Page 19 of The Possession

I swallowed, glancing up at the other alpha male, noting the devious twinkle in his gaze as he knelt on the bed beside me and unbuttoned his pants. “I need you to get me hard again,” he said. “Give me your mouth. Now.” He slid the zipper down, exposing his semi-hard arousal, the angry head jutting toward me in a beckoning manner.

His palm went to my throat, then to the back of my neck as he pulled me toward him, forcing me to partially lift my shoulder blades off the bed to reach him beside me.

My lips parted as if he commanded them—which he did to an extent—and my tongue tasted the bottom of his shaft, noting the freshly cleaned scent coming from his skin. I swallowed him as deep as the position allowed, doing so easily since he wasn’t fully erect yet.

Master Luka shifted away from my thighs and slipped off the bed. The rustle of fabric followed, suggesting he was removing his clothes.

“I want to watch you take all of me,” Master Declan murmured, guiding me to lie fully on my back once more, and straddling my face. He gripped the headboard, then pumped into my mouth similarly to how he’d done with my ass.

My throat restricted around him, causing me to choke at the sudden intrusion.

He merely smiled. “I know you can do better than that, Savannah.”

Someone else settled between my thighs, but I couldn’t see him, my vision entirely blocked by the dominant male fuckingmy mouth. I cried out as someone penetrated me below, my inner walls spasming in protest.

I was too sore to be fucked that hard.

Definitely not Master Luka, I thought, aware that the size wasn’t right.But fuck, that hurts!

Master Ian slammed into me, hitting me deep as he pressed his thumb to my clit and gave it an unexpected pinch, causing stars to shoot off behind my eyes. It wasn’t an orgasm but an aftershock, my body not yet ready to be pleasured again.

Yet Master Ian didn’t care.

He was playing with me like a doll, taking me with abandon.

And I wasn’t sure I would survive it.

“Fuck,” Master Declan groaned, his forehead falling onto the headboard. “Make her scream like that again.”

“My pleasure,” Master Ian replied, his hands on my hips and tilting me upward to receive him at an even sharper angle.

I gagged around the dick in my mouth, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the pleasure-pain erupting inside me from Master Ian’s brutal thrusts.

Then a tender touch drifted down my sternum, causing my nipples to bead in expectation.Master Luka.He tweaked one of my tightening buds as if to confirm my thought.

He was so close, watching his friends use me as if they owned me, and I knew he was hard from it, could feel his need for me mounting by the second.

This was the part he enjoyed.

Watching.

Master Declan pulled out of my mouth, his eyes glowing with approval as he looked down at me. “You’re lucky he owns you, pet. Or I’d be making you mine right about now.” He looked over his shoulder. “I mean,fuck, Luka.”

“I think that’s exactly what he wants to do,” Master Ian replied, withdrawing from me.

My skin tingled, my heart galloping in my chest.

The three men prowled around me, their masculine energy a blanket of heat and lust that intoxicated my every breath. But it was Master Luka who held my attention. He’d reclaimed his throne, his dark eyes dictating the show without any words needed.

These males clearly knew each other well.

They moved as a unit, their intentions clear.

Master Declan removed his pants and whatever else he had on—was he even wearing shoes? I couldn’t remember—and climbed onto the bed. “Come here, little pet,” he told me as he sat against the headboard. “Straddle me and put my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

I shuddered, not sure if I was ready for this again already, but not having much choice.

Master Luka was watching me, his expression a mask of indifference.

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