“Look at that,” Eamon observed. He moved closer, kneeling beside us, his gaze fixed on where Bishop’s hand was buried between my legs. “She’s so swollen, so ready for us.”
Nox shifted beside me, his hand tracing the curve of my hip, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re soaking wet, sweet mate. Dripping for us. And we haven’t even started teasing you yet.”
Bishop’s fingers continued their torturous circling. My hips bucked, and I moaned, helplessly pleading for more.
“You’re going to come for us, little one,” Bishop urged, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Right here. Right now.”
He increased the pressure on my clit, his movements becoming faster, more insistent.
Eamon’s gaze was locked on my face, a mixture of clinical fascination and dark primal hunger. “That’s it. Let go. We want to see you fall apart for us.” He slid his hands under my shirt, finding my breasts. His fingers plucked at my already pebbled nipples, sending fresh waves of pleasure straight to my core. The dual sensations were almost too much for me.
A third pair of hands—Nox, kneeling in front of me—gripped my thighs, spreading my legs wide and holding me in place, making me feel both pinned and cherished all at once.
“I can smell how close you are.” Nox’s voice was a low, predatory purr. “I can feel you trembling. Come on, Tam. Give it to us. Give us everything.”
And I did.
My climax hit me like a sudden storm, glorious and devastating and altogether far more intense than I was prepared for. Overwhelming ecstasy pumped through me from head to toe, my core fluttering with pleasure, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud. My legs trembled. My fingers burrowed into the blankets beneath me.
When my release finally subsided, I collapsed against Bishop, panting and breathless. My skin was slick with sweat, my muscles loose and pliant, my mind a blissful fog of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Bishop praised, his voice humming with satisfaction.
Before I could catch my breath, I was being moved again.
Strong hands—I wasn’t even sure whose anymore—lifted me, and I was deposited on my hands and knees on the bed.
A hard, lean body settled behind me.
I hazily realized it was Nox.
He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear. “You look so good like this, mate,” he growled. “On your knees. Waiting for my cock in that tight little pussy.”
A fresh jolt of desire shot through me, and I pushed back against him, a silent, desperate plea. “Please…”
He chuckled, the sound of it sinfully dark. “Patience, sweet mate. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”
And then he was inside me.
He drove into me with a single, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out, the sudden, sharp stretch a heady mix of pleasure and pain that sent stars exploding behind my eyes.
Fuck.
He was big.
He didn’t give me a chance to adjust to him. He just set a punishing rhythm, each thrust a measure of agony and ecstasy. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me back to meet each powerful surge.
“You feel that?” he snarled, the sound ragged with effort. “That’s you taking all of me. Fucking perfect.”
I could only moan in response, my fingers clutching at the blankets beneath me.
Then Bishop moved.
He knelt in front of me, his magnificent cock in his hand. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head up. “Open up, little one,” he commanded.
My lips parted, and he guided the head of his cock to my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, licking away a bead of pre-cum that had formed there, the salty, musky taste blossoming across my tongue.
“Take it,” he ordered, his grip tightening in my hair. “Take me down that pretty throat.”
