Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
My heart races, anticipation rushing through me.
“Damrion, please,” Adriel chokes, writhing against me. “I can’t stand it. I need to claim her.”
I feel his need pounding down the bond between us, unrelenting waves of desire that has my own need surging in response. I feel Damrion’s too, powerful and bright, urgent and insistent.
“We’ll be gentle, ást-meer,” Damrion croons, nipping at my shoulder.
"No," I gasp, refusing him. I don’t want gentle. I want them exactly as they are. "Don't hold back."
Damrion meets my gaze and nods.
"Damrion, please," Adriel moans, his voice thick with need. "Let me take her now."
Damrion reaches out, wrapping a hand around Adriel’s throat. There’s an intensity in his eyes, a promise that they’ll give me everything they have. I revel in it, sobbing in ecstasy.
“Together,” he says to Adriel before slipping his hand between our bodies. I feel his fingers close around Adriel’s erection, hear Adriel moan as he grips him. He presses Adriel's cock to my opening, his eyes locked on my face as he slowly pushes Adriel into me—claiming me with Adriel’s cock even as Adriel does.
I throw my head back, moaning their names as Adriel stretches and fills me. Damrion’s hand slips from him, sliding down the cleft of my ass. His fingers press against my back entrance. He stretches me, and then I feel his cock pressing where his fingers just were.
“Relax, ást-meer,” he murmurs, gently pushing forward. “Relax.”
Pleasure and pain radiate through me as he slides into me, and Adriel pushes deeper. I feel my barrier stretch and tear around Adriel’s cock. I can't help but cry out at the fleeting moment of pain. It only makes the ache more intense, only makes me want them even more.
“She feels so good, Damrion,” Adriel moans, awe in his voice as his hips settle against mine.
Damrion pushes forward, filling me inch by exquisite inch. I feel like I’m flying, caught between their bodies, so full of them nothing else registers, nothing else exists. It’s only them and the way they fill me.
“More,” I plead, head thrown back against Damrion’s shoulder. “More, please.”
"Fuck her," Damrion commands Adriel, authority ringing in his voice. “Make her ours, Adriel.”
“Ja,” Adriel growls, his grip on my hip tightening. He pulls back before his hips snap forward, burying his thick cock deep inside me over and over.
Damrion matches him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving over mine as if they were made for this. They claim me, take me, make me theirs in the most primal way. And I love every second of it.
Pleasure explodes through every nerve ending, blinding in its intensity. I'm stretched and filled, completely consumed by them.
"Look at her, Damrion," Adriel groans, leaning down to suck on the pulse fluttering wildly in my throat. "She's perfection. Our perfect mate."
"Ja, hermaðr. She’s ours forever." Damrion punctuates each word with a deep thrust that has me seeing stars.
Adriel changes his angle slightly, hitting some magical spot inside me that has bliss flowing through my veins. I cry out, my inner muscles fluttering around him.
"There," Damrion growls, craning my head back with a hand tangled in my hair. "Again, Adriel. Don't stop."
Adriel obeys, hitting that spot over and over until I'm incoherent with pleasure, babbling their names. All it takes is Damrion’s teeth closing around the shell of my ear to send me hurtling over the edge into a powerful orgasm.
I scream as I come, crying out for them. But they don’t stop. They can’t. Adriel is frantic, desperate to come as he drives into me again and again.
But he needs more, too.
I understand what he needs even if he doesn’t. He needs Damrion.
This isn’t about me. It’s about us—all three of us. We’re one soul split between three bodies. Their pleasure is mine—mine is theirs. They need each other to be complete just as much as they need me.
And Gods help me, but the thought of Damrion claiming Adriel sets my blood on fire. I need it as badly as they do.
"Damrion," I sob, trying to tell him. I want him to take Adriel, to please him. So badly I ache for it. "Adriel needs you."
For once, Damrion doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t question. He presses a hot kiss to my throat and slides from my body with a groan. I whimper at the loss of his heat...and then moan when I see him seaming himself to Adriel’s back, bowing over him as Adriel slams into me again and again.
I can’t see what he does, but I feel it through the bond. I see the ecstasy on Adriel's face.
"Gods, yes!" he cries out, choking on pleasure.
The sensation of Damrion moving within Adriel sends tremors through me. Each powerful thrust drives Adriel deeper into me, his hips crashing against mine. Pleasure surges down the bond—coming for Adriel, coming from Damrion, bouncing back from me. There’s so much of it that I can’t breathe through it.