Wounded Kiss (To Be Claimed 1)

As my breathing calms down, I hear Dom’s pick up.

“Eat her pussy, Caleb.” I only pause for a second at the command. Then I see the desperate look of lust in his eyes and I don’t hesitate to scoot down her body. I got mine. Now he needs to get his.

Lizzie

I’m just barely coming down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, when I feel Caleb’s hot tongue licking up my arousal that’s leaking down my thighs. His tongue dives into my heat, causing me to arch my back with what little freedom I have to move.

“Yes!” I buck my hips, pushing myself into his face, needing more. He ravishes me like a starving man. I’m vaguely aware of Dom kneeling over my stomach. I’m able to glance down and my eyes widen as I watch him pleasure himself. His large hand is barely able to wrap around it. He’s far too large. I start to shake my head, but before I can think too much, Caleb bites my clit. Hard. I cry out in a mix of intense pain and pleasure.

“You want more, baby girl?” I don’t waste a single second to nod. Yes! Yes, I want more. He sucks my clit while his fingers thrust deeper and deeper inside me, stroking my front wall each time. Hitting that rough spot that has me begging for his touch. I’m so damn sensitive to every small movement he makes. My body is pulling to get away, but at the same time pushing to get closer.

“Fuck, Dom, she’s still got her cherry for us.”

Dom leans back and I watch him stroke himself to climax at the realization that I’m still a virgin. He spurts his release all over my chest while he groans a rough, low moan. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t look into his eyes, though. I can’t bring myself to do it.

Mates. They are my mates. It’s cruel really. Fate is cruel.

I watch as Caleb licks my arousal from his lips while staring at me with the forceful hunger of a brute. I can’t deny I’m attracted to them. My body absolutely is. And my mind is soothed hearing the word mate.

Still, if I weren’t tied down, I would run. I can’t help it.

“Are you more relaxed now?” Dom asks and I nod once, letting my eyes close. Betrayal seeps into my veins. So much of it, for so many reasons.

I don’t know which one of them is sexier. The rough savage who’s kneading my breasts and plucking my nipples crudely between his knuckles, or the skilled huntsman who’s flicking his tongue along my throbbing, hot clit. I writhe and moan as they attack my body in unison.

“Come on Caleb’s tongue like a good girl.” Dom’s dirty words bring me to the edge of another release. “Come for your mates.”

My mates. My pussy clenches and another orgasm tears through my body. Waves of heat run over my skin as I scream out my release, lighting a flame that I didn’t know existed inside of me. I breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling sporadically. I’m barely able to lift my head to meet Dom’s. His soft, smooth lips crash onto mine. His tongue dives into my mouth and I run my tongue along his. Caleb nips my collarbone, leaving a hot stinging pulse where his teeth marked me and I break away from Dom’s kiss to meet Caleb’s waiting lips. Blood rushes loudly in my ears as I struggle to stay awake. My mates.

I hear a door creak open and my mates shift their attention from me to whomever just came in.

I can’t look at them. Whoever it is … I can barely deal with myself. Let alone my mates …

Part V

The Claiming

Grace

I pound my white-knuckled fists against Devin’s solid, chiseled chest. A low growl tears through his throat, but I don’t care. A small part of me knows this is stupid because I’m pissing off a beast who could easily crush me. Another, much larger part of me knows it’s stupid because I’m only going to hurt myself; his body isn’t reacting at all even though I put every ounce of strength into each blow.

He swore to me. He promised. And what I just saw is horrific. How fucking dare they! I would scream but his hand is over my mouth, his arm wrapped around me, trapping me, preventing me from going to her.

They tied her up. They took from her. I swear to God I’ll kill them.

I ignore the voices screaming in my head for me to stop.

My breathing hitches as I recall the sight of those two monsters hovering over her small body. My body is weak and my efforts useless. Tears stream down my hot red face in wretched anger as I put every bit of energy I can muster behind what little resistance I can manage. My breathing is shallow and desperate. I’m vaguely registering his command for me to stop, but I don’t pay his words any attention. He saw and did nothing! I hear him yell louder but again, I ignore his demand. My only need is to get back to Lizzie.