Chapter 12 #4
He entered me slowly, making me gasp. My hands fisted in the blankets as he filled me, inch by agonizing inch.
He took his time, a controlled, almost clinical precision that was as maddening as it was exhilarating. He watched my face, my reactions, adjusting his angle, his pace, drawing out every gasp, shudder, and moan.
“Eamon,” I breathed, my hips rocking against him, desperate for more. “Please…”
He smiled. “Patience, little mate. You’ll come when I say you can come.”
He moved with a steady, relentless rhythm, each stroke a masterful blend of pleasure and torment.
His hands roamed my body, tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my breasts, his touch a brand that seared my skin.
His knot was next, swelling inside me. Before long, it locked in place and my eyes rolled back in my head.
My mind splintered. My hips bucked wildly, seeking a release I was becoming more and more desperate for.
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “Come for me,” he whispered.
And I did. I shattered again.
With a low groan, Eamon drove into me with one last hard thrust, his hot seed erupting inside of me in spurts. When he was finished, he collapsed against me, his body a comforting weight as his knot slowly deflated, his breath warm against my neck.
I thought, for a fleeting moment, that it was over.
I was wrong.
Strong, wiry arms—I knew they were Nox’s even before I saw him—lifted me from the cot. I felt like a ragdoll in his grip as he positioned me on my hands and knees, and I felt Nox settle behind me, Eamon still supporting me from the front.
Then I felt a slick finger probing my other entrance.
I tensed, a flicker of apprehension cutting through the haze of desire.
He couldn’t mean to… I couldn’t possibly take him there…
“Shhh,” Eamon soothed, his hands stroking my hair. “Just relax, little mate. We’ll take care of you.”
Nox’s finger was gentle, patient. He used the combined slickness from my body and the others to ease the way, circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing inside, just to the first knuckle.
I gasped, intense pleasure mingling with a deep, burning blush of shame. It was so intimate, so forbidden, and the fact that they were all watching, that they were all a part of this, only made it more potent.
“Look at that blush,” Eamon murmured. “So pretty. But you like it, sweet mate. You like being taken everywhere, even there, don’t you?”
I keened, my hips pushing back against Nox’s finger, a silent betrayal of my body’s true desires.
He worked me open, first with one finger, then two, stretching me, preparing me. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a dark, sinful pleasure that made my head spin. The burn was delicious, a slow, constant heat that built deep in my core.
Then Eamon’s hand slid down my belly, his fingers finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive from my previous orgasms. He began to circle it, sending fiery jolts of pleasure straight through me.
“Please,” I begged, my voice a ragged whisper. “Please…”
Nox’s fingers withdrew, leaving me feeling suddenly, achingly empty. I whimpered at the loss, but the sound was cut short by the feeling of him positioning himself at my rear entrance.
He entered me slowly, carefully, the broad head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle. I cried out as he stretched me, filling me in a way I could never have imagined before. It hurt in a way that felt like a wildfire, but a wave of pleasure followed in its wake.
“Breathe, little mate,” Eamon urged, his fingers still working my clit. “Let him in. Let us have all of you.”
Nox slid deeper, and I cried out. He was patient, giving me time to adjust to his size, at least until he pushed all the way inside me.
Then he began to fuck my ass in earnest.
Each stroke was a deep, possessive thrust that sent pleasure coursing through me.
Eamon’s fingers on my clit were like a drug, driving me towards the edge. My hips rocked back against Nox, meeting his thrusts.
My head fell, my eyes fluttering shut, and I moaned.
“Look at me,” Eamon commanded.
I forced my eyes open, my gaze locking with his. He was still kneeling in front of me, his expression a mixture of primal need and an adoring tenderness that made my chest tighten.
I felt a movement beside me, and then Griff was there, kneeling beside Eamon. His magnificent body was on full display, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched us.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he growled.
I opened my lips and he pressed the tip of his cock to my tongue. I wrapped my mouth around his thick length, taking him a bit deeper as I got used to the feeling.
He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. “That’s it, mate. Take me deep.”
I relaxed as much as I could, letting his impressive girth slide deeper, until he was hitting the back of my throat.
Griff’s hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, making my head spin. I could feel his controlled restraint, the instinctual need to claim me warring with the gentle way he held my head.
Nox’s thrusts in my ass became harder, faster, his grip on my hips tightening.
“You’re so fucking perfect, mate,” he grunted.
Eamon’s fingers on my clit were a masterful torment, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with a light pressure that had me squirming, my hips pushing back against Nox, silently begging for more.
The tightness in my core squeezed, demanding release. Everything else ceased to exist. There was only Nox’s cock in my ass, Griff’s cock in my mouth, and Eamon’s fingers on my clit.
“You look so beautiful like this,” Eamon praised. “Taking all of us one after the other.”
I moaned around Griff’s cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath. His hips bucked, and I took him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate him.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Take me down that pretty throat.”
Nox’s movements became more erratic, his rhythm faltering as his own release built. His hands tightened around my waist, his grip possessive, almost bruising.
Then I felt the tell-tale swelling at the base of Nox’s cock. But this was different. This was new. The thought of him knotting in my ass, of being tied to him in such a forbidden, intimate way, sent a jolt of heated desire through me.
My inner walls clenched in anticipation, a hungry, desperate response that made him growl.
“You feel that, mate?” he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “You feel how much I want to lock myself inside your tight little ass?”
I could only whimper in response as he continued to thrust, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
The pressure built, a slow, intense burn that stole my breath.
It was almost too much, but the pleasure that came with it was blinding.
The feeling of being stretched so wide, of being filled so completely, was an addiction I never wanted to kick.
With one final, brutal thrust, he seated himself to the hilt. The sensation was a white-hot explosion of pure ecstasy. Nox’s knot swelled to its full, intimidating size, locking him inside me, and I screamed around Griff’s cock, the sound muffled and desperate.
Eamon’s fingers pressed a bit harder on my clit, his firm touch sending me spiraling over the edge and making me jump off the deep end into an abyss of agonizing euphoria.
I came yet again with a strangled cry, feeling a violent, exquisite wave of pleasure that left me breathless and shaking.
With a hoarse moan, Nox’s cock erupted inside me, and I shuddered with pleasure as he filled me up.
Griff followed a moment later with a guttural roar, his hot seed spurting down my throat. I swallowed, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my own orgasm, the taste of him salty and musky on my tongue.
For a long, blissful moment, the world consisted of nothing but the pounding of our hearts, the ragged sounds of our breathing, and the exquisite feeling of being completely claimed.
They’d made me theirs.