“He told you to come,” Patrick reminded as his fingers captured both her nipples.
Hearing the subtle threat, Gabriel moved faster and applied more pressure to her clit.
The tension inside Heather contracted but didn’t release. She lifted her hips, taking him deeper. She did not want Patrick to hurt her again.
His fingers tightened, but the discomfort stopped just short of actual pain.
Gabriel caught her clit between his fingers and thumb. He rolled the bud several times then carefully plucked it like a guitar string. Sensations detonated inside her, dragging a shocked cry from her throat. Her core rippled and spasms of pleasureradiated out from their joining. Gabriel drew back, nearly out of her body, then thrust hard for the first time. She cried out again, sparks of sensation echoing her release.
He wasn’t gentle after that. He moved his hands to her hips and drove into her fast and hard. Patrick gathered her hands and pinned them to the mattress beside her. Gabriel’s body prevented her from closing her thighs so there was no longer a reason to hold her legs open. Patrick might be restraining her, but Heather tried to resist, to surrender nothing more to these selfish devils. Unfortunately, her body had abandoned the fight. Her pussy was soft and wet, eagerly accommodating his thickness as if she’d been made for him alone. His pelvis slapped painfully against her punished bottom, but the sparks of discomfort only added to the intensity. Her breasts jostled with each hard thrust and soon his gaze fixated on the jiggling flesh.
“So pretty.” He cupped one mound, his thumb stroking over her nipple. “And you feel so damn good.”
Heather felt another orgasm building and closed her eyes. She never came more than once, generally had to work to come at all. So why was she so eager to be used by these two?
Someone pinched her nipple, and she opened her eyes with a gasp.
“Keep them open,” Patrick ordered, his fingers still clasping her nipple. “You will not hide from us.”
“Yes, Master,” she reluctantly replied.
His fingers plucked at the abused tip, keeping the stinging heat alive. “Does it feel good to be stuffed full of cock?” When she ignored the question, he twisted her nipple even harder than before.
“Yes,” she yelled. “It feels good.”
Gabriel returned his thumb to her clit as he said, “Then show me, pet. Come again and show me how much you like having my cock deep inside you.”
Unable to meet his passion-bright gaze, she looked down. All that did was focus her attention on the joining of their bodies. His thick cock slid in and out of her reluctant body, wet with her juices. The sight was inescapable proof of their power over her. She was theirs to use, theirs to punish or enjoy. And nothing within her power could change that.
Gabriel continued his skillful orbit of her clit while his cock plundered her depths. Her body responded to the unwelcome stimulation yet her mind rebelled. She didn’t want to be aroused by them, didn’t want to feel anything while they used her. A fresh rush of tears flooded her eyes, and she fought back a hopeless sob.
“Damn it.” Gabriel suddenly pulled out and pumped his cock with his hand. He shuddered violently and came with a groan. His seed jetted out, landing on her belly and breasts. Each hot splash made her cringe and the pleasure inside her fizzled. He’d marked her like an animal, demonstrating his dominance in an inescapable act of savagery.
Heather lay there stunned and horrified as Gabriel squeezed the last few drops of cum from his body. She felt ravaged and used, but most of all punished. Her core ached and the unmistakable scent of sex filled her nose. She might have allowed this to happen, but she hadn’t wanted any of it.
Patrick scooped up a glob of Gabriel’s cum and brought his fingers to her mouth. He shoved them past her lips before shecould snap her teeth closed. “Suck them clean, slave. You need to get used to the taste of our cum. You’re going to swallow a lot of it.”
Heather fought back the urge to bite down hard on his finger. Patrick was such a bastard. She closed her eyes as Gabriel’s taste spread through her mouth. Her nipples tingled and then her core tightened as unwanted images filled her mind. She saw herself naked and on her knees. Her ass was red from a recent spanking and both males stood in front of her with their hard cocks ready for attention. She stroked one with her hand while she used her mouth to pleasure the other. A fresh rush of desire cascaded through her body and she shivered. She wasn’t horrified by the image. It seemed inevitable. She licked Patrick’s fingers, confused by the sensations spreading through her body.
“That’s right, slut. Lick it all gone.”
Helpless to resist the evocative taste, she ran her tongue around and between his fingers then sucked each digit in turn until his skin was completely clean. Her clit twitched and tingling heat pulsed through her core. She tightened her inner muscles, desperately wishing Gabriel was still stretching her. Was this the resurgence of her interrupted orgasm or was his cum an aphrodisiac?
“Hands and knees,” Patrick ordered, giving her back a little shove. “Head down, ass in the air.”
Confused, but unwilling to start another power struggle with her tormentor, Heather scooted forward then drew her legs beneath her and lowered her forearms to the bed. At least she wouldn’t have to look at him while he fucked her. She took a deep breath and lowered her head.
Patrick knelt behind her and shoved her legs apart. He slapped her pussy lightly, stimulating her senses without stooping to gentleness. “You’re not nearly as wet as you were before.”
I respond better to kindness than cruelty.The statement rang through her mind, but she didn’t allow the words past her lips.
He growled as if he’d heard her complaint and Heather tensed. Many of the hybrids were psychic. Could Patrick read minds?
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Get wet again or I’ll fuck you dry.”
Believing he meant every word, she eased a hand between her thighs and caressed her pussy. She was damp, but not wet, as he’d indicated. So she focused on her clit. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander far from Rydaria. She imagined herself on a blanket on the beach, a colorful sunset glowing on the horizon. Waves crashed in the distance as her lover kissed his way down her body. He lavished attention on her breasts and then her pussy. She imagined the motion of his tongue as she stroked herself, letting her need build as the fantasy continued.
She heard the clicking of a zipper and then Patrick’s cock pressed against her entrance. She continued to rub her clit, but the fantasy evaporated. She was back in the cottage and her cruel capture was about to use her body. He pushed into her damp opening. Her body stretched and Heather hissed, the burn made it hard to hold still and her building arousal quickly dissipated.
