Holy. Shit.
I dropped my head forward once more, pulling Evon’s flesh into my mouth. I sucked on his skin hard, wanting to leave a visible mark on him as they were leaving their mark on my soul. I would never be the same, not after this. They would own me. I sucked and bit, hard, lightning and power coursing through my body as Evon’s hand fisted in my hair and he moaned beneath me, bucking harder.
I released him and inspected my work, a deep, abiding satisfaction coursing through me when I saw the bright strawberry on his skin. Mine. That mark meant he was mine.
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I wanted to mark all of them. They were mine. I wanted everyone to know it and I wasn’t going to share. Was it the seed power that made me all at once fiercely possessive?
That was my last coherent thought because Liam moved, filling me with his fingers, pulling out. Spreading me open, making my pussy that much tighter. Fuller.
Evon and Liam fucked me together, Liam timing his movements to be opposite the hard thrusts of Evon’s cock in my pussy, mimicking what I knew they would do when he ultimately claimed my ass.
“Rager, take over for Liam,” Evon commanded. “Fill her with a training plug and spank her if she disobeys.”
“What?” I nipped him again, harder. But he only groaned and pushed my mouth down into his chest for more. God, he was so fucking hot. He wanted more. He wanted my mark on his skin. My brand. I bounced on his cock and spread my legs as wide as they would go, until my hips threatened to cramp. Even that pain made me burn. Hotter.
God, I was so messed up right now. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop. I wanted more. Maybe it was the seed power. Maybe it was freedom after long months in jail. Maybe it was just them. I didn’t know. Didn’t care. I needed.
Lifting my head, I nibbled on Evon’s jaw. His neck. He tasted like sin, hot musky male. “I need more. Please. More.”
“Liam, our mate is talking too much. Fuck her mouth.”
Forehead pressed to Evon’s heat, I tried to ignore the sound of shuffling feet, of movement, the dip of the bed as Liam crawled onto the mattress beside me. I knew when I opened my eyes and lifted my head that his cock would be close. And that Evon expected me to swallow Liam down even as the other two fucked me down below.
I could tell him no. Say the words. No. Don’t. Stop. And they would. But there was Liam’s thick cock bobbing before me, the large crown a ruddy red, pre-cum seeping from the narrow slit and all at once my mouth watered, eager to taste him.
“Now, mate.” Evon’s hand tightened in my hair and he lifted my head until my mouth was level with Liam’s waiting cock. He knelt beside us on the bed, his knees at Evon’s shoulders. “Open that sweet mouth and suck him down.”
His grip was so tight it stung, my eyes automatically watering at the slight pain, but that sting travelled straight to my clit and I opened my mouth with a soft cry, eager for the taste of my other mate, to lick up that pre-cum.
Bracing myself with my hands on Evon’s shoulders, I leaned to the side and swallowed him down until he hit the back of my throat. He was huge, but I closed my lips around him and sucked, hard. I moaned.
Liam’s shout was my reward and I sucked harder, holding my breath, stroking him with my tongue for as long as I could. When the need for oxygen forced me to release him, I slid back quickly, drew in a lungful of air and took him again.
Evon used the hand in my hair to help guide me, thrusting me forward and pulling me back as I worked Liam’s cock. I refused to let him go, to allow him even a moment’s reprieve from the pressure, the tight suction of my mouth.
Behind me, Rager worked a plug of some type into my ass, each round section pushing past my tight muscle with a distinct pop that made my pussy clench around Evon’s cock like a fist. I had no idea how big it was; I couldn’t see anything but Liam’s glorious cock.
Three men? Fuck, yeah. If I’d known it was going to be like this, I wouldn’t have waited. I’d have volunteered for the Brides Program sooner. These three, they’d been waiting for me, just as I had them. We just hadn’t known it.
“Make him come, mate,” Evon growled. “Make him come and swallow him down.”
Evon thrust in earnest now, bucking beneath me on the edge of his own tight control. The knowledge thrilled me and I pushed him further, lifting one hand to stroke Liam’s balls, forcing Evon to hold my head, direct me with the strength of his grip in my hair.
“Slow down, mate,” Evon ordered, but I refused to listen. I had Liam on the edge, and I was going to push him over, take control, force him to give me what I wanted. I squeezed my inner muscles around Evon’s cock, tight. Hard. In a rhythm I knew would drive him over the edge.
“Spank her, Rager. She’s not listening.”
Rager’s hand landed on my bare bottom with a sharp crack of sound, the sting hitting half a second later.
Instead of discouraging me, my body jerked and shook. Holy shit. The sting turned to heat, like lava in my blood and lightning to my clit.
I bucked on Evon’s cock and locked my lips around Liam’s, squeezing his balls, twisting slightly, pulling on them as he shoved his hard length down my throat. I was on the brink of coming. One cock in my mouth, one in my pussy, a toy in my ass. A spanking.
“Again. Don’t stop until she behaves.”
Behaves? If being a bad girl felt like this, I had no intention of behaving.