“Bloody hell,” Lach grunted, the sound almost pained.
I knew how he felt. I was in an overload of sensations, floating away on the pleasure roaring through my body. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure of having Merrick and Trace’s hands on me, of Trace’s cock driving into my slick pussy or Merrick’s thick length in my mouth.
It was the feeling of wholeness. Of rightness.
As if I’d been waiting for this my whole life and had never known it until now.
“I want to feel you come,” Trace murmured, his voice rough. He slipped one hand around the curve of my hip, brushing his fingers over my lower belly before finding the hard nub of my clit. “I want to watch you lose control for us. Feel you milk me with that sweet pussy.”
Stars danced in my vision, and I clung to Merrick with a desperate grip as my mouth worked his shaft faster, taking him deeper into my throat each time. I could taste his salty essence on my tongue, and I knew he was close too.
I was so turned on that my entire body felt like it was humming with energy. Every nerve ending in my skin seemed to be firing at once, and the slightest touch made me moan. My breasts felt full and heavy as they swayed with the motion of my body, and my back was already arching, my hips shifting as I chased the pleasure Trace’s fingertips were giving me.
His movements became harder, more demanding, the thrusts of his cock matching the blur of his fingers, and it was too much for one body to contain anymore. I cried out around Merrick’s cock, licking and slurping him as an orgasm tore through me, making my knees shake and my body jerk.
“Fuck yes, Ari. Just like that. Oh, fuuuuuck.”
Merrick’s final word ended on a long groan as ropes of cum spilled down my throat. I swallowed over and over, taking every bit of him, and a second later, Trace cursed loudly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as his cock pulsed inside me.
My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might explode out of my chest. Aftershocks of pleasure still ran through me, and I wasn’t sure I had ever come so hard in my life. I ran my tongue up the length of Merrick’s shaft as I slowly released him, licking the rounded head of his cock before pulling back.
He gripped my shoulders to help me stand as Trace pulled out of me, and before I could even catch my breath, Lachlan was there. Burning desire blazed in the Irishman’s green eyes, and he dragged me from Merrick’s hold like a caveman claiming his mate.
Lach’s cock was hard as steel and hot as a brand as he wrapped his arms around me, his lips crashing against mine. Every bit of pent-up arousal that had built up in him as he watched his two friends fuck me was unleashed in this kiss, and I gasped as his tongue battled with mine.
My own arousal spiked again, and I wrapped my arms around Lachlan’s neck as he lifted me into his arms. The head of his cock found my pussy, and without pausing, driven by a primal need, he slammed me down hard on his thick length, plunging in to the hilt. My head fell back as a scream of pleasure burst from me, and he growled, taking advantage of my position to run his lips up the column of my throat, licking and sucking. Tasting me.
His large hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me up and down as he drove into me, making each thrust so deep it felt like he might split me in two.
“Lachlan! Oh, Gods…”
I hadn’t expected to come again so fast, but the demanding force of his thrusts and the need I could feel in every one of his movements drove me over the edge. My arms and legs tightened around him convulsively as waves of pleasure swept through me. He pulled me down on his thick shaft one last time, his body shuddering in my embrace as he followed me over the edge.
His cock jerked inside me as he bathed my insides with his cum, and the feeling of incredible, overwhelming fullness made me whimper as I buried my face in his neck.
We went still, breathing hard against one another, our sweat-dampened skin clinging together.
Holy shit. That had been so much better, so much more than I had expected.
I trusted Lach to keep holding me up, because I wasn’t ready to move yet. I wasn’t ready to let go of this incredible feeling yet. As we stood like that, my arms and legs still wrapped around him, the other two men stepped closer. Soft hands caressed my bare skin, warm lips kissed and worshipped me.
I could feel it in the way they touched me, in the almost reverent silence that now filled the cave.
This had changed everything. Not just for me.
For all of us.
Chapter Eighteen
My pack felt heavier and heavier with every step I took.
In actual fact, without much food and only a limited supply of other items, it really wasn’t that full. But at the moment, I could’ve sworn Trace had packed it full of rocks this morning as a practical joke. Not that he would do that—I was pretty sure he liked having his balls.
So. Much. Hiking.
If I never had to walk again for the rest of my life, it would be too damn soon, as far as I was concerned.
After our incredible night in the cave, we’d traveled for another day and a half, unsure whether we were even going in the right direction. Outside the playing area, there were no clues, no hidden packs, nothing to help us along. Beyond the normal creatures lurking in the forest, no one had come for us, which made me think either the gods didn’t know we were here, or they were playing games with us.
“Shit.” Trace’s voice broke into my thoughts, and I looked up to see him gesturing me closer from the top of the hill he and Lach had stopped on. “You gotta see this, Ari.”
I huffed out a breath, digging my boots into the soil as I climbed up the hill just beyond the tree line of the forest. Merrick held out his hand and helped me up the rest of the way, then the men and I stood side-by-side.
Immediately, I knew what Trace had been talking about. It was impossible to miss. From our high vantage point, the four of us stared out at a huge, breathtaking settlement in front of us.
“Holy shit. The city of the gods,” I whispered, unable to keep the awe from my voice. I didn’t want to be impressed by anything the gods did, but it was impossible not to be dazzled by the sight before me.
It was massive, stretching as far as my tired eyes could see. The beautiful white stone buildings were elaborately structured, with what seemed to be hand-chiseled details, statues that reached toward the sky, and a glistening glow to it all that almost hurt the eyes. The streets that ran between the large ornate buildings looked like gold, but there were no cars driving on them, only masses of people, all dressed in similar robes and walking in groups.
Trace motioned to the right, where the hill sloped down into a divot surrounded by large purple and blue flowering bushes. It was hard to move from the spot where I stood, entranced by the beauty of the city in front of us. But as I tore my gaze from the glimmering city, I noticed a group of what looked like guards making their way around the outskirts of the city.
Fuck. Last thing we need is to get caught when we’re so damn close.
Quickly we all ducked and headed down into the gully, allowing the large plants to hide our presence.
Dropping into a crouch between Merrick and Trace, I glanced around at the men. We had made it to the outskirts of the city, but that was only the beginning.
“We need to get through the city gates somehow,” I murmured quietly.
Lachlan carefully pushed back several branches of the bushes and looked down at the city. “Those people below—the ones enterin’ and exitin’ buildings in perfect formation. They’re not gods, are they?”