Page 77 of Desired for Her Blood
Zuben turns away from me.
I’m about to call out to him again, but feel other hands on my body, and turn to see Ryker and Axel on either side of me, touching my body, gently, as if I might break.
Looking down, I realize my skin is tender, like a sunburn, but it doesn’t feel sore. Notthatsore. I want their hands on me far more than I care about pain.
Sliding their hands to my breasts, I press them against me, looking back and forth between these two men, who’ve got so much tenderness in their eyes.
But tenderness isn’t what I need. Not right now.
Zuben. I need Zuben. He’s the one who can deliver what I really need—a mind-numbing hard fuck—but he’s walked away, denying me.
Axe’s other hand lands on my thigh and I reach down to slide it between my legs. The shock in his eyes quickly turns to desire as he strokes his thick finger through my folds, clearly feeling my wetness.
“Please,” I say, my voice hoarse. “One of you…inside me…now.”
My mind clarifying, I remember that Axe and I haven’t taken that step yet. This would not be the ideal situation for our first time, but I can’t bring myself to care.
My need is far greater than any emotional or sentimental concerns. Regret is something I can save for later.
Ryker kisses me, and while we’re kissing he stands, lifting me into his arms. My legs leave the ground, and Axe stays close, his fingers stroking my sex from behind.
I raise my legs to wrap around Ryker, trying to make contact between my sex and his, but before I have a chance, Axe lifts my hips up and away from Ryker’s body. Then from behind me, Axe positions my pirate’s cock at my entrance.
Ryker groans into my mouth as Axe pushes down on my hips.
Ryker’s cock bursts through my entrance, and I cry out at the relief and the utter delight.
As if checking on me, Ryker breaks our kiss to look into my eyes, and apparently satisfied, he tips back his hips and then thrusts, driving into me fully as Axe braces me from behind.
One of Axe’s hands reaches around my chest, while the other stays tucked under my ass, holding me still as my body adjusts to Ryker, who’s filling me completely.
As they hold me still between them, my hips rock against my pirate, eager to find some friction, and then the two men exchange a look.
And Ryker starts to fuck me. Hard.
Solid as a wall at my back, Axe supports me as Ryker thrusts, pounding now, not moving as quickly as I know he can, but thrusting hard enough to give my body some of what it so badly needs.
I lean back into Axe, half reclined and stretched between the two men, and I look into Ryker’s eyes, his gaze intense with pleasure.
“Fuck, Ember.” His voice is strained. “You are so fucking tight. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He curses with each hard strike. “I think your cunt muscles got stronger.”
At his words, I realize I’ve been squeezing, and I concentrate to relax my inner muscles.
Immediately, I see the effect on Ryker’s face, and he’s able to thrust more quickly, moving at a speed I can barely perceive. My pleasure builds.
I contract around him whenever I can gather the energy and the will to, loving how I can see the impact of my actions directly in his expressions, in the muscles of his abs, in the sound of his breaths.
Reaching back, my fingers find Axe’s solid hip, and he moans at my touch.
“Flip me over.” I need to see Axe.
Ryker pulls out and they turn me.
In a flash I’m facing Axe, my arms on his shoulders as he supports my inner thighs tipping back my ass. Ryker drives inside me from behind, the depth of penetration feeling even greater now.
I try to pull myself up to kiss Axe, but Ryker takes my hips in his hands and starts driving inside of me so quickly I can no longer make voluntary movements.
Suspended between the two men, my breasts swing on each thrust, and all I can do is hold on to Axe’s shoulders, my forehead against his chest.
