Page 152 of The Betrothal

“Oh,” I moaned.

Alex and Ben stared at me, Alex’s hand rolling up and around the head of his dick then back down.

Seb rocked into me, dipping just inside where he stilled, his fingers palming my cheeks.

The next roll of his hip came when Ben’s fingers found my clit. Seb driving forwards burned and Ben eased it with the caress of the sensitive flesh. I let out a broken sound – I couldn’t come again.

I felt Seb working the length of himself, then he pushed in deeper.

My moan was strangled, pain and pleasure beginning to blend together.

“So beautiful, Izzy, nearly there,” he praised before Seb sank fully into me, his hips meeting the curve of my ass and stilling there.

“Fucking hell,” Seb whispered. “I won’t last.” He throbbed inside me.

“Please, please move!” I arched into him and he cursed louder.

Ben began roughly working my aching clit and my breathing froze, shuddering when Seb rolled his dick deeper into my ass, the sensation riding the line of pain and intense pleasure.

“Close,” I whined.

“Open wide, wife.”

I gasped at Alex and he exploded onto my tongue at the exact same time Seb forced deeply into me, stilling and groaning, his cock throbbing with his release as Ben flicked my clit and I screamed out my climax.

EPILOGUE

ISABELLE

“Okay, remember, everyone. An attacker will always react if you force them off balance. They cannot attack you if they don’t have their centre of gravity.”

The faces around the room nodded.

“Ben?”

Ben looked at me from where he lay on his back on the mats, Seb straddling his hips. At my nod he thrust his hips upward and Seb lurched forwards, his hands instinctively meeting the floor to stop him falling on his face.

“It doesn’t matter if his hands are on your neck, on your shoulders, anywhere on your body.”

People around the room murmured their understanding.

“If they remain on top of us, we have a couple of options. One, we can grab one of their arms and bump them over. For this to work you roll towards the side where you hold their arm – when you trap their arm, they can’t use it to stabilise themselves, when you force yourself over and onto that side, they will roll off you.”

Ben clutched at Seb’s bent elbow and drove his hips up again, rolling towards the side he had trapped and sure enough Seb rolled off and Ben rose from underneath him.

“Two, when we drive our hips up and they fall forwards, we can do the same again, or we can twist our hips from underneath them, make sure you are applying pressure against their hips, you want them to lift up enough that you can slide one leg out from underneath them. This is trickier, because you need to shift to get your other leg free. But,” I emphasised, “they are not on top of you anymore.”

Ben and Seb reset and I gave a nod and Ben bumped Seb several times, pushing against his hips and sneaking his leg out before swinging to get his next leg free. People watched with a mix of understanding and confusion.

“Look, try it out, I’ll come round and answer any questions. The first one is likely to work. The second is a back-up. I say it all the time, but it bears repeating.”

The people in the room waited, their spines steeled.

“We are not fighting an attacker. We are getting them off us so we can what?”

“Run away,” they echoed back.

“Exactly. We won’t get points for kicking the crap out of them, people. Although I deeply recommend punching and clawing at any time. Carry on.”