strangled scream tears from my throat as my body stretches to its limits, and I’m so impossibly full I don’t know if I need more or less of them.
I bury my face in Bishop’s throat as I breathe through the discomfort, and he brushes his hands down my arms.
“I’ve got you, love,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear.
“I think I need you to move,” I whisper.
“You think?” Kaos chuckles roughly.
I throw a look over my shoulder at him, which just makes him laugh harder.
“You heard her, she needs more,” Crew says from the edge of the bed, and I only get to glance at him for a moment before Kovu is climbing to his feet in the middle of the mattress and guiding my face back to his cock.
He slips between my lips at the same time Bishop helps to guide my hips up his length, and as he pushes back inside me, Kaos retreats.
They set a slow but confident pace that makes it almost impossible to breathe on its own, and then add the way Kovu is fucking my mouth without mercy and my lungs are struggling to pull in a full breath.
“Fuck,” Kovu grinds out. “You don’t know how fucking beautiful you look right now, Camilla. All your holes are full of us, our little whore.”
I groan around him, and Bishop chuckles as he sinks his teeth into my bared throat. Pain wraps itself around me, but that only heightens the pleasure.
“She really liked that,” Kaos growls.
“She sure did.” The tension in Bishop’s voice is so thick I wish I could look at him, but that would mean I would have to stop sucking Kovu’s cock, and that’s not an option right now.
Bishop’s tongue laps at the bite mark he just inflicted before he sucks the battered skin hard, causing the mix of pleasure and pain to roll through my body again.
“Oh fuck,” Kaos groans. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” Bishop agrees.
“Kovu, stop fucking her mouth,” Crew commands, and for a moment I think he’s going to argue, but then he takes a step back but keeps his hands threaded in my hair.
He drops down beside us and slips his hand between me and Bishop, quickly locating my clit and sending a surge of pleasure through my entire body.
“You gonna come with them, Little Lamb?” he murmurs, his lips so close to mine I can almost taste them.
“I need more,” I pant. More of what, I’m not sure because I’m already so fucking full I can barely move, but all I know is there’s something missing.
He chuckles as he circles my clit with one hand, and then the other comes up and wraps around my throat, squeezing so hard heat engulfs me. “Were we not being rough enough with you, Camilla?” he asks as he drags his teeth down the side of my throat, and my entire body trembles.
Crew chuckles from my other side, and I realize he’s moved closer. “You’re not even close to being finished yet, Little Menace.”
“Oh god,” I choke out, and for once they don’t bother to remind me he’s not here.
“That’s it, love. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock,” Bishop coaxes.
Kovu pinches my clit between his fingers at the same time his teeth sink into the side of my breast, tearing a strangled scream from my throat a moment before my orgasm crashes over me.
In the distance, I hear a roar behind me and a series of curses in front, but I’m too lost in my own pleasure as my release rolls through my body.
My orgasm is all-consuming, and I tremble violently through it. It may only be my second orgasm, but having two that were so powerful back-to-back has made my body boneless as I collapse against Bishop.
There’s silence for long moments, and I allow myself to relax between them as fatigue weighs down on me. But we’re not done yet, and I’m as excited by that thought as I am horrified. I’m going to be walking funny for a week if they keep this up.
Bishop presses a gentle kiss to my temple as Kaos pulls out, causing a groan to fall from my lips. The feel of his cum slipping from my ass makes my cheeks heat, and I bury my face deeper into his chest to hide my embarrassment.
But it’s short-lived because as soon as he steps back, Crew appears at my back.
He tugs my body against his, shifting Bishop’s still hard cock inside and causing us both to groan.
“Do you trust us, Little Menace?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately.
Some may call me stupid, naive even, but I know there’s no one on this planet I can trust more than the four men in this room.
He carefully lifts me from Bishop’s cock, and the moment he slips free, I feel impossibly empty, making me crave more. I don’t give myself a chance to overthink the way cum slips down my thigh or how I’m already craving more of them. Surely what they’ve just done to my body should be enough. Surely I should be wrung out and exhausted. I mean, I am, but I’m also all too aware of the fact two of my men need me as badly as I need them.
Kovu appears beside us, and I lean into him, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. It’s one of the few places on his body where his tattoos don’t cover some kind of scar, but it’s also where I can feel his heart bumping beneath his ribs, and I lean into the feeling.
In a few practiced moves I don’t allow myself to dwell on, I find myself straddling Crew’s thighs as he lies in the middle of the bed, his mismatched eyes filled with emotions I never would have expected from the man with the iron heart. The man who dragged himself and his family through the ranks until they hit the highest possible place.
He looks at me like I’m his entire world. Like his life begins and ends with me. Like I’m his queen.