Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
He’s skillfully playing with my pussy, not touching my clit directly, but using my wetness to tease me tenderly.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”
I make an incoherent sound in reply, partly because it does feel good and I can barely be bothered answering him, and partly because I can’t. I do need to be fucked. I desperately want to feel a cock inside me, even though I don’t actually have any idea what that would feel like. I just know I need it. Him. Them.
Oh, god. I’m suddenly aware that there’s three men in this van, and each and every one of them suddenly seems like the hottest fucking guy on the planet. My instincts are in overdrive, my hips rolling as Einar slides two fingers inside me and gives me just a little of the filling I need.
I’ve got to get a grip. I’ve got to get control. But how am I going to do that when a super fucking hot raider is holding me in his lap, cradling me close, and doing absolutely filthy things to my pussy?
He’s a hot, older stranger. He’s an outlaw of some kind. The cardinal’s guards knew who these men were and wanted them dead on sight. And now I’ve been kidnapped, I’m so fucking horny I can’t handle myself, and I want him to fuck me. I want them all to fuck me.
But that’s insane.
It is insane, right?
He rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb and all thoughts leave my mind. Bolts of excitement rush through me over and over again every time he touches me, and every time he touches me I feel a little better, a little closer to climax. I didn’t know this could feel so good. It’s so simple, just a few touches. He makes my body react with incredible intensity with very little in the way of actual effort on his part.
I’m a virgin, but I wasn’t entirely untouched before this moment.
A few cadets have inexpertly rubbed me before, but this is nothing like that. This is something so much more intense. Einar is handling me with an expert ease that tells me he knows exactly what he is doing.
A bolt of jealousy flashes through me at the idea he has ever touched another woman. It might not make sense, but I hate it. I hate every part of it.
I let out a little snarl, which earns me a smirk.
“What is it, Darcy? Do you want more? Do you need it harder?”
Across from us, Rafe makes a groaning sound, which I now understand to be a sign of need. I’m not the only one who is aroused. I can smell them. Each of them has their own scent. At first it was just Einar I could detect. His is the most potent, and the most dominant. But now that Rafe has made me aware of his presence, I can smell him too.
I am effectively on display for the raven-haired stranger with the pale blue gaze. He is staring at me with absolute ravenous hunger.
“Let me touch her…” His voice is thick with need as he reaches for me.
Einar emits a growl that is so deep, so dominant, and so completely possessive I feel my entire body thrill to it.
“Mine,” he snarls.
I feel the van slow as Kirin brakes. He looks over his shoulder at us, and I feel a flash of extra heat as I realize I am being observed by ice blue eyes in the most compromising of positions. The cloak is doing nothing to shield me. It has slid away while I wriggle and squirm on Einar’s lap. My breasts are exposed. My legs are spread. My pussy is stretched around Einar’s fingers. I must look like an absolute little slut right now.
“Ours,” Rafe says. “She’s ours, or she’s nobody’s.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Kirin says.
“We cut her loose. If we can’t share her, then we have to let her go, or there will be nothing but trouble.”
“I am trying to make this girl come,” Einar says, pulling his fingers from me and cupping my pussy, holding me close like he wants to hold and protect me. “This isn’t the time for claim staking, no matter how much we all want her. Everybody will get a turn.”
He’s talking about me like I’m a toy, or something to share. Not like a person. I am too fucking horny to register more than a moan of complaint.
This is insane. They are insane. I am insane.
Einar pushes his fingers back inside me and starts finger-fucking me. I don’t know if that is for my benefit, or if it is because he wants to assert dominance over me and everybody else.
I don’t really care what the reason is. It feels good. It feels very, very good as he starts to fuck me harder and faster, his palm slapping against my clit with every firm thrust.