I feel Darcy’s hips perform a little grinding motion on my lap. I’m sure she doesn’t know why she’s doing that, but it is all part of the alluring dance.
“Let me show you what it means to come,” I tell her, letting my hand slide underneath my cloak. I find her warm beneath, naked and ready for all the mate bond entails.
“I hate you,” she says as my hand slides down between her thighs. “I hate all of you… mmmnnnn…” Her rebellious words turn to a light moan.
Darcy
“Do you like this? Even if you hate me?”
Einar’s words are rough, lustful. His eyes are focused on me with intense desire. I find myself absolutely immersed in his charisma. It’s like I cannot tear my eyes away from him. Right now, all I want is to look at him, and touch him and taste him, and hate him.
This has never happened after a shift before, though it feels related. Was I so weak that the shift turned me into some kind of a horny animal, like I didn’t come all the way back into my true humanity?
I am sitting in his lap, wrapped in his cloak. I am naked. I am vulnerable. I am wet, so fucking wet I can’t remember the last time I ever felt like this. Aroused is an understatement. I want to fuck so badly that right now it feels like the only thing I have ever wanted to do, or will ever want to do. My body is made of need, and this man’s fingers, pressing between my thighs, finding the sensitive little nub between my lower lips, are driving me wild.
He’s skillfully playing with my pussy, not touching my clit directly, but using my wetness to tease me tenderly.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”
I make an incoherent sound in reply, partly because it does feel good and I can barely be bothered answering him, and partly because I can’t. I do need to be fucked. I desperately want to feel a cock inside me, even though I don’t actually have any idea what that would feel like. I just know I need it. Him. Them.
Oh, god. I’m suddenly aware that there’s three men in this van, and each and every one of them suddenly seems like the hottest fucking guy on the planet. My instincts are in overdrive, my hips rolling as Einar slides two fingers inside me and gives me just a little of the filling I need.
I’ve got to get a grip. I’ve got to get control. But how am I going to do that when a super fucking hot raider is holding me in his lap, cradling me close, and doing absolutely filthy things to my pussy?
He’s a hot, older stranger. He’s an outlaw of some kind. The cardinal’s guards knew who these men were and wanted them dead on sight. And now I’ve been kidnapped, I’m so fucking horny I can’t handle myself, and I want him to fuck me. I want them all to fuck me.
But that’s insane.
It is insane, right?
He rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb and all thoughts leave my mind. Bolts of excitement rush through me over and over again every time he touches me, and every time he touches me I feel a little better, a little closer to climax. I didn’t know this could feel so good. It’s so simple, just a few touches. He makes my body react with incredible intensity with very little in the way of actual effort on his part.
I’m a virgin, but I wasn’t entirely untouched before this moment.
A few cadets have inexpertly rubbed me before, but this is nothing like that. This is something so much more intense. Einar is handling me with an expert ease that tells me he knows exactly what he is doing.
A bolt of jealousy flashes through me at the idea he has ever touched another woman. It might not make sense, but I hate it. I hate every part of it.
I let out a little snarl, which earns me a smirk.
“What is it, Darcy? Do you want more? Do you need it harder?”
Across from us, Rafe makes a groaning sound, which I now understand to be a sign of need. I’m not the only one who is aroused. I can smell them. Each of them has their own scent. At first it was just Einar I could detect. His is the most potent, andthe most dominant. But now that Rafe has made me aware of his presence, I can smell him too.
I am effectively on display for the raven-haired stranger with the pale blue gaze. He is staring at me with absolute ravenous hunger.
“Let me touch her…” His voice is thick with need as he reaches for me.
Einar emits a growl that is so deep, so dominant, and so completely possessive I feel my entire body thrill to it.
“Mine,” he snarls.
I feel the van slow as Kirin brakes. He looks over his shoulder at us, and I feel a flash of extra heat as I realize I am being observed by ice blue eyes in the most compromising of positions. The cloak is doing nothing to shield me. It has slid away while I wriggle and squirm on Einar’s lap. My breasts are exposed. My legs are spread. My pussy is stretched around Einar’s fingers. I must look like an absolute little slut right now.
“Ours,” Rafe says. “She’s ours, or she’s nobody’s.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Kirin says.
