Page 192 of Craving Consequences

Lachlan’s panting into my ear, deep, jagged breaths that match the tempo of his heart slamming into my shoulder blade.

But it’s the lift and match of his hips to Van’s strokes that I can’t stop watching. It’s the lock of his knees trapped in his sweats, but his inability to care when he’s getting manhandled.

“No,” I whisper, enthralled by the sight. Elated. Dizzy with arousal. “Again.”

“Hear that, Lach?”

He doesn’t give the other man a chance to respond when he gives another harder whack that sends shockwaves through my clit.

But Lachlan bows under me. His free hand shoves under my top, across my chest, through the collar to clamp down on my throat.

“Fuck!”

The guttural sound vibrates down my spine with the most beautiful warmth that has my body seizing. His cock pulses in Van’s fists, thick and heavy and so close to me I can feel the heat of it radiating against my already drenched core.

Van smirks up into my face. It’s so cruel and unforgiving. The cold bite of someone merciless.

And I love it.

It’s so hot. So perfect. I’m lost in the lewd display between my thighs. The dirtiness of it as they play together without my prompting. As Van gets Lachlan ready for me.

“Like this?” he taunts, still stroking.

He must be doing something right because Lachlan is crushing me. His hold is suffocating as he jerks into the other man’s hand with writhing hips.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Want daddy’s best friend to breed you?”

I’m gasping for air, head a mess of desires, too desperate to formulate a single word when he follows the filthy question with the sweep of his tongue between my folds.

He groans, a sound of pure bliss that curls my toes. It pulses where he suctions his lips with mindless greed.

Behind me, Lachlan shudders. His arm tightens around my middle, his hand across my throat as if trying to anchor himself to something solid, but I am already a mess and in no shape to save anyone else.

Van smirks again, enjoying the torture. There is nothing but sadistic pleasure in his eyes when he guides Lachlan’s leaking cock to my entrance. His fist stays wrapped around the appendage, stays in control as he uses the fat head to stroke through my soaked folds. To nudge in only to pull up and over my clit.

“Fucker!” Lachlan wheezes, head falling back on the pillow.

Van only snickers and circles my switch. “She hasn’t answered.” He penetrates me again with just the head only to pull out again.

“I’m going to kill you,” Lachlan snarls.

“Beg, little doe,” Van tells me, circling my opening. Nudging, but with no relief. “Beg to let him cum in you. Beg to let him put a baby in you like a good girl.”

“Please. Please, Daddy, put a baby in me,” I wheeze, shameless. Desperate.

That seems to be the last straw.

Lachlan snarls, the sound of a feral animal right before he drives forward without waiting for Van. He sheaths himself in one hard, brutal thrust that rips through me with the sweetest agony.

I scream and Van steals it. He smothers my wail behind a palm as I jerk back, spine snapping up into a pulled bow as I cum. He holds me down as his friend slams into me again andagain. Violent and pitiless. A man unhinged. Possessed with the need to claim and conquer. The fingers at my throat flex between mercy and punishment as he controls my air. Oxygen Van is already stifling.

I’m dragged over and across Lachlan, back across his chest, legs wide. My good hand claws into the tendons. The knuckles. Nails tear into flesh. Drawing blood and a snarl from its owner.

But rather than fury, his eyes darken with pleasure. They spark with need as he drops his head and drags a tongue across his injuries. His nearly black eyes never leave mine over the hand he has yet to move and something in me tightens.

“Want to breathe?” he taunts, moving over me, over Lachlan. His massive body wedges between my sprawled legs, knees planted on either side of Lachlan’s hips. “Then you can’t scream, little brat. You can’t let Teddy and Lauren know you’re getting your pussy railed in here.”

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