“I love you so damn much, Thea,” Krystian tells me, removing his fingers. “You’re my entire world.”
I shudder in anticipation as the hard length of his cock presses against my stretched ass.
“Lube,” Krystian instructs, and Rafe pours more lube on my ass and Krystian’s cock.
His shaft teases my entrance, but he doesn’t enter me. Not yet. I can tell he’s still unsure, still worried about hurting me.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Zaid asks worriedly from in front of me.
I reach for him, pulling myself onto my knees in the process.
“I’m one hundred percent perfect,” I assure him. “And I want you both. Now.”
“Fucking hell,” Krystian rasps.
Zaid simply stares at me, awe and love mingling in his dark, fathomless eyes.
My wraith doesn’t ask me if I’m sure. He must see it in my eyes. Instead, he reaches for my shoulders, lines himself up with my wet pussy, and thrusts deep inside of me.
We both groan.
God, I feel so stuffed, so full, already. What will it be like with Krystian in my ass?
Zaid falls onto his back, and I shift myself until I’m straddling him, Krystian still teasing my ass.
Zaid reaches up to pinch my nipple, though his touch is gentler than Everett’s. He begins to thrust his hips upwards, and I moan and throw my head back.
“Fuck, you look perfect,” Krystian rasps from behind, inching his hips forward.
I gasp at the stretch, the fullness.
Definitely thicker than two fingers.
Zaid slows, allowing Krystian to enter me fully.
It hurts. It feels strange, but it also feels really fucking good. Holy fuck.
Zaid curses and tightens his grip on my tit, staring up at me like I’m the center of his existence.
A flush creeps into my cheeks at the ardent adoration in his gaze.
“I love you, Thea,” he whispers.
“I love you too.”
Just as those words leave my lips, Krystian thrusts all the way inside of me, forcing me farther onto Zaid. He jolts and swears, lowering his grip to my hips.
“Look how perfect she looks between them,” Rafe growls.
“Like a fucking goddess,” Everett agrees.
It isn’t long until my men find a rhythm. Krystian pulls out as Zaid pushes in, then they switch, the two of them fucking me in tandem. I can do nothing but whimper and cry as they work my body like it’s their own personal toy to play with. All I can focus on is the sensation of their cocks sliding against each other, only a tiny sliver of skin separating them.
I feel full—too full. But it still isn’t enough.
Lust streaks through me, and I can feel my orgasm fast approaching. I lower a hand between my body, prepared to strum my clit, when Rafe grabs ahold of my hand, stopping me.
“No,” he growls, his eyes ensnaring mine and refusing to release them.
