Page 25 of Princess Claimed

“I didn’t pull out of her,” he says in a panic, but instead of looking at me, he turns back toward Flame.

“Enjoy it.” Flame growls and then thrusts even harder.

Blade’s mouth opens in an airless gasp. His gaze rises toward the ceiling, his eyes nearly rolling back, and then he looks down into mine.

“Holy shit.” Blade says, barely able to breathe now. “Flame just came inside my ass.” His cock twitches and pulses inside me, and another orgasm starts—or maybe it’s a continuation of my last one, and my hips pulse as I fight to move in response.

Bracing his hand against the wall, Flame thrusts erratically, creating even more friction between the three of us and taking my pleasure even higher.

I’m drifting on a cloud now; floating on a stimulating sea; sliding against the most sensual and erotic surfaces in existence. The laws of gravity no longer apply, nor do those for time and space. The wall goes soft behind me as I sink into it, or perhaps I have drifted away from it. My mind has lifted out of my body, and I’m no longer sure where I am.

And as my orgasm subsides, I realize I have physically moved. I’m no longer standing, but lying on the bed, and the two men are beside me, stroking me, rubbing my skin, and kissing me. I’ve never been so happy.

Each time we’ve had sex, these men have introduced me to new experiences, taken me to new heights, and each time I’m sure that I’ve discovered my limits, or found the boundaries of the universe they’ve introduced me to, they prove me wrong the next time. If I live another thousand years, I don’t think I could ever tire of the pleasure these men have given me, or the intense mixture of lust, protective instincts and caring I see in their eyes.

The door opens and light stabs into the room.

“What the actual fuck?” Phil stands in the entrance, glaring. “How the hell could you let his happen?”

Springing across the room, he lifts Crusher by the throat.

Chapter

Thirteen

Blade

Flame leaps off the bed toward Phil, who’s holding Crusher off the ground, his hand tight around his neck.

“Hey, brother. What’s your beef?” Flame claps Phil on the back.

Cuddling Ana against me, I pull up the duvet to shield her as she recovers her breath and watches the action. And speaking of action, I wonder how much Phil saw or heard of what went down in this bedroom. Ana’s body is still vibrating. So is mine. It’s been years since Flame fucked me, something we used to do when no females were available or, frankly, whenever I was feeling lonely or sad.

Flame can always detect my dark moods and having him inside me can fill a deep hole. I don’t mean just literally. Sex with Flame reminds me of the special bond we’ve shared since we were kids. Reminds me that someone on this earth truly cares about me. That someone loves me.

That’s what love is. What I have with my three brothers, but especially with Flame. We would do anything for each other.

What I feel for Ana? It’s similar, but different, and beyond confusing.

Phil drops Crusher to the floor. “This is your fucking fault.”

“What is?” Crusher’s shoulders expand as he faces Phil.

Crusher’s the only person on this planet who never shows fear in front of the large, red-haired vampire. Even our master showed fear around Phil.

Shaking his head, Phil points toward the bed, and his jaw twitches as if words are forming but he’s too enraged to release them.

“What’s the problem?” Crusher asks. “Did you want to fuck her?”

Ana tenses, her body shifting against me. And if the result of this beef is Ana staying in my arms, pressing her warm, soft body even more firmly against me—then Phil can continue being an asshole. He looks like he’s about to explode.

“That’s not what I fucking mean.” He glares at Crusher. “And you know it!”

“Then what do you mean?” Crusher asks calmly. “I can’t read your mind.”

“Her!” He glares toward us, and Ana sucks in a sharp breath. “It’s your fault she’s here.”

I cringe. The look in Phil’s eyes is so fierce, and Ana’s their primary target. I can only imagine the terror she feels.

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