Enamoured (The Enslaved Duet 2)

The sky above us split open the same moment Xan parted my folds and sank two fingers into the wet gathering at my entrance, and when I tossed my head back to the sky on a moan, the first raindrops fell on my tongue. I swallowed them, then licked one off his stubble-roughened cheek as he pumped those thick, long fingers inside me.

Just as an orgasm tightened the seams in my body until I felt near to bursting, he pulled away, ignoring my whimper to unbutton his trousers and fist his mouthwatering cock in a big hand. His other hand moved from the back of my head to my throat, wrapping firmly around it so that his thumb was on my pulse.

“No one will ever take you from me again,” he vowed as he notched the thick, round head of his cock against my entrance and impaled me in one fierce thrust.

My cunt spasmed around his girth, trying to accommodate him. I relished in the struggle, loved that he didn’t give me time to adjust, just pulled back sharply and then tunneled forward again and again until my flesh yielded and sucked him tight into my body. His hand found my hair again, wrapping it around his fist and tugging to the side until my throat was exposed and his mouth could press there, teeth scraping deliciously down my skin, biting hard at the junction of my neck and shoulder.

We needed no words.

His tightly leashed muscles spoke of his trauma, his body a thickly curved shield over my own told of his desperate need to protect me even in his lust-filled haze.

We required the physical joining to confirm our connection, to prove that we were still whole, still together even after another attempt by someone else to rip us apart.

I pushed back against him and groaned as he ground against me while I was impaled on every iron inch of him, my clit rasping against his coarse pubic hair. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as he sucked ruthlessly at my neck, leaving proof of his ownership under my skin.

Only when they rolled back did I noticed someone looming at the entrance of the alley. At first, I tensed, worried there was another threat.

But I knew the set of those impossibly broad shoulders, the cast of the wavy night black hair pushed away from a broad forehead, glinting vaguely in the light from the lamppost behind him. I even recognized the quality of his stillness because it was so similar to Xan’s when he was faced with a hazard, assessing and coiled like a predator waiting to strike.

Dante didn’t move, even when he must have seen me looking at him just a few yards down the alley, stuck to the wall by his brother’s hands and driving cock. I felt his gaze like another set of hands on my body, tweaking my hard nipples and sliding calloused fingers down my back. A shudder jarred through me as Xan angled his cock and rubbed it ruthlessly against the soft spot inside me that made me see stars.

I was going to come.

I was going to come so hard all over one brother’s dick while the other watched with an intensity as burning and bizarre as a midnight sun.

I was soaked through with rain, rattled by not only the confrontation with di Carlo, but the unexpected arrival of my faux father, yet all that existed for me at that moment was my body pressed between a body and the brick and a pair of black eyes.

“Come for me, topolina,” Alexander ordered through gritted teeth as he pounded into me, hands on my hips now so that he could hold me and pump into me like a sex doll built only for his pleasure. “Come for your Master.”

My muscles locked against the impending orgasm, but it still wrecked me from the inside out. I thrashed, my entire body one taut line like a fish struggling against the net, but Xan kept me pinned by his hands, Dante with his eyes. I could feel myself drenching the base of Alexander’s cock and balls, his open suit pants, in my cum, and I shivered as it slid down my inner thighs.

Alexander grunted in my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth in a sharp nip. “Watch what you do to us.”

He reared back, pressed his hand carefully but firmly to the side of my head so I was pinned with my eyes on Dante at the mouth of the alley, and then pressed one of my own hands over his heart so I could feel his galloping pulse.

And then he came with a fierce kick inside me and a hot flood down my thighs as he pulled out to shoot his messy load all over my clit and swollen lips.