Page 15 of The Possession
An aphrodisiac.
A requirement.
Without it, I couldn’t fly. Not really.
I leaned back into him, my arms brushing his bare torso. I arched so far that my head met his shoulder. His thighs bracketed mine, causing us both to straddle Master Ian and firmly sandwiching my bottom half between them.
It was heaven.
Hot.
Arousing.
I gave a tentative wiggle of my hips, testing the fullness of their cocks inside me, and groaned at the sensations that small shift elicited. That, coupled with the thumb against my clit, and my world began to blossom in shades of brilliant colors.
Thiswas the plane I craved. The one where thought and logic seemed irrelevant and all that mattered were the reactions of my body and spirit.
Mmm, yes.
My happy place.
My oblivion.
“There she is, my little vixen,” Master Luka murmured. “She’s ready now.”
Lips brushed my temple. They might have been his, or maybe it was Master Declan behind me. His thumb continued to circle my sweet button, his cock beginning to move in and out of my backside, while Master Ian thrust upward to hit that spot deep inside my damp center.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Master Declan groaned, his lips ghosting across my neck. His pace began to pick up, the palm against my hip squeezing as he thrust deep into my back channel.
It shot agony up my spine yet stirred the mounting pressure inside my lower belly.
A strange combination, one I’d grown to accept and adore.
It twisted something deep within me, called to my darker half, pulling my emotions and pleasure to the surface. Adrenaline poured through my veins in response, my body preparing for the cataclysmic reaction to having both men pounding into my body in sequence.
They’d given in to the moment now, their paces intense and consuming as they took me with abandon, no longer concerned with my initial reaction and completely focused on the end result.
My heart raced against my ribs, my breathing a chaotic mess of groans and sighs and cries of “More.”
Master Declan growled into my ear, whispering all sorts of dirty things to me.
He called me the perfect slave.
Told me he couldn’t wait to fuck my cunt next.
Informed me he was going to pump his seed so far up my ass that I’d be feeling him for a week.
Each statement sent me higher, my brain fracturing beneath the desire burning through me. I couldn’t remember how to move, my body so possessed by the men in this room that it no longer felt like it was mine.
Master Ian shouted obscenities, telling Master Declan to fuck me harder, to make me scream. But I was already crying, my voice hoarse from the onslaught of their fucking.
They were brutal.
Savage.
The best kind of monsters.
And all the while, I felt my Master’s gaze on me, his hunger a dark yearning in the air that forced me over the edge into a stunning climax that stole my vision.
