Page 61 of Prelude of Love
“Fuck, I forgot how hot this could be,” Early groaned. “Watching you fuck him while he’s inside me is incredible.”
My heart swelled at Early’s reaction, his wordssending a surge of pride and possessiveness through me. I was always happy with only Early, but being with Chance made me realize how much I missed the dynamic of having a third. The only missing piece was skin-to-skin contact. I never used condoms with Early, but Chance hadn’t earned that level of trust yet.
As I savored every response from both men. My need for dominance warred with my desire to let go and simply feel. I pulled Chance closer, my mouth brushing against his ear. “Fuck him harder. Put on a show.”
Chance’s thrusts grew more frantic as he obeyed my command without hesitation. Early’s eyes flashed with excitement, his hands grasping Chance’s shoulders to pull him deeper. It was great, but not enough.
I kissed up Chance’s neck while gripping the front of his throat. His skin was soft beneath my lips, triggering an urge to bite and mark him. But I resisted temptation. “Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.”
Chance moaned, the vibrations reverberating into my palm. His rich baritone filled the room with pure carnal energy. It had the same signature rasp that drove his fans wild.
The musical foreplay left me spellbound. His melodic moans blended with Early’s gasps beneath him into a sensual composition, every note perfectly pitched, making me fucking feral.
My arousal peaked as Chance played up his reactions, transforming each cry into a masterful performance. His voice rose and fell like ocean swells, building to crescendos before dropping to whispered pleas. The sounds he made were obscene, mixing deep groans with breathy whines that drove me to near madness. The little tease knew what he was doing. Each moan was calculated to make me lose control. My restraint hung by the thinnest thread.
I guided him into a deeper angle that made both men cry out in perfect harmony. The sound shot straight to my dick, making me pound Chance’s ass harder. I wanted to hear more, needed to push them higher, to conduct an erotic symphony like a masterful maestro until they screamed my name.
He responded obediently to my direction. His cries grew more desperate with each thrust. The vibrations from his moans traveled through my hand still wrapped around his throat, making my skin tingle. Early’s breathless gasps provided the perfect counterpoint, creating an intoxicating melody of pleasure.
I enveloped Chance with my larger frame. The position let me feel every tremor that ran through him, every catch in his breath as he vocalized his satisfaction. Sweat slicked his spine as he arched into me, the friction maddening but still not enough.
“Your voice is so beautiful as you beg for me,” I growled, my words dripping with filth. “I could listenforever.” Chance moaned my name, growing louder as his body trembled on the edge of release. His muscles clenched around me, drawing me deeper. I reveled in the sensation, my own desire reaching new heights.
Lost in our shared passion, my control slipped as pleasure consumed me. “I love how you sound when I’m fucking you hard. But I bet you can be even louder.” My words ignited something within him, and he released a wild cry as he rocked back against me with renewed force.
Once again, he obeyed without arguing, pleasing the beast he’d awakened inside me. Like a man possessed, I nipped at his earlobe, earning another delicious moan. “Such pretty noises you make for me, Princess,” I growled, the term of endearment slipping out unconsciously.
My rhythm faltered as shock crashed into me. I hadn’t intended to claim Chance possessively the same way I called Early “Duchess.” But something about Chance drew me in and made me possessive. I pushed the thought aside and focused on the sensations.
“Call me that again,” he begged, slamming hard against my cock, taking me to the hilt. “Please, Duke!” His voice was desperate, urging me toward something I wasn’t sure I should indulge.
The scorching heat of his body gripping me so tight made it easy to lose myself in puresensation rather than think about what calling him “Princess” meant. Early’s knowing smile burned in my peripheral vision, but I focused on the perfect arch of his back, the way his muscles flexed as he moved between us.
I gripped him harder, my resolve crumbling as the word “Princess” echoed in my mind. The possessive need I’d kept locked away clawed to the surface, refusing to be contained any longer.
“You like that? Being claimed as our Princess?” My voice came out rough, dark, and primal. “Look how perfectly you fit between us.”
Chance trembled, tightening around me as he pressed deeper into Early. “Yes, fuck, please!”
“It’s such a perfect name for you,” my husband purred, running his hands up Chance’s chest to his shoulders. “Do you like being our Princess?”
When words failed him, I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. An almost vampiric urge to sink my teeth into his flesh overwhelmed me. I licked up the curve, tasting salt and musk. “You make me want to do bad things to you, Princess.”
The word felt dangerously right on my tongue. Chance’s resulting moan was pure temptation, his hips jerking frantically. “Fucking do it,” he pleaded. “Whatever you want to do, do it.”
“That’s it,” I growled against his ear. “Our perfect Princess, desperate for us to use you.” Possessive words poured out unchecked. “You were made forthis, weren’t you? Made to be caught between us, taking whatever we give you.”
“Please,” Chance gasped.
“Listen to him beg so sweetly,” Early said with a wicked grin. “Our Princess knows exactly what he needs, doesn’t he?”
I hated how right it felt to claim him as ours, even temporarily. Each “Princess” that fell from my lips made him shake harder, driving him closer to the edge. The urge to keep him for more than just a night threatened to consume me. Lust had transformed me into something untamable now that my inner beast was unleashed.
I pressed my open mouth to his throat, feeling his pulse race under my tongue. But I couldn’t mark him when everything was still so new. Instead, I channeled my possessive need into fucking him harder.
Chapter Eighteen
CHANCE
