“Don’t fight us, Mekenna.” Viktor nipped her earlobe, and that spark of pain had her digging her nails so deeply into his skin she knew she drew blood.
“I don’t want to fight you, any of you. I just want to feel all three of you helping to move my past far behind me.” She wanted to forget her life as a servant, especially as one for her father, looked at as nothing other than a piece of property. Three raw groans filled the room.
Viktor was a madman between her thighs, moving his thumb over her clit so hard and fast she couldn’t catch her breath. When he added a second finger inside her, the pain made everything so much more fulfilling. She was stretched, bordering on tears of pleasure and agony, and couldn’t stop asking for more.
“You’re ours, Mekenna. You’ll always be ours.” His words were garbled against her throat, and she knew they should have frightened her. But that delicious arc of desire finally broke inside her, and she threw her head back, banging it against the wall, and cried out as she came.
Shamelessly fucking herself on his hand, Mekenna thrust her hips up and down. She knew he wasn’t penetrating her as deeply as she would have liked, but it was still so damn good. Her legs were now ridiculously spread, taking whatever he gave her. Even through the haze of pleasure, she stared at Savastian and Fillip.
Savastian now had his massive erection out, and both he and Fillip stroked themselves so thoroughly that another orgasm slammed into her just from watching them. When the pleasure finally dimmed to a still constant burn inside her, she looked into the serious dark eyes of Viktor. His lids slowly dropped to half-mast, and he pulled his fingers out of her still clenching pussy.
Everything stilled as she watched him bring those two glistening digits to his mouth and suck every last drop of her arousal from them. Mouth parting, because that had to be one of the most sensual things she had seen thus far, all Mekenna could do was hold onto him and stare at the way he moved his tongue between his fingers.
“Your pussy cream is so damn sweet, Mekenna.” He leaned in closer, and she could smell his dark scent mingling with her musk. “I want to suck that cream from your pussy, want to swallow it and have it cover my face.” And then he leaned in and dragged his tongue along her bottom lip, teasing, coaxing her.
She felt her strength snap, and she melted into the rock-hardness of his chest. Opening her mouth, she sucked his tongue inside. Mekenna was aware of his hands landing on the wall on either side of her head, bracing his massive weight and caging her in.
“That’s it. Let our brother take control of you,” Savastian said in a harsh, slightly distorted voice.
Viktor ground his dick into her, and she felt the full, thick, length of him jerk against her body. A groan spilled from his mouth, and she ate it up, loving that she had a certain power over him.
Sucking on his tongue, she tasted herself on him. She wanted his hard length pushing deep inside her, wanted his brothers watching and then taking their turns with her as well. Never had her pussy been so swollen and wet with need. Even now, after coming twice at his hand, she felt unfulfilled.
His low grunt against her mouth fueled her arousal higher. Pressing her tongue around his, she felt him mimic the act. It was sexual, inviting. He moved closer to her, pressing her fully against the cold, unforgiving metal wall of the spacecraft. Mekenna needed to be closer, needed more.
He growled, low and threatening, and moved his mouth away from hers and to her ear. He whispered roughly, “I won’t let you go. We won’t let you go. Once our cocks are in you, that means you are our mate for life, Mekenna.” He pulled back just an inch so he could look in her eyes. “The beasts inside us will never let you go.” He said that like it was a brand of ownership.
Taking her face between his massive hands, he cupped her head so gently she didn’t feel like another piece of property. She felt like she was their equal.
“I want to be yours.” She looked at the brothers. “I want to be all of yours.”
11
Viktor pressed closer to his mate. He knew she had been owned her entire life, a hybrid servant to a piece-of-shit male who didn’t deserve to have her. But what she didn’t realize, but soon would, was that she didn’t own just him, but his brothers as well.
They would kill for her, torture and maim, but in the end, they would gladly get down on their knees before her and worship every inch of her body. She was their mate, but it wasn’t just about them claiming her; it was also about a partnership. He was dominant, overbearing, and could be a pain in the ass.