Page 94 of The Pakhans’ Curvy Prize

She nods, and something in her expression shifts. Surrender. Trust. It's fucking intoxicating.

I strip her shirt over her head, my hands a little rough with my need and desire. The fabric catches on her hair and she gasps, but there's no fear in the sound. Only anticipation. Her skin is flushed, warm beneath my palms as I trace the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.

Mine, something primal inside me insists, and then instantly shifts. Ours.

Nick moves closer, his fingers expertly working the clasp of her bra. When it falls away, Russ's hands are already there, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they harden into tight peaks. Marla's head falls back against his shoulder, a soft moan escaping her lips.

I should feel more territorial. I've never shared a woman before, at least not one that I feel anything for. But somehow, it feels right that me, Russ, and Nick are sharing this woman, pleasing her, and protecting her. I don't know how the fuck that happened, but it is what it is.

"That's it," Russ murmurs against her ear. "Let go."

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull them down along with her underwear, dropping to my knees as I do. The sight of her bare before us makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans. I press my mouth to her hip, then lower, tasting the salt of her skin.

"Alex," she breathes, her fingers threading into my hair.

I look up at her, holding her gaze as I move between her thighs. "You're ours now," I tell her, my voice rough. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she whispers.

"Louder."

"I'm yours!" The words come out as a gasp when my mouth finds her center, my tongue sliding through her wetness. She's already soaked, her body responding to us before we've even truly begun. I taste her thoroughly, deliberately, feeling her thighs tremble on either side of my head.

Nick and Russ support her weight as her knees threaten to give out. Russ's hands are still on her breasts, kneading and teasing while Nick's mouth works along her neck, her jaw, finding all the sensitive places that make her whimper.

When I stand, I'm already unbuttoning my jeans. I pause long enough to point at the bed. She swallows thickly, then obediently moves to the bed, and the action sends a surge of possessive satisfaction through me.

I push her onto the bed, not gentle, but not cruelly. She lands on her back, her red hair spreading across the pillow, her blue eyes dark with desire. She bounces slightly on the mattress and my eyes are drawn to her full breasts and the way they move.

Nick strips off his shirt, revealing the tattoos that cover his left arm. Russ is already naked, his cock hard and ready, sticking out proudly from a bush of pubic hair. I shed the rest of my clothes quickly, my eyes never leaving Marla.

"Spread your legs," I command, and she does, her thighs falling open in invitation.

I settle between them, my hands gripping her hips hard enough that I know I'll leave marks. The thought satisfies something dark inside me. I want her marked. I want everyone to know she belongs to us. I push inside her in one hard thrust, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed. She's tight and wet and perfect, her body gripping me like she was made for this. For us.

"Fuck," I growl, pulling back only to drive in deeper. "You feel that? You feel how perfectly you take me?"

"Yes," she gasps. "God, yes."

Nick moves to one side of her, his hand sliding into her hair and turning her face toward him. His mouth claims hers in a bruising kiss while Russ captures her hands, pinning them above her head. The position leaves her completely open to me, unable to do anything but take what I give her.

I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust deliberate and deep. This isn't about teasing or building slowly. This is about claiming every inch of her, making sure she feels us in every cell of her body. The bed frame creaks beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with each movement.

"Alex," she moans against Nick's mouth. "Please."

"Please what?" I demand, my fingers digging into her hips.

"More. Harder. I need⁠—"

I give her what she's begging for, fucking her with an intensity that borders on brutal. But she takes it all, her body rising to meet each thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

Nick breaks the kiss and moves lower, his mouth finding her breast. He sucks her nipple between his teeth, and Marla's entire body jerks, a sharp cry escaping her. Russ releases one of her hands to stroke her face and neck, his touch gentler than mine but no less possessive.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," Russ murmurs. "Taking all of us. Letting us have you."

I can feel her tightening around me, her body climbing toward release. I shift the angle slightly, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars, and she screams.

"That's it," I growl. "Come for us."