Page 110 of Claimed By the Damned
I take him into my mouth with desperate need, messy and grateful. He tastes of salt and musk, and I moan around his length, my focus entirely on Ethan. I’m vaguely aware of Ryker murmuring something about "be right back" and slipping off the bed. A moment later, I hear the soft click of the ensuite bathroom door, followed by the brief sound of running water. It’s not long before the door opens again, and he’s back, his presence radiating a clean warmth as he moves between my legs, spreading them wide.
"Ready for me in here now, Baby Girl?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he positions himself at my entrance. He pushes into my pussy with one deep thrust. The raw fullness makes me gasp around Ethan's cock, my hands gripping his thighs for support. Bastian's mouth trails kisses across my stomach before his fingers find my clit, circling it with maddening precision.
Ethan lets me set the pace at first, shallow and teasing, but soon his control snaps. His hips thrust forward, fucking my mouth with increasing urgency as I moan and whimper around him.
"That mouth was made for me, Angel," Ethan groans, his fingers tangling in my hair.
Ryker's pace turns punishing, each thrust driving me higher. "Your pussy is so tight, you're gonna milk me dry, Baby Girl," he growls, his grip bruising on my hips.
"Look at you," Bastian purrs, his fingers never stopping their torturous circles. "Being used like our perfect little fuck toy."
The combination of sensations—Ethan's cock hitting the back of my throat, Ryker pounding into my core, Bastian's expert touch and dirty words are right on the edge of too much, sending me spiraling into another explosive orgasm. My scream is muffled around Ethan's cock as pleasure rips through me, leaving me shattered.
The men lift me with practiced ease, positioning me over Ryker as he sits against the headboard. His cock slides into my pussy again, thick and oh so hard, making me mewl at the renewed fullness. His hands grip my waist, steadying me as Ethan moves behind me.
He reaches for the lube, his touch gentle as he coats his fingers and then applies a generous amount to me. "Ready for me, Angel?" Ethan's voice is rough with need. He teases my entrance with a slick finger, then two, just for a moment to make sure I'm open and ready for him before he guides me down, his lubedcock pressing against my ass. The stretch is intense, delicious, making me whimper as he enters me slowly.
As Ethan slides deep inside my ass, Ryker groans beneath me, his hips continuing their slow, rocking rhythm. His cock moves in and out of my pussy, the pressure of Ethan’s invasion in my other hole intensifying the sensations. "Fuck, Lila," Ryker rasps, his voice thick. "So tight around both of us. I can feel him right through you, Baby Girl… feel his cock pressing against mine. Fucking incredible." His movements become more deliberate, matching Ethan's slow pace, the two of them working me in tandem, one in and one out.
Bastian stands before me, his cock level with my mouth, fingers tangling in my hair. "Open," he commands softly, and I obey, taking him deep into my mouth as he guides my head.
They move together, finding a rhythm that has me completely filled, stuffed full of cock in every hole. Tears of pleasure blur my vision as they surround and fill me, use me, worship me. My body trembles between them, overwhelmed by sensation.
"So fucking perfect," Ryker growls beneath me, his thrusts growing harder. "Taking all of us like you were made for it."
"Look how well she handles us," Bastian purrs, his grip in my hair tightening as he fucks my mouth. "Such a good girl."
Ethan's breath is hot against my neck, his movements becoming erratic. "Angel," he groans, his arms tightening around me as he spills inside my ass, holding me close through his release.
Ryker follows moments later, his grip bruising on my hips as he snarls my name. His cock pulses inside me, filling me with his cum as his rhythm turns desperate and possessive.
Bastian pulls back slightly, his grip tightening in my hair, forcing my gaze up to meet his burning hazel eyes. His control is visibly shattering. "Open," he commands, his voice a low, rough growl. "Tongue out, Little One."
I obey instantly, parting my lips, my tongue extending, trembling slightly under his intense scrutiny. He leans down, sliding his thick cock into my waiting mouth, then pulling out slowly, coating my tongue with slick pre-come. He repeats the motion, pushing deeper each time, fucking my mouth with agonizing slowness, dragging out the anticipation until I whimper around him. His eyes never leave mine, dark and possessive.
Just as I feel his climax building, the tell-tale tightening in his abs, he pulls out abruptly. He grips my face tightly with both hands, holding me steady, his thumb tilting my chin up further. His release comes in hot, pulsing streams, coating my extended tongue and slicking over my lips. His eyes bore into mine, fierce and possessive, watching intently as he marks me.
"Good girl," he finally rasps when the pulsing stops, his forehead pressing against mine. His cum glistens on my tongue and lips, a thick, messy testament to his possession. "You're ours forever, Little One."
My eyes flutter, holding his intense gaze for another heartbeat. Then, deliberately, I lick my lips, gathering his thick cum and swallow.
I collapse against them, thoroughly fucked, loved and utterly complete. Their hands stroke my skin, their bodies surrounding me with warmth and protection as the Maldives night settles around us.
The room smells of sex and salt air as we collapse into a tangle of limbs and laughter. My body thrums with pleasant aches, reminders of how thoroughly they took me. Ryker's already nuzzling my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
"Give me ten minutes," he mumbles, "and I'll be ready for round two."
Ethan chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Let her rest, you animal."
Bastian's fingers card through my hair, gentle now where they were demanding before. "You handled that like a good girl," he murmurs, pride evident in his voice. "Our perfect wife."
They surround me with warmth and tenderness—Ethan's fingertips trailing patterns on my arm, Ryker's strong hands massaging my thighs, Bastian's steady presence at my back. Their touches are reverent now, soothing rather than arousing.
I catch a glimpse of my hand, the three bands slotted perfectly together reflecting the soft glow of the night. A deep, bone-deep contentment washes over me, settling into the spaces fear used to occupy. This isn't just pleasure; it's peace. It's belonging.
A smile tugs at my lips. "Best engagement night ever," I whisper, the words feeling inadequate but true as I snuggle deeper into their embrace. The ocean whispers back through the open windows. Ryker's arm tightens over my waist like he never plans to let go, Ethan’s fingertips lazily trace my spine, and Bastian’s steady breath ghosts my temple. Their heartbeats lull me into the safest place I’ve ever known. Home. It wasn’t a place; it was them.
"Forever," I murmur into the deepening twilight, the promise made on the beach echoing in the steady beat of their hearts against mine. This messy, chaotic, fiercely protective love is mine. And I am irrevocably theirs.
