The Break (Unbroken Raine Falling 2)

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to get out in one rushed breath before his fingers probed against sensitive nerves and Hammer’s mouth startled her with another rush of ecstasy.

The sensations stacked, one on top of the other, until she was sweltering, dizzy, losing her balance and her mind. And she didn’t care. The surge and rush of need slammed her. One more pull of Macen’s lips, one more second…

“We want to hear you scream, love, loud and often,” Liam demanded.

That wasn’t going to be a problem.

Reality shifted, slipped, as the supernova of sensation exploded, bursting over her senses, taking her strength and balance with it. She wailed out, a high-pitched keening that bounced off the walls and filled her ears, echoing in the room around them. Her womb pulsed. Her fists clenched in Hammer’s hair. With one hand Liam propped her up. With the other, his fingers filled her ass, wringing a staggering pleasure from her.

She ran out of air before the pulses stopped. With Hammer at the helm, the bliss seemed to last forever as they worked together to take every bit of her surrender and make it theirs.

Finally, panting, weak, stunned, she fell back into Liam’s arms. Hammer stood and smiled down into her face, licking his lips like a very proud man.

A wave of love rolled through her as she looked into his hazel eyes. They’d darkened to something closer to emerald, and she knew from their one night together that meant he needed her, too.

“You’re bad, Macen,” she teased weakly.

Hammer shrugged and pulled her into his embrace. “I don’t know. You made that sound like I was pretty damn good.”

Her smile widened.

Liam disappeared into the bathroom to wash his hands, then returned to lift her in his arms. He laid her on the bed and covered her body with his own. As he swooped down to capture her mouth, she opened to him completely, rising up to crush their chests together, to take his tongue. For long moments, he’d played cool and collected, but she felt the urgency of his need now. He intended to put a stamp on her by making her crave him and scream for him, too.

Then he shimmied down her body, falling on her nipples that beaded and throbbed for his attention. He took one peak against his tongue and sucked hard, nipping and biting. A new wave of sensation formed almost immediately. She arched, trying to offer him more.

Hammer leaned over her. “Give him those pink nipples, Raine. Tell him you want them sucked.”

“I do. I want them sucked, Sir,” she managed to get out.

Above her, Liam growled.

Macen’s eyes glittered. “You’re going to get fucked, precious. It’s been exactly thirty days since I’ve felt you grip my cock. Since then, I’ve craved the chance to be inside you once more. I’m going to stretch you and tunnel my way inside that sweltering ass again. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

Oh, god. His every word set her ablaze. “Yes, Sir.”

Liam pounced on her other nipple, making it every bit as tender and swollen as the first. He pinched the one he’d just worked, and every sensation jolted straight down to her clit. Her blood boiled as if she hadn’t had an orgasm three minutes ago. As if she hadn’t had one in the last five years.

“While I’m filling every bit of that ass,” Hammer went on, “Liam is going to stuff your pretty cunt with every inch he’s got. You’re going to be a good girl and take all we give you. You’re going to plead for us, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ll hear every whimper and wail, won’t we?”

“I promise, Sir,” she vowed.

“And you’re going to come for us.”

It wasn’t a question.

She smiled. “I’ll be happy to.”

Liam looked up at her, his dark eyes blazing. “Minx.”

He gave her no time to even pretend to protest before he lavished more attention on her nipples. Biting, sucking, twisting, Liam was relentless, keeping at her until the little peaks crested hard, a little sore, but very well loved.

Until he’d used them so thoroughly, she felt herself crashing toward another climax.

As she panted and felt the flush creep up her body, Liam eased away and climbed off the mattress.

The moment he did, Hammer pulled her to her feet, facing the side of the bed. He hovered behind her. Liam positioned the mirror so that she could see herself…and they would be able to watch themselves penetrate her in whatever way they chose. She trembled.

When Liam had the mirror arranged, he bent to retrieve two items from his little black bag. One at a time, he threw them to Hammer. The first was something white and oblong. The second looked flat and square. Lube and a condom. She heard the fall of his zipper.

She turned to look at Hammer over her shoulder, searching for reassurance.