My pussy practically hums with anticipation, with the greedy need to have something back inside.
But he takes forever, inching in with a mocking slowness that I can’t even scream at him for. And he knows it. Knows the torture I’m under as he pulls out all the way before pushing in with the same cruelty.
I’m openly weeping by the time he’s finally settled. My core is a pulsing fist sucking uselessly at him while he focuses entirely on my breasts. On the hard peaks he worships with his hands and mouth.
Over his head, Vaelith meets my damp eyes. One hand tucked under his chin as he watches me suffer.
Malakar barely moves. Barely does more than the shortest, shallowest pumps. When he cums, I’m furious. Spitting mad as he kisses the tip of my nose and pulls free, adding his mess with Aamon’s.
I’m going to kill them.
All four of them.
But there’s a spark of hope when Ciaran moves to stand before me with that monster between his legs. That beautiful piece of meat that should be illegal and I know ... I know he’ll fuck me right. He’ll scratch that sweet ache.
I’m whining like a lost puppy as he peers into my eyes.
“Easy, my love,” he soothes, leaning in and kissing my bottom lip. “I know. You want to cum.”
I nod vigorously and plead with my eyes. And I’m rewarded with the graze of his fingers stroking my switch. The lazy tease that has my lashes falling closed and my breath catching. My muscles coil with every sweep.
All the while, he whispers to me like I’m a skittish horse. A fragile thing he’s calming with his voice.
“Shh,” he croons with the initial invasion of two fingers through the puddle his brothers have left behind. “God, you’re such a good girl, Rina. Deep breaths, love. That’s it.”
Four fingers.
Five.
His entire hand.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I scream. Try to. It’s a hoarse sound of pain.
He’s in me to the wrist. His knuckles graze the tree in the other channel. He moves. Thrusts. Sucks my nipples and tells me I’m such a tight little whore, a good girl.
I know I wondered what it would feel like back at Aunt Laura’s house when I was frozen and he put his whole hand in, but feeling it, feeling every wiggle of his fingers, feeling each scrape of his knuckles...
Still nothing compared to when he slips out, claps his sticky fingers around my throat and replaces it with his cock.
Full in.
No hesitation or ease.
He feeds every veiny inch with a single thrust that breaks my capacity to function. It destroys my sanity, the very air in my lungs with the hard clamp of his fingers. My lips tingle. My eyes roll back.
And he keeps whispering what a pretty girl I am taking him like this. How good and tight I feel after getting filled by his brothers.
It’s such a mind fuck, the soft, sweet words contradicting the punishing slams of his hips. The firm grip of his fingers. It’s confusing my senses, throwing my head and body into conflict. Tossed in with the blinding need to cum, to submit to the gnawing hunger
Behind him, Malakar is on all fours between Vaelith’s knees. Throat full with my husband’s beautiful cock, his hand between Vaelith’s spread thighs, working his back entrance with matching pumps.
At the foot of the bed, one hand braced behind him on the mattress, Aamon watches them, watches his Father get hisdick sucked while palming his own with long, languid pumps to match.
The entire time though, Vaelith never takes his eyes off me. Never so much as blinks. His entire focus is watching me get used. Filled and stretched. The unwavering focus has Ciaran groaning into my ear when I tighten around him.
“Like that?” he teases against the sensitive skin of my jaw.
