Page 41 of Bought to Break
Kane said nothing, but his expression darkened and Lana suspected he saw yet more bruising between her legs. He put his tongue there, at her base, and her breath hitched. He licked upwards in one smooth stroke up her slit, which made her shudder and her hips move without her meaning them to. She gave a low moan as he pulled her nether lips apart and gave her a slow perusal. One thick finger gently explored, sliding into her, and she gasped, writhing under his touch.
‘She’s ready.’ His eyes met hers with more than a little masculine pride. ‘More than ready.’
She knew he spoke the truth. She could feel wetness leaking from her and it seemed to please him. With one final, pleasurable lick, he surged to his knees and unfastened his leather breeches. He too was ready and released his immense cock, which seemed to get even bigger in his hand. She looked up into his eyes, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in and tensed.
‘Relax, Lana,’ whispered Viktor into her ear. ‘He’ll do the worst of it quickly.’
Lana willed her taut muscles to loosen with minimal success, but it didn’t matter. Kane’s cock probed her where his finger had gone before. He moved his hips forward and she watched with a whimper as he positioned himself. He was impossibly thick. Surely it couldn’t fit, but he pushed forward until he was just inside.
He locked eyes with the others and their grips on her arms and legs tightened. Then he looked at her and for an instant she saw guilt. She opened her mouth to tell him it was all right, that he was right; as insane as it was, she did want this. But Kane thrust at that very moment in one quick movement, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, thrashing as she tried to escape the immense fullness and the sting of pain.
Kane didn’t move, allowing her tight passage to stretch. The discomfort abated slightly after a few moments, and she opened her eyes to see a sharp dagger in Kane’s hand. Before she could make another sound, he’d made a small cut above her left breast.
She watched in confusion as he bent down and licked the drop of crimson that trickled from the tiny wound. Sorin reached down and smeared some on his finger. Her eyes followed his hand up as it went to his lips and he licked the blood from it, and she felt Viktor stretch to do the same.
Then Kane began to move his hips. With every thrust, Lana cried out as his cock filled her painfully and she hoped he would finish quickly. But then, gradually, other sensations began to build, and before she realised it, she was moving her body in time with his, undulating her hips as she strived for even more of him inside her. He pumped into her hard and fast and she moaned loudly.
Somewhere amidst the hard cock thrusting into her, Viktor rubbing himself against her while he bit and kissed her neck, and Sorin reaching down to play with her breasts, Lana saw another man standing in the shadows. She looked up at Kane and found him staring into the darkness himself. He glanced back down at her, his eyes triumphant.
‘Spread her wider,’ he commanded, and Viktor’s fingers tightened on her knees, splaying her legs even more. Kane pistoned into her more vigorously, rubbing against that part of her that they’d touched before. Suddenly what had been building inside her overflowed. She screamed as ecstasy enveloped her, straining against the hands that held her, and the tight coil of pleasure was suddenly released in a tumult of sensation. After what seemed like forever, she collapsed back into someone’s arms and nestled against a large chest as her limbs were freed. She yawned and half-listened to their murmured conversation, her eyes closed in exhaustion.
‘It’s done.’
‘She seemed to enjoy it.’
‘You did well. I didn’t think she would find release tonight.’
‘Open her legs.’ That was Kane.
He would show them the other marks that had been left by Ryon and the others when they’d continually poked at her with their hard fingers.
She made a sound of displeasure as her legs were spread slightly.
‘Hush now, girl; no one’s going to take you again, not yet.’
There was silence before she heard one of them curse and Sorin spoke in soft tones. ‘We should have made them suffer more before we killed them.’
‘It’s too late now. At least she had some revenge.’
A laugh.
‘I couldn’t believe it when she stabbed Ryon in the chest. I didn’t think she had it in her.’
‘If there was ever a sign that she’s one of us, that was it, to be sure.’
‘I suppose she really is our Fourth.’
‘Well if she’s not, it’s too late now,’ came Kane’s dry reply.
One of them began to gently wipe Kane’s seed from her with a warm cloth, and she sighed in tired contentment, nuzzling into the Brother who held her.
‘Let her sleep now. Her training begins tomorrow.’
‘Who will tell Greygor?’
Kane chuckled. ‘He already knows.’
Chapter 21
