Page 100 of Prey

“This should be educational,” Ezra murmurs.

Nikolai’s hands are already working at my clothes, peeling away layers while his mouth trails fire down my throat.

I arch against the wall as Nikolai’s hands claim every inch of exposed skin, his mouth hot and demanding against my throat. The knowledge that eight pairs of eyes are watching sends liquid fire straight to my core.

“Look at her.” Darius’s voice is thick with arousal. “Fucking beautiful.”

“She likes being watched,” Marcus observes, and I can hear the rustle of clothing, the unmistakable sound of a zipper. “Her pupils are blown wide, breathing’s shallow. She’s getting off on this.”

He’s right. God help me, he’s right.

Nikolai’s fingers find the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head in one swift motion. My bra follows, and suddenly I’mhalf-naked in front of them all, my breasts bare and nipples hard from the cool air and their hungry stares.

“Fucking perfect tits,” someone groans.

“Christ, look at her nipples,” another voice adds. “Like little pink berries.”

Nikolai’s mouth closes over one peaked bud, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. His hands work at my jeans, dragging them down my legs along with my underwear until I’m naked, displayed like an offering.

“Spread her legs,” Darius suggests. “Let us see what our Hunter’s been claiming.”

Nikolai obliges without question, hooking my knees over his forearms and opening me wide. The position leaves me exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on I might die from it.

“Jesus fuck,” Marcus breathes. “She’s soaked. Look at that pretty pink cunt, all wet and swollen.”

“She wants it,” Theon observes, though his voice carries heat. “The physiological responses are unmistakable.”

I watch as they all get their cocks out, but the sight that draws my attention is Marcus and Dominic pressed against each other near the couch, Marcus’s hand wrapped around both their cocks as they watch us.

“That’s it,” Dominic murmurs to Marcus, though his eyes never leave where Nikolai is positioning himself between my thighs. “Stroke us both while we watch him fuck her.”

The sight of them touching each other while watching us is obscene and beautiful and so fucking hot I nearly come from the sight.

Nikolai frees his cock, the piercing glinting in the light as he rubs the head through my slick folds. “Tell them,” he demands. “Tell them who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasp as he pushes just the tip inside. “I belong to you, Nikolai.”

“Louder,” Darius orders. “Let all of us hear it.”

“I belong to Nikolai!” The words tear from my throat as he slams home in one brutal thrust, filling me completely.

The room erupts in appreciative sounds as they pleasure themselves to the sight of us.

“Fuck her harder,” someone calls out.

“Make her scream,” adds another voice.

Nikolai sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me harder against the wall. The angle lets him hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke, building pressure that threatens to shatter my sanity.

“Look at how she takes his cock,” Marcus pants, his hand moving faster on himself and Dominic. “Such a good little slut, opening up for him like that.”

“Born to be fucked,” Dominic agrees, his head thrown back as Marcus’s grip tightens. “Born to be claimed and used and bred.”

The dirty words wash over me like gasoline on a flame. I’m burning up, consumed by sensation and the knowledge that they’re all getting off on seeing me taken so thoroughly.

“She’s close,” Ezra observes with clinical detachment that somehow makes it filthier. “Vaginal contractions increasing, vocal patterns shifting. Approximately thirty seconds to climax.”

“Come for us,” Darius commands. “Come on his cock while we watch. Show us how good he makes you feel.”