Page 109 of Claimed By the Damned
"Angel, you're incredible," Ethan breathes, pinching my nipple just right.
Bastian withdraws his fingers to stroke my cheek. "Such a good girl, taking what we give you."
I come with a cry, my body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash through me. Ryker works me through it, his tongue gentling but never stopping, drawing out every last tremor until I'm gasping for breath.
As the last waves of my orgasm subside, leaving me boneless and sated but already aching for more, I look up at them, my eyesglazed with desire. "I want all of you," I manage to gasp out, the words a raw plea. "Together. All at once. Please."
Ethan is the first to react, his brow furrowing slightly with concern as he brushes a damp strand of hair from my forehead. "Angel, are you sure? With the baby… We don't want to hurt you, or put any strain…"
A blush creeps up my neck, but I meet his gaze, then Bastian’s and Ryker's, who are watching me intently. "I… I asked Dr. Evans' nurse," I admit, my voice a little shy but determined. "About… you know. Being intimate. She said… she said as long as I’m comfortable, and you’re not too rough with direct pressure on my belly, then it’s… it's perfectly fine. Good, even, sometimes." My blush deepens. "She said the baby's very well protected in there."
A beat of silence, then the air in the room practically ignites. Ryker lets out a low, predatory growl, his green eyes flaring with a wild, almost feral lust. Ethan’s concern melts away, replaced by a raw, undisguised hunger that makes my stomach clench. Bastian… a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face, his hazel eyes darkening to molten gold, his entire body thrumming with a barely restrained power. The carefully constructed control he usually wears like armor visibly cracks, revealing the primal dominant beneath.
"Well then, Little One," Bastian purrs, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrates straight through me. "It seems all our prayers have been answered."
The Maldives air grows thick with need. Bastian positions himself between my thighs, his cock hard and ready, his eyes locked with mine as he pushes in slow, deep, a deliberate possession. I gasp at the stretch, at how perfectly he fills me, needing a moment to adjust to his sheer size.
"Breathe, Little One," he commands softly, rolling his hips in a way that makes me see stars.
Ethan's there instantly, sitting next to me, his fingers lacing through mine, his mouth capturing my whimpers in sweet, encouraging kisses. "You're doing so well, Angel," he whispers against my lips. "So perfect for us."
Behind me, Ryker's teeth graze my shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. His own arousal is a thick presence, his cock stroking against my back. "She's so ready," he growls. "So fucking wet."
Bastian's thrusts are measured, controlled, each one hitting deeper than the last. His eyes never leave mine as he asks, "Ready to be filled by both of us, Little One?"
"Yes," I breathe, desperate for more. "Please."
Behind me, Ryker's teeth graze my shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. His own arousal is a thick presence, his cock stroking against my back. "She's so ready," he growls. "So fucking wet."
Bastian shifts slightly, reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. His gaze meets mine, a silent question, an offer of control even in this. I give a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. He pours a generous amount into Ryker’s waiting palm, then adds more to his own fingers, his expression unreadable but intent.
"Easy now, Ryker," Bastian murmurs, his voice a low command, though his eyes are still on me. "Patience."
Ryker just grunts, but I feel the slick warmth of the lube as he coats his fingers. He starts with one, circling my tight entrance with agonizing slowness, teasing and pressing until I instinctively clench. "Relax for me, Baby Girl," he whispers, his voice rough but surprisingly gentle for him. "Just breathe."
I try, focusing on Ethan’s kisses, on Bastian’s steady presence. Ryker pushes that first finger in, and I hiss, my body tensing despite myself. He stops immediately, holding still, just letting me adjust to the initial invasion. His thumb rubs soothing circles nearby, a counterpoint to the stretching within. He adds more lube, then gently begins to move that single digit, slowly,patiently, until the initial tightness starts to ease, replaced by a dull, insistent ache that’s not entirely unpleasant.
"Good," he murmurs. "Ready for a little more?" When I manage a shaky nod, he slides a second finger in beside the first. This stretch is more intense. I whimper, burying my face against Ethan's shoulder. Ethan’s arms tighten around me, his lips moving to my temple, whispering reassurances. Ryker continues his slow, careful work, moving his fingers, scissoring them slightly, then adding a third when he senses I can take it.
Each addition is a new wave of pressure, a burning stretch that makes my hips want to shy away, but his hand on my hip keeps me anchored. He’s meticulous, his movements rhythmic, coaxing my body to open, to accept. I can feel my muscles starting to soften, to yield under his persistent, careful assault. He works me like this for what feels like an eternity, adding more lube, his fingers delving deeper, stretching wider, until I'm trembling with a mixture of apprehension and a burgeoning, wholly new kind of need. The ache has transformed into a throb, a readiness that surprises me.
"Almost there, Baby Girl," Ryker breathes against my ear, his voice thick. "You're taking me so good."
When he finally withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling shockingly empty for a split second, he replaces them with the broad, blunt head of his cock. He pushes in, and the entry is torturously slow, a profound invasion that steals my breath despite all the preparation. The burn and stretch make me gasp, a sharp, helpless sound against Ethan’s lips, but his low growls of restraint tell me he's holding back, being careful even in his roughness. I surrender to the feeling, trusting them implicitly to take care of me, my body relaxing into their hold even as the intensity builds, the friction of him easing inside me bit by agonizing, incredible bit.
I'm completely full, stuffed and stretched in ways I never imagined possible. My body trembles between them as they find their rhythm, moving together, possessing me completely.
Bastian holds my legs open wider, his voice rough with desire. "That's it, good girl. Let us ruin you in the best way possible."
Ryker's thrusts grow harder, more demanding, until Bastian's distinct command cuts through the air: "Don't break her. Not yet."
The fullness is overwhelming—every nerve ending alive with sensation. When my climax hits, it tears through me like a storm, my cry echoing off the walls as they hold me steady, keeping me grounded as pleasure consumes me completely.
The pleasure ebbs just enough for coherent thought as Ryker and Bastian ease out of me, leaving me trembling and empty. My body hums with aftershocks, sensitive and raw, but I'm nowhere near done. Not with Ethan still waiting, his cock hard and ready.
He kisses down my body with reverent attention, each touch a healing balm against my overstimulated skin. When he shifts to kneel near my head, his eyes search mine with tender concern. There's a comfortable knowing in his gaze now, an easy intimacy built over countless nights and quiet mornings.
"You okay, Angel?" he whispers, brushing sweat-dampened hair from my face. I answer by reaching for his cock with both hands, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips.
