Amora
A hot tongue trails slowly up my inner thigh.
A moan escapes my lips, and a warm chuckle answers it.
When I look down, Malix is settled between my legs. His dark skin is smooth and soft looking, and his violet eyes burn with heat and amusement as he holds my gaze. Without looking away, he drags his tongue even higher until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
I’m already wet for him.
I can feel my arousal seeping from me, soaking my skin.
When he laps at my clit, I let out a soft moan, reaching down to try to grab his head and hold him right where I want him. But large hands grip my wrists, pulling them away from him and pinning them to the mattress on either side of my body.
I blink and look up, realizing for the first time that Kian and Frost are with us too. They’re kneeling on either side of me, each man holding down one of my arms. Frost’s blue irises glow like ice lit from within, a startling contrast to the burning embers of Kian’s brown and gold eyes.
“Uh uh, kitty,” Malix chides, his voice muffled against my core. “You don’t get to decide how this goes. We’ve got you.”
He punctuates his words by burying his face deeper in my pussy, straightening his tongue and fucking me with it until I’m writhing against his face. He grabs my thighs to hold me still, and Kian’s and Frost’s hold on my wrists keeps me pinned in place as pleasure wracks my body.
“Please...”
The word is a husky groan, and I barely recognize my own voice.
I sound needy.
Desperate.
Hungry.
Malix slides his tongue up to circle my clit, and at the same time, Frost drops his head, taking my nipple into his mouth. The shock of sensation as his teeth scrape the sensitive bud makes a scream fall from my lips, but the sound is swallowed immediately by Kian’s forceful kiss.
The three of them devour me, each focusing on a different part of my body as they systematically take me apart, leaving me panting and gasping and mewling. I’m struggling against the firm hold they all have on me, desperate to touch them back, to force them to finally give me what I want and push me all the way over the edge.
Desperate to come.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Malix groans, pressing his mouth against me like he’s trying to drink me up. “Is this for us? All for us?”
I nod without tearing my lips away from Kian’s. I don’t have the breath to say the word, and for some reason, I’m not sure I want to, anyway.
Some part of me knows I shouldn’t want this at all. I shouldn’t want them.
But in this ephemeral space where nothing exists except the soft mattress beneath me and the three brutally beautiful shifters around me, I don’t have to deny my deepest, basest desires.
My fingers clench and unclench, although I still can’t get free of Frost’s and Kian’s grips. I take my frustration out on them, nipping at Kian’s bottom lip as my teeth clash against his and arching my back to force more of my breast into Frost’s mouth. Malix still has a tight grip on my thighs, but my muscles strain against him, and he finally relents, allowing me to wrap my legs around his head.
I must be close to smothering him, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He makes soft grunts and groans, like an animal rutting, as he devours my clit with a feverish intensity.
“Come for us, kitty,” he murmurs. “Let us make you feel everything.”
As he speaks, he slips his hand between us, impaling me hard with two fingers. The movement is rough and possessive, with no warning or preamble. The sudden feeling of fullness sends me hurtling over the edge, and my thighs tighten around his head as an orgasm barrels through me. When Frost bites down on one nipple, squeezing and plucking the other between his fingers, the waves of my climax roll into a second release, leaving me shaking and shuddering between the three of them.
As my body goes lax atop the bed, Frost and Kian release my wrists. Not that it matters anymore, since I’m so wrung out by pleasure that I don’t think I can move.
Kian licks the seam of my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth when I open for him. This kiss is just as intense and deep as the way he kissed me while Malix drove me toward my orgasm, but there’s something else in it now too.
A possessiveness.
A purpose.
Frost draws back a little, and with one last kiss to my soaked pussy, Malix sits back too. With his lips still pressed to mine, Kian shifts his weight, settling his large, muscled frame between the cradle of my thighs.
He’s hard, his thick cock brushing against my skin like a brand. My pussy is swollen and wet from Malix’s mouth, but as Kian sets the head of his shaft at my entrance, a new kind of hunger rises up in me, so potent that I feel like I might die if I don’t get what I need.
Him.
Inside me.
Kian braces himself on his hands, his gaze drifting from my face down my body all the way to my core. He presses inside me, going slow enough that I feel myself stretch around every single inch. I watch him impale me, my gaze riveted to the sight, and when I look back up at his face, his eyelids are drooping, stark desire written in every line of his harsh features.
“So perfect,” he groans, drawing back with agonizing slowness before pressing forward again. “You fit me so perfectly. Like you were made to take my cock.”
He thrusts a few more times, grinding against me every time he does and making my clit throb. Then he drapes his body over mine, burying his face in my neck to lick and suck at the delicate skin there. I gasp, arching against him, and as my back bows off the bed, he slides one arm beneath me. Pinning me to his body, he rolls us both so that he’s on his back and I’m straddling him.
Finding my lips with his again, he thrusts up from beneath me, gripping my hips to hold me steady.
“Ride me,” he grunts, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against my chest.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’ve never been shy about sex, and as if some part of my mind knows I shouldn’t be here, that this shouldn’t be happening, I feel ravenous and reckless.
Determined not to waste a moment of this forbidden pleasure.
Resting my palms on his muscled chest, I roll my hips, dragging his cock in and out of my tight channel. Frost and Malix are watching us, heat burning in their eyes. They’re both gloriously naked, the raw beauty and masculinity of their forms only accented and complemented by the dark shadows that curl over their skin like tattoos.
I can’t look away from them as I increase my tempo, bouncing up and down on Kian in a way that makes him grunt.
Good.