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Fatigue was kept at bay by the remorseless need to come and the constant thrill that came with their exertions. To the physical force of their fucking, they added a new layer of sensual dominance. Felix cupped her breasts in his palms and gently squeezed her nipples while Rufus coiled her hair into his fists and held her head steady. Neither of them led nor followed each other, and to her amazement, it was if they could read each other’s thoughts, and mutually directed her in a silent partnership. No seer could have foretold this evening—a mortal girl of little importance fucked by two heroic gladiators in the heat of a sultry night.
A wild-eyed Felix gathered her waist in his expansive grip and rammed her down harder on his cock. It signalled a need to climax. She responded by dancing faster and closing her eyes.
Rufus thrust with purposeful energy and filled her anal passage to the hilt and the intensity of his thrust nearly undid her resolve to be obedient.
“I’ll scream,” she gasped, aware of their surroundings for the first time in a while. Only sheer determination held off her orgasm.
Felix burrowed his hand between their hot bodies and rubbed his thumb on her crowning clitoris. She tried to slap his arm away in an act of silliness.
“Naughty girl,” Rufus rebuked. He folded her arms behind her back and kept them there in his firm grip.
“No, no,” she shrilled. “I will scream.”
But it was too late. Felix had mastered their combined climaxes to perfection. Whatever signals he passed to Rufus, she didn’t see, but the apex of her climax, the point at which her body juddered in exquisite contractions, Rufus clamped his hand over her gaping mouth and stifled her scream.
Felix came an instant before Rufus, and the seed pooled in her belly adding to the fire of her orgasm. She rocked in slow motion, lost her senses to oblivion, and milked their cocks with uncontrollable spasms. Finally, she flopped forward. Opening her wet eyes, dampened by tears of both pain and pleasure, she greeted Felix’s flushed face cheeks with a smile. He nodded, as if to congratulate her, and swept the ragged locks of her hair away from her eyes. She slipped off his waning erection, somewhat relieved it had lost its awesome power while Rufus exited her tightening hole, trailing warm kisses along her spine as he shifted backwards.
“Sleep now,” Rufus said gently.
They eased away from her and gave her the space she needed to cool her melting body. Later, in the night, they took turns to spoon her body and keep her warm. She welcomed each embrace and cared only that she had slept with both of them. As for her heart, where it belonged was a mystery to her frayed mind. She thought she’d given it to Rufus, but now, she wondered if it was possible to give it twice.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Amazing.” Rufus stared at the sleeping Bethan, whose arms lay outstretched above her head. “Such a bold and courageous creature we have found.”
Felix had finished bathing her and throughout her tranquillity had not been disturbed. “She’s exhausted, poor girl. But, you are right. She is all that I could wish for in a woman.”
Rufus pursed his lips. The expression on Felix’s face was unusual, almost too content. A happiness had descended over his friend that matched Rufus’s own, and it caused an uneasy feeling in Rufus’s stomach. Draping his cloak around his shoulders, Rufus hugged the robe to his naked chest.
“You want her?” he asked in a hushed tone.
Felix’s forehead furrowed into lines. “Why, of course. I have always.”
“I mean to bed alone.”
“Ah,” Felix grinned. “You fear I might not allow you your share?”
Bethan murmured in her sleep and her eyelids briefly fluttered, but she remained lost to the world of dreams.
Rufus didn’t answer. He lowered his head. He feared more than that. Sharing her with Felix was truly incredible and her orgasms had been joyous to watch. But he’d also had seen the way she gazed at Felix. With a heavy sigh, Rufus collected up a blanket and walked over to the narrow cot by the window.
Without looking at Felix, he finally answered. “It is of no consequence, since she is a slave, she is always yours.”
Felix rose to his feet and sat next to Rufus on the cot. After a quick glance at the sleeping girl, he spoke. “What is amiss?”
“Nothing,” he replied with a dismissive shrug.
“No,” said Felix calmly. “Tell me. I did not train you to splice a man in two and still be afraid to speak your mind to me.”
Rufus sighed again. “I wish that she were free. Because I love her.”
“As do I.” Felix gestured toward her.
“Why?” Rufus hated the prospect of falling out with his friend over Bethan, but the threat lurked in the back of his mind that they would not see Bethan the same way ever again after tonight.
“Because she pleases me,” Felix said with simplicity. “I love her devotion.”
Rufus flicked a tiny spider off his arm and the creature scrambled away on the floor. He could kill a man with his bare hands, but a spider deserved the opportunity make its web—a home. Was that lack of certainty about his future with Bethan at the heart of his issue?
