I was a goddess, and they were my devoted followers.
Their hands were on me again, their mouths finding my skin, their whispers washing over me, a tide of praise and promise.
Then a pair of strong arms, Griff’s maybe, lifted me from the cot.
I gasped, my world tilting as I was suddenly suspended in the air, my legs kicking out uselessly. For a disorienting moment, all I could see was the ceiling before they flipped me back around, and all I could feel was the strength of the arms holding me, the solid, unyielding muscle of the chest against my back.
Then slowly, carefully, I was being lowered.
I looked down.
Elias lay on the cot beneath me, his eyes locked on mine. His cock was fully erect and ready for me.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly tight.
My body, however, knew exactly what it wanted.
The heat that had been building inside me, a slow, simmering burn, now erupted into a raging inferno. I was empty, achingly so, and I neededto be filled.
The tip of his cock nudged my slick folds, and I whimpered, my hips rocking instinctively, seeking him, pleading for him. The arms holding my waist lowered me further, a fraction of an inch at a time in a torturous, delicious descent so that I was sitting on the tip of his cock.
Then he breached me.
The sensation was overwhelming. A sudden, burning stretch, a feeling of being filled to the point of pain, followed by a pleasure so intense it was almost agony.
My head fell back with a choked cry. The arms holding me tightened, offering a steadying presence, a silent promise that I wasn’t alone in this.
Slowly, I was lowered further, until I was fully seated on him, my ass flush against his hips, the hard length of him buried deep inside me. I was panting, my body trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being so incredibly full.
Elias’s hands came up to rest on my hips, his grip tightening just a bit. “You feel that, little mate?” he growled. “You feel how perfectly you take me?”
I could only nod, my shameful arousal too strong to form words.
I took a shaky breath and began to move.
It was a slow, hesitant rhythm at first, my body still adjusting to the sheer size of him, to the intensity of him inside me. I rose up, dragging the walls of my pussy along his length, then sank back down, taking him deep again. Elias groaned, his eyes closed for a moment, and he swallowed hard.
A gasp escaped me. It felt so fucking good.
His hands guided my hips, not forcing the pace, but teaching it, showing me the rhythm that would bring us both the most pleasure. I found it quickly, my body a willing student, my instincts taking over.
I found a rhythm, a slow, sensual undulation of my hips that had him cursing under his breath, his grip on my hips tightening. His cock hit a spot deep inside me, and I couldn’t help but moan.
I lost myself in riding his cock.
Griff’s hands slid to my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples from behind me. The added stimulation sent a jolt straight to my core, and I cried out, my movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. My head fell back against his shoulder, my breath hitching with every downward thrust.
Elias pressed his fingers into my flesh hard, his control visibly straining. He watched himself disappear inside me, his own arousal a palpable thing. The sight of it, the primal hunger in his eyes, sent another surge of heat through me.
Then I felt Bishop move beside me. I turned my head, my vision blurry with pleasure, and saw him kneeling there, his own cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched us.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice strained with desire. ”Giving everything to your mates. You’re so perfect.”
Eamon’s touch joined the others, his hands exploring my back, tracing the curve of my spine, while Nox’s lips found my neck, his teeth scraping gently, just enough tomake me shiver.
I was surrounded. Touched. Worshipped. And it was driving me insane.
The rhythm of my hips grew faster, more erratic. The coil inside me tightened, a hot, heavy ball of need that demanded release.
