Chapter 10 #2
Axl tweaks her nipples, twisting them hard enough to make her yelp, before he leans over and bites one of them gently.
I stand back, watching the three of us claim her, watching her take everything we give her. My cock is already hard again, aching for her, but this moment isn’t about my need. It’s about showing her exactly what it means to be ours, to be part of us.
Cillian pounds into her with savage intensity, each thrust driving her backwards up the bed. She takes it all, her body a conduit for our pleasure, her submission a gift more precious than anything I’ve ever been given.
“That’s it, sunshine,” Axl murmurs, his hand tangling in her wet hair before he drops his hand around her throat and squeezes. “Take it all.”
I move closer, my hand sliding over her hip, feeling the way her body trembles with each thrust from Cillian. Her skin is slick with water and sweat, and I can see the way her muscles tense, coiling tight as pleasure builds inside her again.
“Look at me, Red,” I command, and her eyes snap to mine, glazed with lust but still holding that fire I fucking love. “You’re ours now. No going back.”
She can’t respond, but I see the answer in her eyes. The acceptance. The surrender. The fucking triumph.
Cillian’s thrusts grow more erratic, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck, I’m close,” he grunts, his voice strained.
“Fill her up,” I tell him. “Use her as a little cum dumpster before Axl has a turn.”
Cillian grunts and slams into her one last time, his whole body going rigid as he unloads. I watch her pussy clench around him, milking every drop, and the sight nearly undoes me. I grip my cock, bringing my hard-on back to life.
Cillian withdraws, and I help Sorcha flip onto her hands and knees. She’s trembling, her arms barely holding her up, but she doesn’t complain. She looks back at me over her shoulder, her ice-blue eyes burning with a challenge that makes my cock throb.
Axl positions himself behind her, his hands gripping her arse cheeks and spreading them wide.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with appreciation.
He slides into her pussy slowly, savouring every inch, and she moans, her head dropping forward.
I grab the lube from the bedside drawer and squirt some onto my fingers before I press them to her rear hole.
She squeaks, but she lets me prepare her arse.
Axl picks up the pace, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounds into her. I can see the way her back arches, the way her whole body tenses as another orgasm builds inside her. She’s close, so fucking close.
“Make her come,” I growl at Axl, my fingers moving faster, fucking her arse with more urgency. “Make our girl scream.”
She comes apart, her whole body convulsing as the orgasm tears through her.
“Fuck, she’s clenching so tight,” Axl groans, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Come inside me,” she pants. “Let me feel you drenching me.”
“Fucking hell, sunshine,” he growls and slams into her one last time before he groans, dumping his cum inside her.
I watch as Axl pulls out, his cum dripping from her well-used pussy. My cock is rock hard, aching to be inside her. I move in, positioning myself behind her trembling form. Her arse is slick with lube, prepared and waiting for me.
I press the head of my cock against her tight ring of muscle, feeling the resistance. I push slowly, inch by inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. She gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growl. The sensation is overwhelming. Her arse grips my cock like a vice. I give her a moment to adjust, my hands stroking her back, feeling the way her muscles tremble beneath my touch.
“Move,” she demands, her voice breathy but commanding. “Fuck me, Ciar.”
That’s all the permission I need. I pull back and thrust hard, setting a brutal pace that has her crying out with each stroke. My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as I pound into her.
I lose myself in the rhythm, in the tight heat of her arse, in the way she pushes back against me, meeting each thrust. I can feel my orgasm building, a hot coil of tension in my spine. I reach around, finding her clit and rubbing it in rough circles.
“Come for me again,” I command, my voice harsh. “Come while I fill your arse.”
Her body tenses, her back arching as another orgasm rips through her. I slam into her one last time, holding myself deep as I empty myself inside her.
I stay buried in her for a long moment, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her body.
Finally, I pull out slowly, watching my cum drip from her arse.
She collapses onto the bed, her body spent and trembling.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her right now—covered in our marks, filled with our cum, utterly wrecked and utterly ours.
I gather her up, pulling her against my chest. She’s limp, boneless, barely conscious. Her breathing is ragged, her skin flushed and damp. I carry her back to the shower, which I’d left running in my urgency to keep fucking her. The other guys follow, crowding into the space with us.
We wash her together, our hands gentle now, reverent. Every touch is a promise, a claim, a vow. She belongs to us, and we’re never letting her go.
When we’re done, I wrap her in a towel and carry her back to my bed. She’s already half-asleep, her eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused. I lay her down carefully, covering her with the duvet.
“Rest,” I murmur, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. “You’ve earned it.”
She mumbles something incoherent, her eyes closing completely. Within seconds, she’s out cold.
I turn to find Axl and Cillian watching us, their expressions mirroring my own satisfaction.
We’ve claimed her completely, in every way possible.
Tomorrow, we’ll make it official with blood.
But right now, in this moment, she’s already ours, and I will slay anyone who tries to take her away from us.