Magnus's fingers splayed across the swell of my hip, then drifted to the front of my body, stroking on their journey south. Every contact was careful and deliberate, as if he was mapping the valleys and dips of my body.
His touch wasn't greedy... Itwasjust enough to get me out of my head.
And then his fingers touched methere. Delving into the sensitive flesh, laying claim to it in a way that was unmistakable.
A soft whimper escaped my lips, but it was soon swallowed up by Leighton's lips as his mouth met mine in a wondrous kiss. His tongue slipped between my lips, plundering my wet heat as Magnus filled me with first one finger, then another.
"Bloody hell, but she's snug around my fingers. She'll strangle my cock for sure," Magnus said on a hushed whisper, his tone filled with awe.
And then... dear lord, Leighton pulled away from my kiss, and leaned over me, kissing Magnus before responding to him. "Then you best get on giving our girl her pleasure so I can fill her, while you fill me."
My knees buckled. If it weren't for the strong bodies wrapped around me, I'd have collapsed on the floor at the images these men were painting in my head.
Magnus held me tight against him as his fingers worked me mercilessly, every stroke dragging me closer until the pressure finally broke. I cried out, the sound muffled against Leighton's chest as ecstasy ripped through me. My body clenched and shook, Magnus stilling the shudders with the arm around my waist.
"Beautiful," Leighton murmured, brushing damp strands of hair back from my face. "So bloody beautiful when you come undone for us."
Magnus's fingers slipped free, leaving me raw and empty, but his hand still soothed me, stroking down my belly as if to remind me we weren't done yet. Not by a long shot. He eased me forward, into Leighton's waiting arms.
"On the bed," Magnus ordered, his voice a low growl that sent another jolt through me.
Leighton lifted me easily, laying me across the soft bedclothes as if I were precious cargo. His gaze burned into mine as he lowered his trousers, his cock thick and heavy in his hand. "That's it, love," he murmured. "Stay with me."
"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, unable to do anything but listen to his commands.
Behind him, Magnus shifted, and then pressed close to Leighton. The dim light in the room made it hard for me to track their movements, but I heard a wet sound, before Leighton let out a sharp inhale.
Leighton's eyes fluttered shut, his jaw tight with the force of him biting down, and then he leaned over me on the bed, his warm heat enveloping me, his weight heavy on me.
I felt something nudge at my entrance, at first gently, almost as if asking permission, before he filled me.
The sensation was overwhelming. There was pain, yes, but the intense feeling of being filled, being complete for the first time in my life overshadowed everything else.
"Bloody hell, Mag, you had better get in me, because I'm not going to last," Leighton bit out as I clenched around him.
Magnus gave a rough chuckle, low and guttural. "Don't worry, I'm right here."
The mattress dipped as he climbed onto the bed behind Leighton. His hands gripped Leighton's hips, steady and commanding, before he pressed forward. Leighton groaned into my neck, the sound deep and primal, as Magnus entered him with a hard, sure thrust.
The force of it drove Leighton deeper inside me, stretching me even more, filling me so completely I couldn't hold back my cry. My fingers clawed at the sheets, desperate for an anchor, but all I had was them.
Their bodies, their heat, and the relentless rhythm of them thrusting into me.
"It's too much, she's too tight," Leighton ground out, his voice ragged. "She's squeezing the life out of me."
"And you're returning the favor by doing it to me," Magnus growled behind him, his thrusts forceful, pushing us all together in one perfect, merciless dance that never seemed to end.
Each time Magnus drove into Leighton, Leighton filled me all over again, their combined pace setting my body alight. My nerve endings were on fire and my body trembled beneath them. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly again, unbearable and urgent.
Leighton's hand slid down between us, finding my swollen nub, circling it in time with his hips. "Come for us again, love," he urged, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice broken with need. "Let me feel you fall apart."
I shattered with a scream, my body clenching around him so hard he lost his rhythm. He groaned my name as his thrusts faltered and he spilled inside me. Wet and warm filling me.
Magnus wasn't far behind. With a final punishing drive into Leighton, his own roar filled the room as he came, his powerful body bowing over us. For a moment, the three of us were locked together, a panting, breathless mess.
When at last, it felt like the storm had passed, Leighton collapsed next to me, Magnus soon following and claiming the other side. They held me between them, keeping me warm and protected.
Magnus's hand gently stroked the skin on the inside of my arm as he stared down at me. "You do know you're ours now, little filly? No turning back or running away."
