I kissed Dorian hard. “Get inside me, now.”
“Bed,” he mumbled between my lips.
Rilen grabbed me around the waist as he yanked his own clothes off. He dove onto the bed and sat me between his legs, his shaft pressed between the globes of my ass. One arm banded around my middle, and the other hand slipped down between my legs.
“Brother, help our mate find his way inside ourilati,won’t you?”
I watched with heavy lids as Dorian walked to me. He was so perfectly sculpted, with broad shoulders and perfect pecs. His long hair hung like a curtain of night, and I adored fisting it as he rode me.
This time was not kind—he was still angry. He climbed between my legs and spiked himself deep into my pussy. There was no mercy there, no tenderness.
It was what we both needed.
Rilen’s hands expertly handled my breasts, twisting or teasing, pinching and pulling. Dorian pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting just as hard as his cock.
I broke away for just a second and caught Roran’s eye. “Take his ass, Roran. Bury yourself in him.”
Stepping close, I could see Roran’s hand press between Dorian’s cheeks. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” Dorian snapped as if it were obvious.
Pressing him forward, deeper into me, Roran wasn’t tender with him, either. Rilen pressed a jar in my hand as my body twitched from the deliciously rough handling. I glanced over and saw that it was for Roran and Dorian.
But I didn’t let them have it. As much concentration as it took me with his massive erection inside me, I removed the stopper from the jar, and drizzled the liquid on to the middle of his back, letting it roll down his spine.
“Shit.” Dorian clenched his teeth at the cool, wet sensation that slid down. When it hit the very top of his cleft, he jerked again.
Rilen laughed. “That wonderful little sensitive spot.”
Roran hissed when the liquid hit his cock. “Oh, damn.”
Looking over his shoulder, Dorian stared at Roran. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
As an answer, he slammed hard into Dorian, who slammed all of himself inside me again. “How’s that? You like it?”
With his teeth clenched, he stared at me and answered Roran. “Yes. Harder. Do it harder.”
There was no hesitation in Roran’s strokes in and out of Dorian’s body. I felt like I was merely along for the ride.
Rilen grabbed the bottle from my hand and poured just a little down my back this time. I gasped from the change in temperature and heard him moan in satisfaction as it slicked the cock he had slipped between my cheeks.
I leaned back against him. “Do you want my other entrance?”
“No,ilati, not this time. Let them use us.”
I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but I kissed him hard and didn’t question it.
I was caught in a perfect storm of sex, anger, and desire.
Until Rilen’s finger found my clit. He started his exquisite torture as Roran showed Dorian no mercy.
Then, I understood Rilen’s desire—as they sawed in and out together, creating a brutal rhythm, I slid smoothly over his cock, creating a different kind of pleasure for him.
For me, too.
My body sang as they all expertly played me and each other. I cried out with a climax, but no one was done. Not even me.
Take the magic.
