Page 79 of Princess Claimed

Crusher claims he only cares about protecting me, he acts like our connection is only about sexual gratification, but if that were true, why is he caressing me so gently right now? He’s clearly enjoying the feel of my skin and finding comfort in knowing I’m nearby.

On my other side, Phil turns from his back onto his side, and he looks into my eyes as his fingers make circles over my belly.

His fingers aren’t demanding round thirty either—or whatever round it might be at this point. Phil’s touching me because he wants to, because he enjoys it, and because he knows I love being touched. I stroke his arm, and the love in his eyes deepens.

Crusher’s hand rises higher on my thigh, and I part them slightly, letting his fingers casually tease through my folds. His touch lacks the ambition it has when he’s preparing to fuck me. Instead, Crusher’s fingers are gentle, lazy, like he wants to better understand all the textures and shapes of me.

“Are you always wet?” Crusher asks without lifting his head.

“Around you two, I am.”

He pushes up on one elbow to face me. “I’m hard around you. Constantly.” The look of wonder in his eyes nearly crushes my heart.

There’s not one of these four men I don’t care deeply about. I’ve already told Phil that I love him. Could I love more than one of them? Is that even possible?

Of course it’s possible. Selina, my own sestra, has four mates: two vampires, one giant and one human; and my friend Ember took three mates, one of them part bear.

Even before knowing Selina or Ember, I knew that vampires had the capacity to love many, but I didn’t think I had the capacity to love even one. Not like this. Not in this excruciating, frenzied, ecstatic way that makes me positive I’ll die if one of them ever leaves me.

“You’re amazing,” Crusher says as he strokes me. “So responsive to even the lightest touch.”

His finger grazes my entrance, circling there, and my hips pulse in response.

Phil’s fingers trace lines on my torso, moving from the top of my pubic hair, up to my throat and then back down, repeating the slow motion over and over.

Desire builds inside me again. “I can’t believe I’m saying this.” I place one hand on Crusher’s thick shoulder and the other on Phil’s chest. “But if you two keep touching me like this, I’m gonna need someone inside me again.”

“Do you mean touching you like this?” Crusher grins as his index finger slips inside my body.

My back and hips arch up off the bed.

“Oh, yes. More.”

Phil kisses me as Crusher’s thumb presses against my clit, rubbing there as he adds a second finger inside me.

I lift one of my legs, the one close to Phil, hoping to draw Crusher’s fingers deeper inside me. It’s far from my first kiss with Phil, but it’s the most intimate and gentle one we’ve shared yet. And as our lips fully lock in a deep and passionate kiss, Phil strokes the back of my raised thigh as Crusher’s fingers continue to plunge.

I light on fire. Writhing under their hands and their lips, I grow greedy for more. It’s difficult to fathom how much pleasure these men can deliver, or how close I feel to both of them right now, how quickly I’ve come to fully trust them with my life, with my body. Phil’s hand slides from my thigh to my ass, and then his finger circles my asshole, teasing my pucker, making me even more desperate with need. His finger flicks forward to gather some of my juices and then he presses more firmly against my tight back opening.

“Aaah!” I moan into our kiss.

He pulls back to look into my eyes.

“Do you like to be touched back there?” he asks, his eyes drunk on desire.

“I…I’m not sure.”

“Should I try?” Phil asks.

I nod, and he moves his smallest finger there, sliding it alongside Crusher’s fingers to gather some lubrication, and then circling, pressing, teasing me open to accept his fingertip.

He pushes it in. My head tips back as I moan through the intense and unexpected feeling. Phil pulls his finger back out.

Shifting on the other side of me, Crusher looks into my eyes. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

I shake my head.

“Would you like to try?”

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