My head still rested back on his shoulder. My eyes closed and lips parted as I panted. Still savoring the swells in my body from the pleasure I'd felt around his finger.
Shame washed over me that I'd liked what he did to me.
I liked what Vanquish had done to me too.
They were turning me into a wanton. Their little plaything.
If they kept at me, I feared I'd one day be like Cindy and Aloira.
Their willing little slut.
I won't. I vowed to myself. Wondering if I could hide with Jaecar the Border Guard. Or one of the other wolves.
Would Samantha let me stay in her hut? Anywhere that these males couldn't wreak all they'd promised, come the Mating Moon, in two night's time.
Not enough time!
I started when I heard water splashing. My eyes snapping open to see Vanquish, naked, striding toward us in the waist-deep water. Violent intensity written over his face.
Oh, no. I started to yank away from Hunter, but he palmed my breasts and jerked me back against him. Making my tied hands brush along both sides of his staff.
It jerked violently in response and he moaned and shoved it against me. “You’re not going anywhere. He wants some. He gets some. You know the rules. Do whatever he says.”
“Don’t worry, Vanna Rae. Nobody is burying a cock in your tiny little hole until the Mating Moon. You’re safe...For now.”
I writhed and felt him hardening against my bottom again.
He panted. “Stop doing that or I swear I’ll be popping my cock right in it.”
Into my backside? I shot him a fearful look.
“That’s not possible!” I objected.
His eyes widened. “It is. And it’ll happen. Very soon.” Seeing the horror on my face he said in a soft voice. “We’ll go slow to start.”
Slow? What difference would that make?
Vanquish reached us and I was suddenly afraid of what he’d do. He slammed his mouth on mine, but I managed to twist my head away.
“Are you scared, Rabbit? Afraid you might like it?” He glared at me hotly.
“Hunt, hold her face.”
Hunter complied, grabbing my cheeks and holding my head still as Vanquish had earlier.
“I want to stick it in her ass so bad, Van.” Hunter whined.
“Soon brother.” Vanquish promised. His mouth slammed over mine and his tongue intruded. Licking along my cheek and the top of my mouth. Trailing along my tongue and I somehow knew that his violent kiss mimicked how he yearned to enter me.
Raging with need and passion. I was wide eyed.
Vanquish was staring at my lips. He caught the bottom one with his thumb and rolled it down. “This mouth...”
I realized below the water, he was stroking himself in his other hand. What’s he going to do to me now?
“Vanquish?” I whispered. Stuck somewhere between fear and deep curiosity.
“Mmm. Say my name in two nights, when I’m sunk deep in you. Say it just. Like. That.” He walked closer to me and his hands took my breasts. Viciously squeezing and rolling their weight.
I felt his length protruding between my thighs and automatically opened them. Welcoming him despite myself. My mouth gaped in shock at what I’d just done.
His eyes widened on me. “Close ’em or I swear I’ll bury it where it belongs.”
Chewing my cheek, I nodded and slowly closed my legs.
He inserted himself in the crack of my thighs and the opening just below my lips. “Dammit, Vanna Rae. I’m trying to go easy on you but everything you do…It’s like you were especially designed to lure us.”
Forcing in-between my legs harshly, then stroking me wildly.
That primal sound escaped my throat. A guttural moan of pleasure.
He moaned in return. The sound making him harder. Making him pump faster. Jerking on my nipples as he thrust so close to my entrance.
Despite myself, it was beginning to feel strange. Making currents of sensation move through me. Making something coil tightly in my abdomen.
I breathed raggedly unwilling to let the strange pleasure winding through me, go. I won’t do it again.
“Part of you wants it.” He whispered. “In two nights. I’m going to spill seed deep in you. Over.” Thrust. “And over.” Thrust. “Again.”