Captured By The Mercenaries

The muscles in his arms and shoulders were straining as he held himself up. My legs wrapped around his flexing hips. The buildup was less intense, since I’d already come multiple times, but it still made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

His cock was dragging against my front wall, hitting my G-spot and it was dragging me toward another orgasm. He was staring down at me, eyes intent on my face as he powered into me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured to me. “I’ve been waiting for this…”

I didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant, because he swiveled his hips as he thrust into me and I broke apart for the last time. The pleasure was slow and long and I groaned as my orgasm washed over me like a soft wave. My body was too tired to give much else.

He tensed above me and growled low in his throat as he came inside of me. We laid there, still linked as we rode out our passion. Eventually, he rolled off me, tucking me against his chest. My face was pressed against his smooth muscles and I yawned.

Sig curled up at my back and we watched quietly while Arsen got dressed and went outside into the cold.

“Go to sleep, Pet,” Rafe murmured drowsily.

I fell asleep between the two of them, soft tingles of pleasure echoing within me.