Somewhere in my spinning thoughts, I realized she might break skin, skin that was still in armored mode, but the moment her nails scratched through, all rationality vanished. I kissed her harder, deeper. Claimed her.
Then I felt it, a finger pressing close. Too close.
A flash of raven locks and red eyes were in my peripherals. Rasmus.
His voice was venomous, dragging me back into the moment. “You barged in. Got hit with my magic. You better believe I’m not letting anyone ruin this.”
I growled at the intrusion, wanting to throw him across the room, but I couldn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stopfucking.
“Let him,” Aniyah gasped, her head turning toward me, eyes fogged with lust, a wicked grin on her lips.
Then she bit my bottom lip, drawing blood. I didn’t even register the moment he dipped his fingers down, dragging them through our mingled slick on her thighs.
“She’s making extra,” he said, sounding drunk on her. “It’s part of my magic.”
If he kept talking, Iwouldkill him. Then her sweet, husky voice dissipated along with any thoughts outside of keeping my cock buried deep inside her.
“Oh, yes. Alic. Yes. Fuck me. Break me.Ownme,” she cried.
Own.Yes.
She was mine. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine tolove, whether she knew it or not.
Rasmus grabbed her chin and pulled her face to his, moving behind her to cushion her from the wall. I nearly lost my mind. She was mine! Her attention should bemine, but then I saw that blissed-out, trembling look on her face. The sheer need in her was contagious, and I couldn't deny her.
Instead, I leaned down and bit her chest, drawing out a cry that echoed off the walls.
“Are you ready, my star?” Rasmus murmured, pushing against her. “We’re going to take both ends of you so hard you won’t remember your name.”
Her whole body convulsed in response, clenching around me as he pressed in behind her. I felt every inch of him pushing into that last forbidden place, and her walls squeezed around me like they couldn’t tell where one of us ended and the other began.
My breath hitched, feeling him rub between that thin layer, a new sensation of movement that I hated and loved at the same time.
His devilish voice drifted between us. All the nerdy tech guy was gone, and in his place was a psycho stalker that wanted more of her. “Do you feel that, Aniyah? Do you see how good your body feels being stuffed with our cocks?”
She whimpered between us, biting her lip, her eyes screwed shut.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your body. Having you dripping into my mouth was pure perfection. I want to eat you morning, noon, and night. Nothing else can satisfy me now but your cum. I want it all over me.”
Her whole body got tight, one hand digging into my neck, her other arm reaching behind her, grabbing onto his hair like it was the only thing keeping her up.
He thrust into her harder, faster. Not liking to be outdone, I did the same.
The air was thick with the slap of skin, the squelch of slick, and her shattered cries. She was making so much lubricant it was dripping down my legs, coating us, but I wanted all of it.
“You like having your holes stuffed? You like knowing that our cum is going to be dripping out of both holes?” A sob fell from her lips as she nodded, her face twisted up in pleasure like shejust couldn't hold it in any longer. He licked up her neck. “You shine brighter than the sun,” Rasmus whispered against her neck. “Even when you're a dirty, desperate little thing.”
“Fuck!” She screamed as her whole body clenched, and Rasmus and I hissed.
She came hard, her body locking down around us, and I lost it. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight, my growl low and broken as I poured myself into her, pumping as much of myself as I could. I wanted to mark her, breed her, never let her go.
Rasmus grunted behind her, his thrusts slowing down as he whispered, “It's yours, Aniyah. Only yours.” His mouth kissed up her spine with undeniable reverence.
Then it was like the fog lifted. Clarity came crashing down on me, sharp and cold.
My cock twitched inside her as she mewled softly against my shoulder. I held her while glaring at Rasmus, jerking my chin to say,back the fuck off.
He looked like he wanted to rip me apart and would certainly try it, but when Aniyah reached for him, his whole face softened, and he complied. He leaned in, kissing her hand like she was the queen, and we were just her loyal subjects.
