“End this, Sven.”
Shit.
My name on her lips was sinful, and the raw quality in her tone was soft enough to end me. I couldn't have her being soft with me, not when it was so easy to push her further away when she wasn’t. Yeah, when she was prickly, she got me hard, but when she was like this? Damn, she was powerful enough to make me kneel.
Our eyes met for a long moment. I was so close, her warm breath fanned over my face, and I knew right as her eyes searched mine that I was about to do it.
Chapter Twelve
Isadora
Sven swallowed the lump in his throat. For a moment, I thought he was going to laugh at me. It wouldn’t be crazy for someone like him to just laugh at this ridiculous request, but after a long pause, his hand moved to his pajamas, and while his eyes were lasered on mine, Sven took his cock out.
I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding inside my chest when I allowed myself to look down. I didn’t want to stare, but I wanted to look at him. I had to look.
Sven was big, of course he was. He was the tallest of the three, and while he wasn’t built like a brick house like Anders, he was packing serious heat under his fancy doctor outfit. He fisted his cock, eyes on me as he tugged up and down until the vein on his neck strained.
“Hold her.”
It wasn’t directed to me but to Per over my shoulder. I wanted to argue I didn’t need to be held back. I wasn’t an animal after all. But Per’s strong hands pulled my back to his chest, and I let myself rest in his warmth.
Legs parted, eyes on Sven, I wasn’t sure what to feel. Not now and definitely not once this was done. The heat was clouding my head. I couldn’t think beyond my need for them.
Heat uncurled from the pit of my stomach through my body in tidal waves, taking my sanity hostage. I wanted to scream and devour them three, and only then could I be satisfied.
Sven moved closer. His strong body hovered over mine, and before I could ask what happened next, his tip traced the seam of my body, spreading my arousal everywhere. I shook within myself, emotions that I couldn’t express in Swiss exploded inside me, and I just started cursing in Portuguese.
“Minha nossa senhora…”
Surprise flashed in Sven’s eyes, as if for a second he forgot who I was and where I came from. I bit down my lip, waiting to see if he was going to change his mind and leave me wanting, but he didn’t. He pushed into me.
“Oh god,” I groaned, throwing my head back into Per’s chest.
Sven grunted over, “You’re so tight.”
It wasn’t a complaint. I could tell as he stretched me that he was on the edge of a climax, and he was barely in. It burned atfirst, as if my skin was ready to rip, and I tensed, but Sven started moving slowly, and pleasure rolled over me at every thrust.
Per’s raggedy breath was in my ear, his stiff cock carving on my back while his friend entered me, pumping inside with his own grunts and groans over my head.
They were over me, on me, and in me. What a way to lose my virginity.
My legs hooked around Sven, the burning long gone, giving space to never-ending desire. With every pump of his cock, Sven undid me, destroyed me. The Isadora I used to be didn’t exist anymore, and I was being built again as an omega.
Per’s palm traced my cheek, and I looked up at him, wishing I could reach behind my back and take his cock in my hand. It was the most perverted thought yet bloomed like a flower from my chest.
“Are you ready?” Sven asked.
I looked back at him, and before I could make sense of what he was asking, something much larger than his cock started trying to push in, stretching me more than was humanly possible.
What the hell?
“What’s that?” I panicked.
He stopped, confusion stamped on his face. “My knot.”
The word came out rasped, but I wasn’t mistaken. That was exactly what he said. I blinked at him. “Your what?”
Sven pulled out at once with a shameful squelching sound. I wanted to whine and ask him to stay in, but not if he was trying to stuff something huge that didn’t seem to fit. He was already big, for god’s sake.
