Page 144 of Pretty Little Prey
Luna thrashed on the mattress, jerking her hips up to his, desperate for release. That dusky cockhead was near purple with desire, the veins so prominent, she thought she might feel each of his heartbeats with it inside her. He notched his big cock to her entrance and shoved inside, burying himself in her tight, wet heat.Always the perfect fit.
His grunt of pleasure echoed her moan of ecstasy. His free hand, not around her neck, dragged down her chest, playing with her pinkened mounds of flesh and pinching her nipple. Looming over her, he savagely filled her, tunneling in and out of her, eyes locked on hers.
All the while, Kobe, Sly, and Nikolai ran their hands over her body, stroking themselves while watching her.
Her mouth still hung open, incapable of speech or truly anything other than panting out every breath.
“Mine,” Bastille declared through bared teeth.
He felt so good inside her. Too good? Her nearing orgasm was rising once more, a balloon about to pop. He rubbed the spot that made colors dash across her vision. He grabbed at her left thigh, moving it up and changing the angle to something earth-shattering. She quivered as he rammed away inside her.
“Mine,” he repeated in an animalistic growl.
“Mine,” Kobe joined in, suckling at her right nipple as Sly did the same to its twin.
“MINE.” Daxton pounced onto the bed beside them and rolled them over, knocking off the others.
Bastille gnashed his teeth as his shaft slid from Luna’s slick pussy. Daxton quickly secured Luna so that she laid on top of Bastille’s chest, her body and legs stretched wide in front of where Daxton hovered over her on the mattress. With her back to Bastille and her front to Daxton, she was reminded of Bastille’s earlier threat of double penetration.Not a threat. A promise.
She wanted it. She wanted all of them inside her. Touching her. She wished she had more hands.
Daxton buried his thick shaft inside her once more. Someone’s hand sank down to play with her clit as the dragon resumed his addictive thrusts. “Mine,” Daxton growled again as he hammered his urgent hips to hers. Hard. Fast.
“More,” she cried out.
Daxton froze over her, and she blinked open her eyes to see he was being choked by a hand behind her. Bastille. The two men gazed at each other from over her shoulder. Daxton shot his own hand up and held Bastille in the same threatening grip. Both men already panted, but the choking led to tense, red faces.
A blood vessel made itself known on Daxton’s forehead as—while being choked—he thrust inside her, slow and hard. Hard enough that her back was crushed into Bastille’s chest with each motion. Daxton clearly could not breathe through Bastille’s hold on him, yet he couldn’t stop fucking her.
“Mine,” Bastille said.
“M—uh—nah,” Daxton could barely speak through the choking.
Shit, Bastille is really crushing his throat.
In a moment of coherent thought, Luna moved to distract the man at her back on the bed. She maneuvered her hand around her bottom, lifting herself up to touch the hard bulge at her lower spine. She teased his cock, stroking her thumb over the sensitive skin under the head of his length. That seemed to get Bastille’s grip to loosen on Daxton’s neck.
She continued her manipulations on Bastille’s cock, rubbing and jerking him off behind her until finally his grasp on Daxton’s throat loosened. His hand fell from him and moved behind her instead.
She gasped when his hot cockhead brushed against her back entrance. He teased the rosebud of flesh, pressing the tip inside her enough to have her sucking in two lungs-full of air.
“Mine,” he repeated.
“Mine,” Daxton shot back aggressively as he quickly jerked his hips, making the four-letter word seem to have multiple syllables according to his fast thrusts inside her.
“Yours,” she whispered, taking every one of his savage thrusts and trying to get adjusted to Bastille’s slow descent on claiming her virgin ass.
“Ours,” another masculine voice growled. Kobe. The way she had been repositioned on the bed meant that—with her head fallen back at Bastille’s shoulder—she saw Kobe crouched directly by her head. His hand swept up and down his flushed erection, the tip no farther than two feet away from her face.Want him.
She gazed at his dick and licked her lips. Even with the possibility of being filled by two men at once, she wanted three.Go big or go home.
But it wasn’t just her heat.I really do want all of them. Smirks from Sly. Grilled cheeses and caveman grunts from Kobe. Snarky remarks and dirty yearning from Nikolai. The kindness and need to spoil her from Daxton. And the raw intensity and dominating magnetism of Bastille.
They are mine.
Keeping her gaze zeroed in on Kobe’s hand jacking his cock in long strokes, she craned her neck, licking her pursed lips.
Reading her mind, Kobe sank closer, his knees on either side of her and Bastille’s head as he lowered his shaft to her lips. With her head hanging back, her throat was level, a straight tunnel he could thrust inside. The perfect position for deep throating.
