“Good girl.”
He kissed me, dark and carnal. It was as if my final acceptance of this unleashed the need in him. He’d held back until now. For me.
“Yes,” I murmured against his lips. “Please.”
He rolled us so I was lying on top of him, pushed me up so I straddled his hips, his cock nestled between my parted pussy lips. Rough hands cupped my breasts, played with the nipples. I gasped when I felt more hands on me. Ryston.
He settled behind me, one of his hands reaching around and cupping my pussy.
“She’s dripping.”
Maxim growled as he continued to tweak and tug my nipples. “I know. It’s all over my cock.”
I couldn’t remain still, had to rock my hips into Ryston’s agile fingers. They worked me to the brink of orgasm, my skin coated in sweat, my cries covering the observers’ chants.
When I was just about to come, they pulled away, left me sitting atop Maxim. Adrift.
“No,” I cried.
“Shh,” Ryston soothed, his voice close to my ear. “We will come together. As it should be.”
I whimpered, knowing they would not change their minds.
“It’s time,” Maxim growled.
Hands gripped my waist, lifted me up. I felt the broad head of Maxim’s cock at my entrance. “Yes.”
I took over then, wiggling my hips, eager to lower myself on him, to feel him slide over my inner walls, to make them ripple around him. He opened me wide, slid in, inch my inch, stretching me. God, I loved the feel of him inside me. I clenched down, wanting to take him deeper.
I’d learned I had to lean forward to take all of him and when I did, Maxim groaned, his hands cupping my breasts. I knew it was him, for Ryston’s hand cupped my bottom, parted me. A slick finger slid over my back entrance, again and again, working into me. The fingertip slipped free and then I felt something firm there, followed by a slight gush of fluid. Lube. He’d squeezed lube into me. His finger returned, pressed in with ease. The lube was worked deep inside with one finger, then two, all the while Maxim slowly lifted and lowered me, fucking me.
I was secure on his cock and with his hands on my breasts. But I felt sheltered and safe when Ryston’s bare back pressed against mine.
I hadn’t thought until now when the’d gotten naked. They’d been clothed when they slipped the blindfold on. Maxim had been right, I’d shut my mind off just as he wanted. I had to wonder what the warriors were thinking as they—
“Oh god,” I groaned. It wasn’t Ryston’s fingers anymore, but the blunt head of his cock pressing in. There was no flared tip like the plug, but a wide cock nudging against me. He would get in. I felt the need, the eagerness for it.
“Relax. Shh. Push back. Good girl,” Ryston crooned, all the while pressing, then pulling back, then pressing again.
Maxim stilled, allowing Ryston to open me up a little at a time until all at once, his cock head popped in.
He hissed out a breath and I knew he felt how tight it was. We all did. I had both cocks in me. Not all the way yet, but…wow.
I was so full. God, I’d never felt this before. It was dark and carnal and dirty and wicked. And wonderful.
I was panting, trying to relax, thankful now for all of their preparations. A hand stroked down my back as I felt Ryston’s chest press against me a little more. As soon as he shifted, he moved in a little farther.
“I…oh. It’s—”
“We know,” Maxim growled. “Let Ryston in all the way and then we’ll fuck you.”
At his rough voice, I knew he was holding back, and it was costing him. I felt his hips buck slightly, but he held himself in check.
Ryston whispered to me as he began to fuck into me, then back, a little bit at a time. Such a good girl. You feel so good. I can feel Maxim’s cock so deep in you. You can take us. We’re going to claim you, mark you with our seed. Yes. Gods, yes.
And then he was in to the hilt. They both were. It hurt a little, burned, but the delicious feel of it was incredible. The collars fed me my mates’ pleasure, and I knew they wanted this more than anything. I knew now what this ceremony meant to them, that they needed this, to share me. To show the planet how I connected us all.
Ryston slowly pulled back until the flared head caught inside me. Maxim thrust deeper. Then they switched.
My eyes opened behind the blindfold and I realized I had to see them. I ripped it off and blinked as they continued to move. In. Out. Alternating.
I looked down at Maxim. He was so close, his eyes, usually dark, were now black. His jaw was clenched tight, sweat a light sheen on his skin.
I felt his satisfaction at me uncovering my eyes. I wanted to see them and he wanted to see me. The observers be damned.