“That’s it, angel,” he growls against my ear. “Let them all hear how much you crave this. Crave me.”
Xavier’s hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back against his shoulder as his other hand continues its torment between my thighs. The angle forces me to arch, displaying me more completely to the circling hunters.
“On your knees,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “Hands and knees. Now.”
I sink down onto the plush rug, the Persian fibers soft against my palms and knees. Behind me, I hear the distinctive sound of Xavier’s belt buckle, then the rasp of his zipper. My core clenches in anticipation, wetness coating my inner thighs.
“Look at them watching you,” Xavier growls, positioning himself behind me. “Look how much they want to taste what’s mine.”
I lift my eyes to the three hunters who’ve moved even closer. One man’s massive frame towers over us, his dark eyes burning with frustration. The other two flank him like predators denied their kill.
Xavier’s hands grip my hips with bruising force, and without warning, he drives into me in one devastating thrust. The stretch, the fullness, the way he hits that spot deep inside me—it’s too much. My orgasm crashes overme instantly, tearing a scream from my throat that echoes through the chamber.
“Fuck,” Xavier snarls, his grip tightening as my walls clench around him. “Coming already? Such a good little exhibitionist.”
He doesn’t give me time to recover. His pace is brutal, each thrust driving me forward on my hands and knees with an intensity that borders on violence. The sounds I’m making—desperate, needy moans mixed with his name—fill the air around us.
“Can we get a turn?” The towering man’s rough voice cuts through my cries. “She looks like she could take more than one.”
Xavier’s response is immediate and leaves no room for argument. His thrusts halt as he leans over my back, one hand wrapping around my throat in a clear display of ownership.
“No one touches her but me,” he growls, his voice carrying enough menace to make even him take a step back. “She’s mine. Every inch of her belongs to a Blackwood.”
I hear the sound of zippers. When I manage to look up through the haze of pleasure, I see all three hunters freeing their cocks, stroking themselves as they watch Xavier slam into me with renewed ferocity.
“Then we’ll have to enjoy the show,” he says, his voice strained as his fist works his impressive length.
Xavier resumes his brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through me as the three hunters pleasure themselves at the sight of my complete surrender.
My eyes drift to the three cocks being stroked feet from where Xavier fucks me, and shame burns through my chest even as fresh arousal floods my core. They’re all different—the towering man’s thick and intimidating, one of the others long and curved, the third perfectly proportioned but still impressive. The sight of their hands working their lengths while watching Xavier fuck me sends pulses of heat straight to my center.
What’s wrong with me? I should be horrified, disgusted by their voyeuristic pleasure. Instead, seeing how hard they are, how their eyes burn with frustrated desire as they watch me being fucked—it makes me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.
Xavier’s pace intensifies. The wet sounds of our bodies joining, my desperate moans, his guttural groans—it all blends into a symphony of depravity that stokes the fire consuming me.
“Look how she stares at your cocks,” Xavier pants, his voice rough with exertion and dark satisfaction. “My angel likes having an audience.”
The shame amplifies my arousal, making me arch back against Xavier’s brutal thrusts as heat floods my cheeks.
One of the hunters—not the massive one who spoke before, but the one with the curved cock—steps closer. His voice is cultured and educated.
“She looks like she’d love to get that tight little ass filled,” he suggests, his fist working his length faster. “Bet she’d scream so pretty with your cock stretching her back there.”
The words hit me like lightning. Every part of me quivers as an orgasm tears through me without warning, more intense than anything I've ever experienced. I'm screaming Xavier's name, my walls clamping down around him so hard I see white.
“Fuck,” Xavier snarls above me, his hips stuttering. “Did you come from him talking about your ass?”
I can’t form words, can’t do anything but shake as aftershocks ripple through me. The sensitivity is overwhelming—every nerve ending feels exposed, raw, hypersensitive to the slightest touch.
Xavier leans down, his chest pressing against my back as his lips find my ear. His breath is hot against my skin, sending fresh shivers down my spine.
“Is that what you want?” His voice is velvet darkness, each word making my core clench around him. “Do you want my thick cock stretching your tight little ass while they watch?”
My mouth opens, but no sound emerges except ragged breathing. All I can do is nod frantically, my head bobbing like a desperate puppet as Xavier’s cock throbs inside my still-clenching walls.
“Yes,” I gasp, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Please, Xavier. I want... I want everything.”
His answering growl is beast-like, as he pulls out of me slowly, leaving me empty and aching, before his hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them wide. The vulnerability brands me—shame tangled tight with aching need.
