Page 80 of Marked By Moonlight
Hiseyes stay locked on mine, and I swear I see his jaw tighten, but it’s hard to tell from this angle.
“What do you want?” a male voice says against my ear.
Flaming desire courses through my body, settling between my legs. It’s a mix of need and pain that feels like it’s about to rip me apart if I don’t do something about it soon.
“Pants—” I heave out a breath. “Off.”
Before I can get the second word out, my pants have been ripped from my body along with my panties until the only thing left on my body are my boots. There’s no chance for a chill to affect my body, as the number of hands touching me is doing more than enough to keep me warm.
I should blush at my sudden nakedness. But the painful desire I feel is too strong to feel anything else.
I exist to feel this desire.
I exist for these men to touch me. To ravish me. To make me come.
My eyes cut back to the alpha. Tohim.
“Don’t fuck him. Everyone but him.”A female voice I don’t recognize floats through my head.
“Why not?”I think back.
“Because he will hurt you. He’s not to be trusted.”
I frown. He looks like he’d be a good fuck. It’s a shame I can’t have him.
Before I can think more about him, I feel a hand brushing over the sensitive flesh of my upper thigh.
I gasp at how intense the feeling is. I can’t keep track of all the hands, of how many men are touching me, wanting me. The feeling is incredible and overwhelming at the same time.
“More—I want more,” my words come out in a throaty voice.
“So do we,” another male says.
“Then take it. Take it all from me.”
I’m so hot, so needy. I won’t survive without a cock inside me much longer. I can’t comprehend what all these men could do to me, but I do know I need to be filled. I want to scream my orgasm through the woods until every man within a five-mile radius hears and wants to come to give me another.
Hands grip my thighs, and then suddenly, I’m lifted up into the air. And then it’s not just the hands that I feel.
Wetness begins to coat my body as their mouths and tongues brush against my skin. Against my throat, I feel their lips sweeping kisses. Both of my nipples are sucked into two of their fiery mouths. One is taking his time running his tongue gently over the tip of my nipple before sucking gently. While the other is devouring my nipple—sucking, and licking, and nipping at it with his sharp teeth until I yelp at the mix of pleasure and pain that ripples down my body. The sound only makes the man work harder on my breast.
My thighs are spread wider, and I can hear a bit of a scuffle at my feet.
I smirk. They are fighting over who gets to take the space between my legs. But they are taking too long.
I need…need…need…
Fingers dance up my inner thighs on each side of my legs. They tease me, but do not draw close enough to the apex between my thighs.
“Please,” I beg them. “Please touch me.”
Low growls ripple through every man around me.
I shouldn’t be greedy. I should be patient. There are already so many men’s hands on my body that I can’t keep track of them all. But none of them are touching me where I need them.
My eyes blaze with desire as I look from one face to the next, waiting for any of them to touch me like I need them to. To be the first of them to fuck me. To dampen this uncontrollable desire ripping through me.
They all look at me like they’d be happy to oblige, but there still seems to be a scuffle that I can’t see happening past my feet.
