It was the bedding.
With each of Eamon’s powerful thrusts, my body was rocked forward, rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit against the fabric of the sheets. The friction was maddening, a sweet, tormenting tease that sent jolts of electricity straight through me.
The combined sensations were too much. The thick, hard length of Eamon’s cock stretching my ass, the friction of the sheets against my clit, the sounds of our bodies meeting, and the ragged, desperate sound of our breathing all drove me to the breaking point.
My hips bucked wildly, my body chasing a release that was just out of reach. The more I moved, the more I teetered onthe edge, my entire being focused on that single, glorious crescendo.
“You going to come, little mate?” Eamon purred. “Going to come with my cock buried deep in your ass?”
My desperate whimpers echoed throughout the room.
“Come for me then. Come for me while you’re getting fucked in the ass, mate,” he commanded.
The order, the authority, the undeniable dominance in his tone, it was the final push I needed. The coil in my belly snapped, and I shattered.
White-hot pleasure burned through me as my asshole clenched so tightly around Eamon’s cock that it made me cry out as pain and pleasure twisted into one intoxicating sensation that made my head spin.
Nox’s voice was a lazy, wicked drawl coming from behind us. He was watching me get fucked in my ass. “Look at that. Her tight little asshole is swallowing him whole. Like it was made for him.”
A flush of shameful heat washed over me.
“And her cheeks… they’re so red now. It’s a good look on her, don’t you think? Makes me want to take her over my knee and spank her every morning before I fuck that tight little hole too,” Bishop mused.
“I think everyone on this boat heard it. I’m surprised Griff and Elias haven’t come down here to see what all the screaming was about. Maybe they liked listening to their naughty little mate get the spanking she deserved,” Nox taunted.
I shivered with arousal, but the idea of Griff and Elias hearing me being spanked like a bad little girl, of hearing me being used, of them knowing I was being taken so thoroughly… it was humiliating, but it was the hottest thing too.
“She is so beautiful like this, with my cock sinking deep in her bright red ass,” Eamon rasped out from behind me, his hips stuttering as he watched my red bottom bounce with each thrust.
He slammed into me one more time, forcing every last inch of his cock inside me before he found his own release. He groaned as he filled my ass with a delicious amount of hot cum, a deep possessive rumble vibrating through his entire body. He pumped into me until he was completely spent and every thrust sent a punishing ache hurtling through me.
My pussy was sore.
My asshole was even sorer, and with each thrust, I felt the pinch.
“Are you sore, little mate?” Eamon asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good. We just wanted to remind you who’s alpha.” He continued, “But don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you now.”
Eamon pulled out of me with a slow, careful gentleness. I felt a jarring emptiness and a trickle of moisture following in his wake. A soft, involuntary mewl escaped my lips at the loss.
Before I could collapse onto the bed, before I could even process the pulsing, aching pleasure that still thrummed through me, hands were on me again.
But this was different.
There was no urgency in their touch now, no demand for more of my body. There was only reverence.
Bishop was the one to pull me into his arms first, gathering me up against his chest with a tenderness that made my breath catch. He sat back against the headboard, settling me into his lap, my head tucked under his chin. His arms wrapped around me, a solid, steady presence that grounded me, anchoring me in the aftermath of the storm. One of his hands came up to stroke my hair, his fingers combing through the strands with a slow, soothing rhythm.
“Shhh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead. “It’s alright. We’ve got you.”
Nox shifted, settling in beside us, his long limbs tangling with ours. He pulled a blanket over all of us and pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, a lingering, gentle touch that was so unlike the wicked, predatory way he’d taken me just moments before.
“You were magnificent, mate,” he whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”
Eamon moved to my other side and took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, his thumb stroking over my knuckles in a hypnotic rhythm. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. The warmth of his touch, the reassuring pressure of his grip, said more than words ever could.
