Behind me, Oz’s fingers dip under the waistband of my panties and he draws them down my thighs. He lifts my leg up and back, hooking it over his own and holding me open for Jude.
Heat rushes through me at the sight of Jude’s cock, thick and heavy in his hand. The curved metal bar glints at the head and he drags the cool silver through my folds before easing his length inside of me till he’s so far in our hip bones touch.
I groan, my fingers tangling in his hair. I try to shift, needing to feel him move inside but Jude takes my leg from Oz and wrapsit over his waist. “Hold still for us, Angel. Be a good girl and let Oz fill you up.”
His words have me shuddering and I rest my forehead on Jude’s chest.
Oz moves behind me. I hiss as he brushes up against my back, the strokes River landed blazing with each touch. The burn spreads as Oz pushes two lubed fingers into my pussy alongside Jude’s cock, sliding them back and forth and scissoring his fingers to stretch me out.
He adds another finger before pulling out and notching the head of his cock against my entrance. He curls his hand around my ribcage, catching the edge of where the whip tails hit and holding me steady as he forces his way inside.
“Oh fuck.”
“You’re doing good, babygirl,” Jude murmurs. He’s already filling me so much and each inch Oz deepens makes me tighter and tighter.
“Fuck brother,” Jude swears, “I can feel you moving against me.”
“Does it feel good?” I ask, scraping my nails over Jude’s nipples.
He shivers. “Hell, yeah.”
I moan and wince as Oz thrusts deeper.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, right over where Eli’s initials mark my skin. “Just a little more, Mo Leannan. You can take me.”
Jude’s fingers play with my nipples, each tweak distracting me from the burn stretching my cunt. Finally, Oz’s pelvis is flush against my ass.
“How does it feel?” Jude asks.
“So full,” I gasp, my eyes blinking as I adjust to having them both this deep. I can feel Jude in my belly and the sensations from my core travel all the way up my spine.
Oz chuckles low, the vibrations ricochetting through me. “Such a good, obedient set of holes for us.”
I groan, my head falling back against his shoulder at his vulgar words.
“You ready for us to fuck you, babygirl?”
“Yes. Please,” the word hisses out of me as Jude rocks his hips back only to piston forward. “Fuck.”
Oz moves too, the pair of them finding a rhythm as they saw in and out of me. My body undulates between them until Oz wraps his arm underneath my breasts and holds me to him, anchoring me steady as the two of them fuck me hard.
The sting from River’s whipping intensifies every touch. The brush of Jude’s breath on the swell of my breasts. His fingers digging into my ass.
I reach up and link my hands around the back of Oz’s neck, gasping as they hit a sweet spot deep inside of me.
“That’s it, Mo Leannan, come for us,” Oz murmurs, his voice strained and gravelly.
Jude thrusts into that same spot and I shatter, but unlike earlier, when breaking meant falling apart, this time I kaleidoscope back together.
Jude and Oz’s love surrounds me. Glimpses of Jude’s desire and Oz’s quiet smile, of them whispering their love for me and holding me close, float around us before coalescing into a single thought as I reach that euphoric peak. A surety that settles in my soul.
I am loved.
Oz and Jude bury themselves deep, warmth flooding inside of me as they find their climax together.
After they pull out, I roll onto my back, barely feeling the hiss of pain over the pleasure satiating my body.
Eli kneels on the bed, cleaning me up with a warm cloth before lowering his lips to my pussy. He presses a kiss to the topof my mound then hovers there, waiting for me to look down at him before holding my gaze and saying, “You want to feel, kitten? I’ll make you feel.”
