Page 91 of Survivor

When my breath trickled out of my lungs, making my body limp, he pushed his thumb in.

“Oh!”

“That’s it, love. We’re not gonna go any further than this today, but let's see how this feels when you come.” I could feel the press of his legs against mine, his thumb beginning to work faster now as the rest of his hand pushed the vibe back in so that wild buzzing pressed against the spot he’d massaged so thoroughly, waking up all those old aches and creating new ones. Then his other hand moved around to work my clit.

I had no chance now, of maintaining my breath, of doing anything other than surrendering. So I did. I was just one long lick of aching, throbbing need, and there was so much stimulation going on, I started to feel a little overwhelmed.

“Good girl. Come hard for me, because when you do, it’s just gonna be me and you. I wanted to do so much, thought about it for so long, but I need inside you so fucking badly. I’m gonna be tough on you, ride you rough until you tell me to stop. Just remember that safe word, love, and come.”

I did, and it felt like I was swept up on a huge wave, one that was almost frightening in its intensity. But Sen held me through it, keeping up the punishing pace until I cried out. Then, as my body shook, everything was pulled away and replaced by him. I sobbed as the blunt head of his cock rubbed against my overly sensitive folds.

“Tell me you’re still OK, Flick.” He pushed in an inch, giving me just a taste of him right when I wanted him so much deeper.

“Please…” I begged instead.

“Of course, love. Always. We’ll deny you nothing.”

My mouth was frozen in an O shape as he slammed into me, spearing through all my fluttering like I was nothing, his fingers digging in. But I was everything. I’d always found coming more than once in a row hard, but I hadn’t had sex with Sen. The pleasure didn’t abate, my cunt didn’t stop twitching, Sen’s ragged gasps a testament to that. Instead, I pulled him into me, drawing him along, faster and faster, until we both exploded.

“Come here, darling, come here.”

He pulled me hard against him after untying my hands, trying to soothe me, anchor me back in the real world while his own body shook. He ran his hands over my wrists, checking them for circulation and marks, then when satisfied, he tucked me tight against his body, throwing a leg over me to keep me from pulling away.

As if I would. I felt all floaty and spaced out, my head spinning as my body twitched with the aftershocks. He’d pushed it harder than I’d ever been pushed, and I was shaken to the core, unable to process anything, including the long stream of compliments and sweet talk he mumbled into my hair. But I didn’t need to. In the same way I felt when Aidan and Peter held me, I was allowed time to just give up, lay it all down, and just be in this fuzzy haze, until I finally passed out.

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“What did you do to her?”

We were all sitting around the table again, trying to use the time to refuel. Well, we were. Aidan picked up my wrist, inspecting the faint line on my skin left by the rope there with an expression of alarm, then anger. I jerked it out of his grip, something that just spiked his ire.

“I don’t give a shit about remotes or whatever else you blokes want to bring to bed, but hurting her?”

I got to my feet, still feeling boneless, walking around on swaying feet to deposit myself on Peter’s lap, winding my arms around his neck.

“Hey, baby,” he said with a smile, bringing his lips down to mine for a slow kiss. “Have fun?”

I nodded. “I love you, so much.”

“Yeah?” His eyes sparkled as he watched me. “I think you’re a little pack drunk right now, but I’ll take it. Now, how about something to eat?”

When I looked up, Sen observed Peter feed me with hungry eyes, observing every mouthful.

“Are you fucking listening to me? You bruised her! Don’t you know what she’s been through?”

“Do you?” The two words silenced Aidan in two seconds flat. “Look, mate, I’m not here to take anything from you.”

“Damn right, you’re not.” Aidan jerked his shirt down, revealing his pink mating mark. “She bit me.”

“She did, so it stands to reason you could reach over, take her hand, and read how she’s feeling down your bond. Check in with her. Ask her if she’s OK. Don’t start fighting enemies for her. She’s stronger than any of us. She gave birth, she raised a kid on her own, she survived that cunt’s attentions, and she made it here. Everything else…” He shrugged. “See to your mate. Pete’s got the right idea. Feed and hydrate her. Get her ready for what’s coming.”

I looked around when I felt someone take my hand and smiled when I saw it was Aidan, liking the way his face softened, his eyes shining as he held it.

“Oh Flick…” he said, leaning in and kissing me. I went loose and limp as both of them did, Peter against my neck, diving down, down into the sweet hum of the pack bond.

“I need to spend some time with just my mates,” I said when I finally surfaced.

“Oh, I had some cool ideas for some scenes,” Noah said, looking up from his plate. “We could—”


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