“Eric,” she breathed. God, the burn felt fantastic. The small bursts of pain were drenched by the pleasure of his touch. He added another finger and scissored them both, trying to make room for something bigger.
“Oh,” she moaned, even as she instinctively rocked back to welcome his touch.
“Oh yes,” Eric whispered as he withdrew his finger and prodded her hole with his cock. He moved past her tight rim, slowly but steadily, and the pain of his intrusion was nothing next to the fullness of his possession. He continued to push until he finally seated himself all the way inside her.
Then he stopped, letting her feel all of him.
Dom stood in front of her, by the bed, and held his cock in hand. “Now suck me, Vicki. Blow me the way you did before. Trust me, my cum will make Eric’s taking your ass so much better.”
“As if it could get better,” Eric teased, then groaned as Vicki tensed around him. “Easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You already hurt me,” she argued but couldn’t help the tantalizing sight of Dom’s arousal right in front of her. It didn’t make sense that she should want him. She’d never been one for swallowing either, yet she wanted another taste. Something about their seed and the sweet film lubricating them was addictive. But she’d dwell on that later. Much later. A glance next to her showed Malcolm jerking off as he watched the threesome.
“No, Malcolm. Don’t lose it, not unless you’re inside a warm mouth, pussy, or ass,” Eric ordered, his tone lazy but approving as he spoke to their newest packmate.
“Yes, Prime,” Malcolm said on a moan. “But it smells like sex in here, and I’m so fucking hard.”
“Ah, yes.” Eric pumped slowly, then harder as Vicki took Dom in her mouth. She sucked and licked, took his balls in her hand and rolled them gently, pleased when he hardened to the point where she knew he’d soon blow.
“Fuck, oh, Vicki,” Dom sighed. “My queen, yes, yes.” He shook as he spilled inside her mouth.
He came in a steady rush as she fondled him, and she was enthralled by the strength and scope of his need. Vicki could feel his desire, not just for the group, but for her, and his affection resounded in every fiber of her being.
Eric rode her, the burn a pleasure in itself. “That’s so good, honey. You gave it back, all the pleasure. Now it’s Malcolm who needs you. Show him how good it can feel.”
She couldn’t deny him even if she’d wanted to. Turning her head, she watched the Ravager approach. Handsome, tall, and so hard he looked in pain, Malcolm moved to join her but was intercepted by Dom.
“Dom,” Eric rasped and quickened his pace. “I can’t last much longer.”
“Just a taste.”
Arousal throbbed through her body as she watched Dom go down on his knees and take Malcolm into his mouth. The sight of such a strong male sucking off another made her moan with need.
Malcolm tilted his head back, the strong cords of his throat exposed as Dom pleasured him.
“Enough,” Eric growled and slammed inside her. “Let’s finish this before I explode.”
She wiggled her hips, and he slapped her ass.
And then Malcolm was there, taking Dom’s place. Longer but not as thick, he posed a challenge just to fit him inside her mouth. But she took him with no problem. Unable to question her abilities, surrounded by so much carnal need, she rode the wave.
She bobbed over Malcolm and moaned when Dom joined them and rubbed her clit. Eric pounded into her, harder and harder as Dom murmured something she couldn’t make out. Malcolm stroked her cheeks as she breathed him in, his erection impossibly thick and on the verge of coming.
“Please, Prime. I’m there, so ready,” Malcolm moaned.
“Come hard. Let her swallow all of you,” Eric growled and slammed one more time inside her before stilling, just as Malcolm jetted inside her mouth.
Dom pinched her clit, and the rapturous energy filling the room drove her into an orgasm so intense she could feel everyone in the room with her. Dom, Malcolm, Eric, and she were one body, one source of joy as the throbbing pulse of unity tied them together in a way she couldn’t explain. She just knew everything was different.
Too exhausted be afraid, she felt them leaving her, only to return to clean her up. Eric brought her a glass of water and stroked her hair as she drank, but it wasn’t enough to take the taste of her mates from her.
She didn’t want to forget.
“For such a pain in the ass, you turn me inside out, you know that?” Eric said in a low, soothing voice.
Dom chuckled. “So romantic.”
“Geez, Prime. Even I can do better than that,” Malcolm joined them. His words cracked on a yawn.
Vicki wasn’t the only one exhausted.
“Tomorrow, Malcolm, I’ll get a taste of you,” Eric purred.
“Hell.” Malcolm couldn’t hide the excitement from his voice.
“Welcome to the pack. Now lay your ass down and go to sleep.” Eric tucked Vicki between him and Dom, and she felt Malcolm’s hand on her flank as well.
Four grown people sharing a bed. She thought of wolves in a pack sleeping together and smiled. Her last thought before sleep claimed her.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Vicki woke the next morning in a tangle of arms and legs. Before she could protest, Eric turned her onto her back and thrust deep. He took her quickly, while the others watched and rubbed all over one another. She came at the same time Dom, or Malcolm, hell, maybe both did. Eric followed shortly after, shuddering as he filled her.
“You’re supposed to soothe the need, but I’m getting hungrier for you every second you’re mine,” Eric admitted. He kissed her hard then withdrew and rolled off the bed. “Time for some damage control this morning.”
Dom stretched beside her. “Damage control? Oh, you mean, to explain how a Conduit, a non-Ravager like Vicki, turned feral yesterday during the hunt?”
“Vicki, you were beautiful,” Malcolm added, his voice husky. “I’ve never seen a Ravager female who wasn’t dark, except for Dom. I mean, you were, but your eyes were so bright. Like the fucking sun.”
“Now that’s poetic. The fucking sun. Nice.” Dom elbowed him in the gut, leaving a laughing Malcolm there to hug Vicki until her hormones started singing again.
I am so not normal. Voider porn, here I come.
“Malcolm,” Eric warned.
Malcolm darted off the bed.
Vicki blinked as she suddenly lay all alone. The past days’ confusion set in, and she realized she’d become a Ravager play toy. Make that, sex toy. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment—and a strange sense of pleasure.
“Hold on one minute, all of you.” She sat up in bed, conscious of her nudity when all three men stared at her breasts. Swearing, she found a sheet and covered herself. “Explain what exactly happened last night.”
“Besides the sex?” Malcolm looked confused.
“Besides the orgy, you mean,” she snapped. “Yesterday was beyond weird.” She stared in horror as what Eric had said penetrated. “You talked about me being a queen and bearing your young.” Shit, shit, shit. “I’ve had shots, but you guys can impregnate anything, can’t you?”