Savage Queen (The Dark Elite 3)

Pressing me back down onto the mattress, they all begin exploring my body, making me pant and whine as I try to ride the wave of pleasure that comes from four mouths and eight hands all over my skin.

It’s incredible.

Overwhelming.

Perfect.

Zaid laps at my nipple while Ciro runs his large hand up my thigh. He helps Hale spread my legs apart, and when a warm tongue laps at my clit, Lucas finds my lips with his and kisses me deeply, letting me cling to him as my body tightens with pleasure.

They work me up until I’m thrashing, begging, panting all four of their names, and then Hale swaps places with Lucas, who hooks his arms under my knees and drags me down the bed a little toward him. Keeping his grip on my legs, he spreads me open and enters me slowly, and I know all three of the other men are watching.

I want to watch too, but my eyes roll back in my head as pleasure engulfs me, my back arching as my pussy clenches around his cock.

His brother takes advantage of my position and draws my nipple into his mouth again, and Ci

ro matches him on the other side.

When Lucas draws out of me and moves to the side, Hale kisses my ankle before sliding in to take his place, bracing my leg against his shoulder as he slams into me. The shock of feeling them both inside me in such quick succession makes an orgasm burst through me, bright and sudden.

Hale rides me through it, driving into me as my pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” Zaid murmurs, nipping at my lips before kissing me. I nod as much as I can while kissing him back, and when they switch again, I groan loudly at the feel of Zaid filling me with his cock.

He fucks me hard and fast, and I can feel how close he is to losing control, how close he is to coming. But before he finishes, he stops, grinding against me for a moment before pulling out.

He leans down to kiss me, palming the back of my head, then draws back, humor glinting in his beautiful green eyes. “Fuck if I’ll be the first one across the finish line. I want to hear you scream my name first.”

I whimper, lifting my head to chase his lips when he pulls away. But before I can register what’s happening, hands are on me again, lifting me and moving me. Zaid settles between my legs, spreading my thighs open with his large hands, as my head drops slightly off the edge of the mattress.

“Can you take me, Grace?” Hale murmurs, coming to stand in front of me, his cock fisted in his hand. “Like this?”

I’m already a little lightheaded from the angle of my head, and my stomach flips with anticipation as I nod. I open my mouth, and he slides inside, groaning as I wrap my lips around him.

At the same time, Zaid’s grip on my thighs tightens, and as Hale starts to pump in and out of my mouth, his friend eats me out like I’m his last fucking meal.

It’s so much.

Too much.

Too fucking good.

My body writhes, and I feel more hands come to rest on me, holding me and helping me ride out the waves of sensation. Hale isn’t being gentle as he fucks my mouth, and drool drips down his cock as I gasp for breath every chance I get. The lack of oxygen is making my head spin even more, and with that feeling of lightness comes a wash of pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

When I come, I do scream Zaid’s name—although it’s muffled by Hale’s cock. A second later, Hale spills inside my mouth, letting out a stream of curses as his cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow as much as I can, lapping at him as he slowly withdraws. I’m panting, gasping, and when he bends down and lifts my head in one large palm, I slam my lips into his, kissing him frantically as my soul returns to earth.

Hale and I break apart as Zaid tugs me toward him, and when he slides inside me again, I know he won’t last long. I can see it in his face, in the ravenous desire that gleams in his eyes.

He fucks me like he’ll never get enough, his fingers digging into my hips. His teeth scrape against my collarbone, and he bites down hard on the place where my neck and shoulder meet as he comes hard.

His body goes lax on top of mine, his cock pulsing inside me a few more times.

“Oh, shit. You wrecked me, kitten. You fucking killed me.”

With a groan, he lifts his head to kiss me.

Somewhere next to us, I hear Lucas chuckle. When Zaid draws out and flops onto the bed beside me, his brother leans over. “You good, princess? You want more?”

I grin. My body feels like it’s been through a marathon, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to move or walk tomorrow. But I don’t care.