He took only a second to respond, launching himself after me, my laughter ringing through the room as he grabbed at my legs, but I kicked free. Fen just shook his head, moving out the way as I made a beeline for the edge of the bed, sure if I got there, I could shift and—
“Come here!”
I had a big shit-eating grin on my face as he flipped me over, right up until he covered my body with his.
“You marked me?”
There was an accusation, a very real pleasure, an elation, but also a wonder there.
“Of course—” I went to reply.
“No, of course. You marked me,” he said again, his tone soft now. I licked my fangs slowly, getting all taste of him from them as he watched with rapt attention. “You marked me as yours.”
“Because you are now, whether you want to be or not.” God, I sounded so bloody teenaged right now, everything feeling like it came out wrong, so my eyes trailed down, fixating on his collarbone.
“Want to be or not…”
That was the only warning I got as I was flipped over and then spanked hard, once on each bum cheek.
“What the fuck!” I snarled, but Fen was there at my head, tipping it his way as he rose up on his knees.
“You denied him the pleasure of feeling your fangs inside him as he came inside you, so that deserves a little punishment, but not too much.” As if on cue, Ryan’s hand slipped between my legs, the whole palm possessively cupping my mound before his fingers went to part me. “But you’re also owed a whole lot of pleasure too.” Before I could reply, Ryan showed me exactly what that might be like.
His hand curled around my waist, pushing lower to tease my clit, a small congratulatory chuckle coming from him as my thighs spread open.
“Hungry for me, love?”
And at his words, I realised I was, a hard coil of need tightening in my belly. He played me expertly, seeming to know exactly how far I needed to be pushed, right before my need threatened to tear me in two.
“Ryan…”
“I know, baby.”
“Ryan, I need—”
“I know. I need it too.” His fingers continued to move, stroking me over and over, making that feeling of horrible emptiness grow, right up until his other hand moved his cock and notched it against me.
“Ryan!”
“Shh…I’ve got you. I’ve always got what you need.”
And with that, he pushed in, my body stretching easily now, welcoming him right where he needed to go, hips pushing back to meet him right up until his fingers locked down on them.
“Not yet,” he told me, even as I strained to take his knot. “You’ll take me, all of me, but first?” He pulled his hips back, then slammed into me, that force sending small explosions of pleasure all the way through me.
“Fuck, yes…” I hissed.
“That’s right. I know what you need more than you know yourself. You need us hard and fast and striving to drive ourselves inside you, giving you everything we’ve got.”
His voice sounded choked off and desperate as he did exactly that, my mouth falling open as we rutted together, right up until Fen took my chin in his hand.
“You need to be full,” Fen asserted, staring down at me. I could only stare up in mute agreement, unable to form words as I panted through Ryan’s strokes. “You need to be full of us.” For a second, I was just mesmerised by the stroke of his hand as it slid up and down his cock. “You’re gonna come all over Ryan’s cock and you’re gonna do it, with mine in your mouth.” He moved forward then, brushing the head across my lips, groaning as I licked it clean. “That’s it, baby, let us fill you all up.”
And that was what I felt as we all moved. I shuttled my body back and forth between them, finally allowing myself the chance to need them. I needed Ryan’s hard, fast strokes, setting my nerves on fire as I felt him sink deeper and deeper, but not deep enough. I also needed Fen’s firm grip on my neck, letting me suck him down but not too far, just enough to remind me he was there, with me, in me. His cock flexed inside my mouth, wanting, needing more, but he kept us both in a holding pattern. Not until Ryan had had enough, not until I had, but at some point, we couldn’t take anymore. I pulled off Fen’s cock, and he smiled as he watched me push backwards, Ryan yelping some sort of nonsense as I forced his knot in.
“Fuck, Riley…”
Ryan collected me up in his arms now, with me almost sitting on his lap as a result. I squirmed, feeling the knot shift around inside me until Ryan’s arms forced me to stop.