I surged forward, my cock stretching her virgin asshole for the very first time. I pinched her clit hard and I felt her shatter completely in my arms. She cried out with pain, pleasure, and lust, her eyes rolling as I took her.
I wasn’t gentle or kind, it wasn’t in my nature. I liked it rough and by the way her body reacted, so did she. I took her asshole with my dick until my balls pounded against the curves of her backside, and still, she begged for more.
Writhing in my arms, she came once and then twice, and I reveled in the feeling of her tight channel gripping my shaft. Filling her felt like a drug, one I could easily find myself using again and again.
I decided to up the ante.
I relaxed my blood flow, allowing my cock to grow bigger, my girth stretching her, my length taking more and more of her depths. Her whimpers sounded slightly panicked for a moment before she allowed herself to relax.
“Take it, Kira. You know you need it,” I said, and she cried out with lust.
“Oh, God. Please. Yes,” she screamed.
I fucked her ass even harder, rougher and her hips bucked, as I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She tensed, her muscles trembling and screamed her release so loud it echoed.
Her sounds desperate, I allowed myself to enjoy every last second, holding back until she came several times.
Fuck, she felt so good. So tight.
When her signs of exhaustion began to show, I permitted myself to fully enjoy her body. My own thighs trembled with pleasure and I roared as I came inside her depths. I felt her orgasm one last time and I could tell it broke her apart into a million pieces.
Gently, I pulled out from her and cleaned myself with a nearby rag. I took a soft towel and glided it along her cunt, wipi
ng away the remnants of the handful of orgasms she’d had hanging in my rope.
My own personal human toy. My centerpiece.
This time, I was kind and wiped my cum from her skin as it dripped from her asshole. She hung limply in the rope, exhausted but utterly satisfied.
I left her there for a moment and found the rest of my mates waiting in the sitting room nearby.
“She’s ready now,” I said softly and the three of them grinned with anticipation.
The four of us walked back into the bedroom and she lifted her head, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with residual pleasure. She wouldn’t meet our eyes, embarrassed by her reaction to my mastery of her body.
Her shame was complete.
Chapter Ten
Kira
All four of them stared at me. Seductive. Powerful. Exceedingly masculine. Much more than I had ever imagined. I hung there, like a human chandelier, as they observed me, took in the state of my throbbing pussy, my freshly fucked ass and there was nothing I could do to hide the utter betrayal of my body.
Aedan had been right. I’d wanted it all.
I should be humiliated, ashamed of how I reacted to my virgin asshole being claimed for the very first time, but my body hummed from the aftershocks of pleasure still cascading up and down my skin. I wanted to hate it. But I’d liked it. In fact, I had loved it.
And every single one of them knew that.
And I knew that they knew it too.
Without knowing why, I felt a tear escape out of the corner of my eye. Once one fell, another followed in its wake until an ocean flowed down my cheeks. All four Vakarrans sprang into action then, their large bodies a blur of movement and concern. Knives appeared as they cut me down in moments, the rope releasing me as it sprang away from my skin. Kneeling down on the floor, they surrounded me, held me in their arms, and rocked me back and forth.
I knew not who touched me where, but I didn’t care.
It was all over, wasn’t it? Everything I had worked for in my life, keeping my humans safe from the Vakarrans, protecting my family, fighting for our freedom. All for nothing.
With all four of them watching my every waking step, I was never going to get out of here, was I? I’d always been strong, swallowed my emotions for the good of the others, but being shared between these men was doing something to my insides, thawing my reluctant heart in the process.