He grabbed my hair, tightening his grip until my roots strained and I cried out with discomfort around his balls. As I looked up at him, at one-fifth of my world, I saw his lust and his need, his love and the power that gave me over him.
There was a fine line between love and hate, and it was finer with Wolfe. He loved hard. It was why he evaded it, but with me, he’d never been able to.
As much as he loved me, he hated that he did, and I always saw that warfare in his gaze, always felt it whenever we were intimate.
I’d spend the rest of my life making sure he didn’t regret loving me, and I saw that acceptance today, saw it and read it in his features.
“Need in your cunt, baby girl,” he grumbled, peering down my bare body, my tits that were loaded with spit and drool—the bubbly stuff that came from being throat fucked—and to my pussy that peeped out from between my spread legs.
I moaned, needing that just as much, and when he dropped to his knees, I immediately fell back. He moved onto me, covering me like a blanket, and I loved his weight, his heat, loved even more that his fingers parted the lips of my sex before moving up to rub my clit.
With one hand on his cock, the other on my clit, he pressed the tip to my gate and slid home. All the way home until my back arched with delight at the fullness. My tits jiggled as Wolfe pumped into me a few times before he stilled and savored the connection, his eyes burning into me just as hotly as Flame’s could.
Speaking of… on either side of me, Axe and Flame dropped to their knees too. Flame hauled me up so I was no longer flat to the floor, and he pressed me to his knees. I could feel his cock against my shoulder and almost laughed at the wet kiss it gave me.
Axe’s mouth moved to my tits. His lips nipping at the nubs cresting each peak before he began to drift down, down, farther and farther until he was tonguing my clit while Wolfe started to fuck me.
A sharp scream escaped me as the sensations hit. Overloading me with the fucking power of the pleasure my men could stir in me.
As Axe sucked on my clit like I’d sucked on his cock, I thrashed and flailed, but Flame held me tight, his arms coming to corral me. He was bondage in human form. I couldn’t move, couldn’t twist all that much as I was fucked and sucked.
“Flame! Let me go,” I begged around a cry as Wolfe’s thrusts sped up. I needed to arch my hips, needed to sit up and run my arms around his chest to hold him close, fuck, I needed him to turn me over and screw me silly from behind.
I needed so much and Flame wasn’t letting me do anything other than take what they wanted to give.
As I screamed out my climax a few seconds later, I sobbed as Axe carried on flicking his tongue around my clit. I could hear noises that spoke of how wet I was, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Nothing was wrong in this room.
Nothing could ever be anything other than perfect.
A moan escaped me when I felt Wolfe’s seed splash deep inside me. It was like liquid fire and it set tiny explosions quivering along the channel of my sex as I was coated in his cum.
Axe shuffled out of the way as Wolfe fell forward, his hands catching himself on either side of my shoulders. He pressed his face to my throat, caught his breath, then in a kind of farewell, nipped me there. Hard.
I hissed at the exquisite pain, but it drew out into a long groan as Wolfe pulled out of me. I blinked up at him and he grinned sleepily down at me.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby girl. I had to leave at some point.”
He leaned over once more and kissed me, and then, Axe was there. He peered down at my pussy, the one he’d just tasted, the one whose juices coated his mouth. His fingers smooshed through the seed that was slipping down my channel, rubbing it here and there, teasing me and driving me generally fucking insane as he made my already sensitive sex turn into hyperdrive.
All the while, Flame pinned me down.
Kept me there.
Stationary when I needed to move so badly it hurt.
I sucked down a sharp breath, then whimpered as he pinched my clit between his middle and pointer finger before slipping them down to fill my channel.
Scissoring them, he hooked his fingers inside me, then raked against the front wall of my pussy. A squeak escaped me, high and panicked as he began to rub there, touching me in a way that made my eyes want to cross.
They began to move faster, faster still until my eyes flared wide with panic. It felt like I wanted to pee! It wasn’t the first time he’d done this to me, and it made sense why Flame was holding me down.
Bastards!
Fuck, I’d get them back for this. The next time I was sucking them off, I’d make sure to ‘accidentally’ slip three fingers up their asses for a little payback of my own.
Those thoughts were for the future however. My breath billowed in and out of my lungs as he touched my G-spot. Over and over, repeatedly torturing me until I had no choice but to give in.
I wailed as I squirted, liquid seeping out and over his fingers, drenching my lower belly and the floor beneath me until it puddled under my butt.
The pleasure was excruciating and I had no choice but to raise my legs, curl into myself to try to embrace it and avoid it in equal measure.
Of course, the cunt didn’t let me.
He chuckled, they all fucking did, and then he used my new position to shove his cock inside me. Around battered tissues that were still throbbing with life.
I almost shut down when he did that. The pleasure was like a bomb to the brain as he began to fuck me through one climax and then the next.
I was one, long, wailing mass of pleasure as he thrust into me, hard and deep. He kept me there, riding that fucking line of torturous delight until he came, his come the only thing that soothed me, but my torment wasn’t over.
Shuffled around once more, I found myself on Wolfe’s lap next as Flame thrust into me. I wouldn’t have noticed Axe’s retreat if it weren’t for the fact Flame had to move to get any.
He rested his cock against my pussy, and his dick throbbed against my pulsating flesh until I could feel both our heartbeats.
I wasn’t sure why, but his stillness made my heart pound even harder, and trust me, it was already racing like I’d ran a fucking marathon on Red Bull.
“W-What are you doing?” I whimpered, too weak to do anything other than just lay there and take everything he had to give me.
“Waiting until you catch your breath.”
His simple words had me tensing. I almost wanted to make sure that my breath was never ‘caught,’ but as I stared into his eyes, our connection flared to life.
I had this with all of them. Once our gazes bridged, it was like I was about to walk home. Each had the power to inspire something inside me aside from arousal and fury. It was like deep in my head, I allotted them certain spaces.
With Axe, whenever we did this, I wanted him to kiss me. Just kiss me and kiss me, until I wasn’t sure where he began and I ended.
With Wolfe, it was different. A part of me could attack him with the need he inspired. It was more aggressive than the others. I felt like the alpha bitch in me was ramming heads with him, and maybe that was exactly how it was. Deep down, we were both animals. Each of us trying to dominate the other.
Dagger made me want to curl into him, be held tight in his arms because he made me feel safe. So fucking safe that I knew the world couldn’t even see me when I was there.
Ryan had been like that. A strange blend of Axe and Dagger almost. Safety and need wrapped into one.