Page 98 of Fated In Ruin

“How does she taste?” Rohr’s consuming gaze tracked up and down my body as Blake rocked back on his heels, holding my legs apart, keeping me completely exposed to Riordan’s roving eyes. “She’s fucking soaked,” he said approvingly, leaning in and running his fingers through my folds, then plunging them into his mouth.

“She needs you, Rohr.” Blake moved aside, but kept me pinned, not letting me close my legs. “Look at how swollen she is, how fucking ready. She needs us inside her. Don’t you, mate? Do you want us filling all your greedy, empty holes? Are you going to take us both at the same time?”

“Yes,” I muttered through gritted teeth, that demanding, achy need rising again, just from the filthy picture he’d painted in my mind. My hands were buried in the sheets, fingers twisting the fabric desperately, trying to keep myself grounded in this sea of lust.

I almost had myself back under control, then Riordan slowly undid his pants, let them fall.

His cock sprang out, thick and veined, crown weeping as he stroked himself, his eyes still fixed on my pussy, and my core throbbed in time with every long, slow drag of his hand, picturing all of that inside me, pumping hard.

Blake let me go and stepped back, his lips still wet with my juices, a look of such carnal abandonment on his face I wondered if what we shared was remotely natural. Everything felt too intense, too deep, too consuming, but I couldn’t get enough.

Of having these two powerful, gorgeous males completely undone at the sight of me.

This could go to a girl’s head.I blew out a shaky breath.It really could.

“I hope you’re ready for us, Silver.” Riordan’s voice was full of darkness, the kind that sent a trickle of fear induced excitement down my spine. “Punishment and reward.” He gripped my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed, until his thighs pressed between mine, his cock nearly reaching my belly button.

“Pleasure and pain, mixed together.”

He dragged his fingers down my belly, then surged forward, hand landing beside my head as he lined the head of his cock up with my entrance, my eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. “No,” he husked. “Open your eyes for me, Silver. You look at me when I drive my cock into you, then we’ll give you everything you need. Both of us, together, that’s what you want?”

“Yes,” I hissed, trying to bump my hips forward, the sight of him taking my breath away. There was something different about Rohr, something almost unhinged as he thrust, filling me in one hard stroke as I screamed his name, stretched and claimed and gloriously full.

Riordan slid a hand beneath my ass and lifted me, neck cording as he strained to work himself deeper, until he was fully seated and we were staring at each other, my hands resting on his shoulders, his breaths coming fast. “You feel like fucking heaven,” he groaned. “So fucking tight. Squeeze me, Silver, squeeze my cock.”

I clenched around him and he threw back his head, hissing in pleasure, then was moving, hips slamming into mine, fingers digging into my ass as he drove himself into me with a fury that wasn’t gentle or kind, but sent his name spilling from my lips, over and over again.

His hair hung down around his beautiful face, framing his burning gaze in a tangle of wild black, as he watched me, rolling his hips with every strong stroke, hitting deeper and deeper, my bottom lip pinched between my fangs as I thrashed and writhed beneath him.

Then he stopped, and the world spun in a circle.

I ended up on top, impaled on his cock, bigger and thicker and longer, as I sank down around him with a dark, delicious stretch of sensitive flesh, my palms planted flat on his broad chest, thumbs tracing his tattoos as I tried to catch my breath.

He bumped his hips up slightly and I moaned, the penetration like an earthquake at my very center.

“Are you close?” he stroked his thumb down my cheek. “You’re clenching around me like you are.”

“Yes.” I ground down on him, my hips writhing in a circle, trying to release this building pressure, to break this coiling tightness.

“Not yet. Not until I tell you it’s time.” Riordan pinched my chin between his fingers. “We’re going to share you, Silver. The two of us. This will take some preparation and some patience, but we’ll both be inside you at the same time. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I hissed again, even though I hardly knew what I was agreeing to, only that I did. I wanted them both, I wanted them to share me, use me, lick me and bite me and kiss me and keep me forever.

I never wanted to give them up. never wanted any of this end.

Then Blake was at my back, Riordan’s mouth capturing one aching nipple, his tongue tracing lazy circles around my breast while his hands drifted up and down my sides, slow and lazy. I was just relaxing into the lazy bliss of the moment when Blake’s teeth…fuck, Blake’s teeth clamped down on my shoulder in such a powerful show of domination I moaned out his name.

Riordan moved underneath me, all thick churning muscle and straining hardness as he drove himself into me with another hard thrust, holding my hips, my soaked pussy gliding up and down his thick length, stretching around him in the most delicious way.

“Relax, Silver. Trust us.” A flicker of confusion went through me as his hooded gaze went feral, hands clamped over my thighs to hold me in place. Then Blake fingers skated from where we were joined, dragging moisture up between the globes of my ass, until his thumb pressed against my tight, virgin hole.

“Oh.” I breathed. “My. God.” My entire body undulated between them, and Riordan chuckled, catching my other nipple in his mouth, lashing the tight nub with his tongue.

Be a good girl and stay still, let your mate play.

“Relax, Evie,” Blake’s voice was little more than a rough growl. “I’ll go slow, and this might feel strange at first, but I’ll be gentle. You can take my cock, but I have to get you ready.”

“Do you want me to hold you still?” Riordan asked hoarsely. “Would you like me to keep you in place while he gets you ready to take him?”

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