His Sacrifice

“She’s responsive,” the stranger grated.

“You have no idea.” Ted shoved down the fabric of my top and my bra, then leaned over. His hot mouth drew a gasp from me when it closed around my nipple.

I struggled, my arms trying to push him off, but they just swatted against him and fell back, useless.

The stranger spread my legs wider.

“Don’t get too—” A mouth pressed against my pussy, and Ted released my nipple. “Jeez man, you can’t save it for your own bitch?”

“Just a taste.” The stranger pressed his tongue inside me.

No, no, no! My hips gave a half-hearted attempt to push him off. He just stuck his tongue in farther, his thumbs digging into my thighs and spreading me even more.

Ted pulled the other side of my shirt down and bit my nipple. My body was waking up, but it wasn’t going in the right order. Instead of my mouth working to scream for help, my pussy began to thump with need, each beat of my heart sending more heat between my thighs. The man focused on my clit, the broad side of his tongue swiping at again and again as Ted twisted one nipple and sucked another.

The man eased two fingers inside me again, and I moaned.

“She wants it.” Ted flicked his tongue along my breast, each touch like a spark of electricity that sizzled down my body.

I turned my head, trying to deny the pleasure, to fight the need for release. But my body didn’t care that I was being licked and sucked by a stranger, didn’t care that I was in a strange car, didn’t care about anything except the building pressure between my thighs.

I wanted to fight it. I couldn’t. My body tightened, everything in me focused on the tongue lashing my clit, the hot mouth on my breasts.

My hips seized. I couldn’t breathe. The orgasm hit me like a gut punch, and washed over me in waves of unexpected intensity. I moaned and trembled, my hands awake enough to scrabble against the car leather as my body turned itself inside out. A burst of pain twisted my pleasure. Ted had bitten down hard on my nipple, almost enough to break the skin. I couldn’t catch my breath as the man finally let up, his silky tongue stroking me once more before his heat disappeared.

Ted released my breast from his mouth, but used both hands to massage me. “How was she?”

“I could eat that peach all day.”

More thumps. Were they coming from the trunk?

“You have your own.” Ted squeezed my nipples.

I finally had enough control of my hands to reach for my skirt.

“She’s not sweet like this one. Trade you?”

I could see something, as if the orgasm had cleared the film from my eyes. My head was in Ted’s lap, his erection pressing against the side of my cheek, and my legs were still spread as the other man knelt between them on the floor of the limo.

“I kind of like how spirited yours sounds, Caleb.” Ted slapped my breast, the sting coursing through to my brain. “This one is gentler. Hmm. I’ll give you a go at Cate, but she’s mine for the finale.”

“Deal.” The man, Caleb, scooted back and sat across from me, his dark eyes focused on Ted’s hands as I shoved my skirt back into place.

When I tried to sit up, Ted slammed me back down. “We’re almost there, little one. Just relax.”

I shook my head, which meant my cheek rubbed against his cock.

“You want this?” Ted reached down and ran his hand along his stiff length, only the fabric of his pants separating it from me.

“N-no.” I managed to form the word.

He and the other man laughed. “You’re going to get it, but I was hoping we could wait until I got you inside,” Ted slapped my breast again, then twisted my nipple.

The car seemed to slow, then stop.

“Let me go.” I peered up at Ted.

“No.” He returned to kneading my breasts.

“Please.”

A grin spread along his lips, his white teeth glinting in the low light as the car began moving again. “Keep begging, Cate. It suits you.”

Chapter Four

Ted

Ten years had passed since I was last at the Vanth Estate, but it looked much the same—a winding drive led to a two-story gothic mansion, the windows lit with candles and the black front doors wide open.

“I promised myself I’d never come here again.” Caleb stared at the doors. “But here I am.”

“Ten years does a lot to dull the memories, I guess.” I shrugged. Unlike Caleb, I planned to show up here each decade and do what was necessary. Cate tried to push me away, but I pulled her up next to me and wrapped one arm around her.

“Don’t,” she slurred.

I ignored her.

Caleb sighed as the car stopped and the driver got out. “I didn’t want to do this, but we’re on the verge of taking the company public. Without Vanth, I can’t be sure it’s the right move.”