Taken
I didn’t want him to stop.
I just didn’t want him there.
“Okay, baby, okay,” he murmured, swiping my tears away as I took shaky breaths.
“No, please. Don’t stop,” I whimpered. I wouldn’t let Amos ruin this for me. I was choosing this. I was choosing him.
He tensed behind me, waiting.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he grunted.
“I… I am. Please, Daddy. Fuck me,” I begged.
Erase it all.
He didn’t hesitate. He reached down and ripped the latex away, discarding the last barrier between us. He didn’t need it anymore.
He hauled me up and flipped me onto my back, my head near the foot of the bed.
“It’s taking everything in me not to demand his name, to rid him from the world for you. I’m not him. You have nothing to fear from me,” he promised.
I nodded as tears rolled down my face and dripped from my chin. His hand returned to my hair, and with a firm pressure, he flipped me back over. He hauled my hips up, dragging me toward him until I was once again face down at the edge of the mattress, forced to present for him.
“You’re mine to ruin,” he growled. My eyes darted to Kade. He shook his head and mouthed ours.
My gasp turned to a moan as he pressed me deeper into the bed.
Every time he slammed into me, I sank further into the bed, the weight of his body pinning me to the softness until I was encased.
His fingers weren’t just touching my clit—they held me, pinching and circling with a relentless pressure that had me sobbing into the sheets.
I felt small, cherished, and mastered, lost to the world of softness beneath me and the hard force of him above.
His hand was on my spine, his fingers lighting a fire.
It squeezed my hip and waist before sliding down my rolls.
His fingers expertly pinched my clit, and I screamed.
I bucked my hips, thighs shaking. I clawed the sheets as he pistoned into me.
My breasts dragged against the material as he stuffed me full of his cock.
The new angle hit all the right spots, and I was weak beneath him.
He cursed because of me and that had me coming apart.
He didn’t stop. He fucked me. His breath short yet restrained.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get more intense, his fingers rubbed against my clit.
Spots danced across my vision as I came.
The sound of his knot slapping violently against my heat echoed through the room. I thought I’d given myself to Dane, but I’d been wrong. He’d taken me.
A sudden crack erupted from the shadows. Kade had reached his limit. He threw his empty glass into the fireplace, the crystal exploding into a thousand shards that mirrored the way I was coming apart. He didn’t say a word as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes locked on the way Dane was buried in me.
“Fuck. This pussy was made for me. You’re my personal cum rag, aren’t you?”
I gasped, a shiver racking my frame. Every word burned like fire, but I was starving for the heat. Dane knew exactly how to break me—and I wanted him to.
My mouth hung open, words lost to a mind filled with nothing but him.
The silence was a mercy, a peace found only in the obscene suction as he pulled back, only to slam home as if the world would end if he weren’t buried deep inside me.
My body jerked with every strike, a mindless pulsing of bliss and force.
“I’ll never get enough,” he grunted.
Same.
Dane withdrew and flipped me onto my back. He hovered above me like the Grim Reaper here to claim my soul. With the way sweat glistened over his forehead, the ink stretched tautly over muscle, and the way my juices made his cock glisten, I was about to hand it over to him.
His hungry gaze ravaged my body as he adjusted his grip on my hips. He shifted, pressing himself against me, but his cock stood so proud he couldn’t slide in. I reached up, guiding him down until his tip pressed against my entrance. His chest rumbled in approval. My toes curled at the sound.
Slowly, he slid in, spearing me open. The thick, heady feel of him inside me was like a drug—addictive, overwhelming. I widened my legs, needing more. I swallowed as his cock disappeared into me. My lips parted as I held myself open for him.
This feels different.
I had a front row seat as he wrecked my already-sore walls. My gaze flicked to his face and everything clenched. His head was tilted, his teeth dug into his bottom lip, his eyes glued to where we connected. He pulled out of me and we both groaned as he slammed home.
“Dane,” I moaned.
“Louder, Babygirl.”
He pulled out as far as he could without fully leaving. His hard cock filled me and my hands dropped above my head.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His hair was a mess. I reached up and grabbed a handful. My pussy made loud whooshing noises as he filled me, the wet friction echoing in the quiet room as he fucked the air right out of me.
“Oh, Dane,” I cried out to the only God I’d worship.
“Scream it,” he commanded. My walls tightened around him.
No, no, no.
Not yet.
I want to keep going.
“Dane!” I obeyed.
My body had other plans. The weight of him pressing down on me was something I didn’t know I needed. He felt warm.
His arms slid under my back, his hands gripping my shoulder. He drove into me as he held me still.
“Damn it all, V. I’m never letting you go,” he growled.
“Oh, please,” I begged.
I never want him to.
I dug my nails into his arms as he pinned me beneath him, my weak grip on his neck barely holding me in place. He grunted and slammed into me. My eyes widened, soundless.
Beside us, the leather of the chair creaked. I could hear his breathing. It was hungry and perfectly in sync with the wet slap of Dane’s hips.
I let myself fall into it. I cried out, his name on my lips as he pushed his knot in. My nails dug deeper. I couldn’t get away. His chest against mine, our hearts beating as he stretched me to the limit with his knot. Tears ran down into my ears as he pounded me relentlessly.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded.
I stared into the devil’s eyes and loved every fucking minute. I came violently around him, begging. For what, I didn’t even know—but needed anyway. His knot began to swell, locking us together as he gave one final-bone deep thrust.
Kade’s scent was stronger. It turned dark and smoky as he watched his brother claim me.
Dane hooked his arms under my knees and hauled me up until I was straddling him, keeping us fused as he sat back.
My body bounced with the remnants of my peak, his name a prayer on my lips.
His hot tongue glided up the side of my neck.
He held back his release, his knot stretching me to the limit as he continued to grind into me, a slow, punishing friction that refused to let the moment end.
“Vera, my Vera,” he groaned.
“Cum in me,” I begged.
I whimpered as the first rush of heat warmed me from the inside.
Kade didn’t stay in the chair. I felt his large, calloused hand wrap around my ankle, pulling my leg tighter around Dane’s waist, his low growl a second heartbeat in the room that pushed me over the edge as Dane claimed my soul.
“Mine,” Dane growled, his teeth nipping at my neck. He held me down by my waist, thrusting up into me. My head lolled onto his chest and he held me close. Darkness closed in, and I was powerless to fight it. I swear I hear the impossible before it takes me.
Mate.