Page 19 of Fighting for Her Heart
Gasping against Axe’s chest, I try to spread my legs wider to make more room for Ryker, but the jeans around my shins continue to limit my movement. Surrendering, I lean into Axe, holding tight as Ryker drives hard and fast, stealing my sanity and any semblance of my ability to notice anything beyond the friction of skin against skin, of hardness penetrating softness, and the punishing heat that’s incinerating every nerve in my channel.
Sandwiching my body between them, my two loves move closer together to straighten my torso, and I feel the damp heat of Ryker’s breath on my throat.
His fangs pierce my vein.
My back arches, my neck and ass tip back as my body does its best to give Ryker full access to both my vein and my cunt at the same time.
In front of me, Axe cups my breasts and looks deep into my eyes as all the blood in my body rushes toward Ryker, both through my throat and from inside my pulsing sex. It’s like my body is splitting in two with my blood’s twin desires to feed both Ryker’s mouth and his cock. It’s fucking amazing.
After a few long, sucking drafts, Ryker slows the pace of his feeding as if he wants to drink from me as long as he can, and I am not about to complain.
Given Ryker’s rapidly thrusting cock—combined with his slow sips from my throat, and Axe’s gentle teasing of my nipples—I’m transported right out of my body. I have no remaining perception of my existence, not beyond the places where I sense the men’s attention on my skin, inside and out.
Over and over, Ryker drives into me, each stroke coming quickly and filling me so completely, each thrust stimulating new places and lifting my pleasure to new heights. And all the while his mouth remains latched to my throat, his fangs penetrating me along with his cock, and my blood flows slowly into his mouth.
One of Axe’s hands leaves my breast, and then slides down to find my clit. I lean against my mate, as he strokes my sensitive nub, and I squeeze and release my inner walls around Ryker. I’m so ready to climax.
As if realizing it too, Axe pinches my clit hard between his thumb and forefinger, and then releases it to flick lightly. At the switch up on my most sensitive sex organ, my insides detonate in a million simultaneous fireworks that expand inside me and seem to escape straight through my skin.
Ryker’s fangs pull out of my throat and he shouts. His hands grip my hips tightly and he changes his position, lifting me higher and bending his legs to better drive up and into me hard and fast and deep.
His rhythm turns erratic and his erection grows inside me as he slams me up and down over his cock, with punishing thrusts that might hurt if they weren’t lubricated by the forceful eruptions of his hot spunk, shooting so far inside me I swear I can taste it.
And still, wave after wave of contractions consume me, my body shaking and shuddering, writhing between the men’s bodies and completely beyond my control.
My sex is on fire, supercharged by my orgasm and by Ryker’s seed, and I lose all sense of space and time.
Awareness drifts back in and I realize I’m now in Axe’s arms, held tightly against his chest, my legs dangling. My cunt is still pulsing, still feeling full even though I’m pretty sure nothing’s inside it. Ryker pulls my jeans off my dangling feet and then he caresses and kisses my ass and my back as Axe holds me aloft.
“You okay, my darling?” Axe asks, and I nod, trying to find the energy and air to answer.
“Your vein…” My words come out softly, but Axe knows what I need.
Shifting me in his arms, Axe lifts me higher, giving my mouth access to his throat, and I plunge my fangs into his vein.
The first hot, meaty spurt of Axe’s blood hits my tongue, and at the same moment, he pushes two fingers inside me, leaving them deep but still.
I ride his fingers as I feed, swiveling my hips as my pelvis undulates to slide my body up and down and around, pumping over his digits that are partially holding me aloft.
And still Ryker’s hands and tongue and lips continue to explore the back of me, and his teeth nibble, taking near bites of my ass as I ride Axe’s fingers and feed.
Drinking as slowly as I can, I reach back for Ryker, and one of his fingers slides between my crack, stroking me as I work myself over Axe’s fingers.
Each time Ryker grazes my butthole, he pushes against it a little, getting more and more invasive with each pass until, with a hard thrust that’s timed with me dropping down over Axe, Ryker pushes his finger inside by ass.
Gasping, I release Axe’s vein, and I look into his eyes as both men let me ride their fingers—Axe in my cunt and Ryker in my ass. And instead of double the pleasure, it’s more like a thousand times more intense. But perhaps that’s the effects of the feedings—mine and Ryker’s.
“Think you can take both our cocks at the same time?” Ryker asks, his lips near my ear.
“Yesssss.” The word slides out of me on a wave of intense heat and pleasure. “Fuck me, both of you. Please.” I’m on fire, my body wanting anything and everything these men can give. Their fingers, a moment ago the best thing ever, are now not nearly enough.
Ryker’s finger slides out of my ass and Axe adds a third into my cunt, twisting them inside me as he carries me over to the bed and sits down at the end, his fingers spreading inside me as I sit astride his legs and continue to lift myself up and down over his extended thick digits.
Reaching between us, I take hold of his rod, finding it pulsing and hot and so hard it’s difficult to remember it’s part of his body and not some massive, rigid, granite obelisk.
Ryker lifts me from behind, and Axe’s fingers slide out from inside me. Then Axe uses my juices to dampen his cock before the two men position me over him.
“Go slow,” Ryker says to Axe. “I remember that thing being huge, but fuck!”
