Betrayed By One. Bound To Three-Chapter 80: Wanted Pt2

Selena.

Ronan moved a few inches closer, bracketing me within his frame, without resting his full weight on me. He planted a soft kiss by the side of my lips, right beside Kael’s cock squeezed in my mouth.

He positioned himself until the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I sank slowly, letting him enter me. I shuddered at his full length, the stretch burned sweetly. Pine needles pricked my knees and shins, but I barely felt them. Ronan groaned when I seated myself fully, hips rolling up to meet me, grinding deep.

As soon as Kael came in my mouth, he held me closer to himself, massaging my pussy with his palm as Ronan slammed into me in slow, rhythmic beats, his hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing me up until my chest met Ronan’s. My breasts dragged against the rough hair on his chest as he increased his pace.

Edris let out an angry growl as my new position stopped him from sucking on my nipples. He glanced at Kael, and I could swear they communicated telepathically, because immediately, Kael exchanged position with Edris, and I heard him mutter something about taking it in the two holes before his fingers found my ass at the same time as Kael.

I couldn’t tell how many fingers they were because I was too distracted by Ronan’s cock gliding into my chest. He hadn’t come yet, but with each thrust, I could taste him.

I felt Edris lift me up, but was still focused on Ronan when he spread my legs further apart, and then I felt the blunt pressure of him, cool lube, then heat, then the slow, relentless push inside me.

I whimpered into Ronan’s neck. Fuck! This was what he meant by two holes!

It was uncomfortable at first, but soon my body adjusted to the familiarity. I was now in their middle as both men rammed into me relentlessly, hoisting on cum and sweat.

Pain became pleasure, pleasure became overwhelming. They moved in unison, taking turns, driving me to the edge again and again. My voice echoed through the trees, loud, raw, full of need.

The forest around us whispered and swayed, but I didn’t need to hear it. I only needed to feel them, the warmth, the heat, the shared rhythm of our bodies, our trust, our fire.

Ronan soon changed my position. He pulled back a bit, giving Kael space to rise to his feet in front of my face. Kael didn’t speak this time; he just guided himself past my lips. I opened wide.

The taste of him flooded my tongue, salt, skin, the faint edge of arousal. He slid deep until my nose brushed the coarse hair at his base, held there a heartbeat, then withdrew just enough for me to breathe before pushing in again.

Ronan and Edris increased their pace, my boobs flying into the air in reaction. Ronan thrust up into my cunt while Edris matched him from behind, deep, dragging strokes that rubbed their cocks together through the thin wall inside me.

Every time one withdrew, the other filled the space, so there was never emptiness, only pressure, only heat, only the obscene wet sound of three bodies claiming one.

Kael fucked my mouth with the same measured patience he used for everything else. His fingers carded through my hair, not pulling, just holding, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

The night smelled of sex now, of pine resin and bourbon and sweat and the sharp copper tang of too much want. I came again, and again, and again, unsure of my body’s limit.

When I thought I had had enough, it started low in my belly, coiled tight, then snapped. My whole body locked, inner muscles clamping down so hard that Ronan cursed against my ear and Edris’s rhythm broke for the first time.

"Ronan... Edris... I can’t hold it..."

My muffled cry vibrated around Kael’s length; he pulled out just long enough to let me scream properly, then slid back in while the aftershocks still rolled through me.

They didn’t stop. Edris leaned over my back, changing the angle until every thrust dragged against that spot that made white sparks burst behind my eyelids.

Ronan’s hands gripped my hips hard enough I knew I’d wear his fingerprints all day. Kael’s thumb traced my lower lip where it stretched around him, then pushed inside alongside his cock, two points of pressure, obscene and overwhelming.

Ronan came next. He drove up deep and held, pulsing hot inside me. I felt every spurt, felt the way it coated Edris too, felt the slick glide turn slippery and filthy. Edris groaned at the added wetness, fucked harder for a dozen strokes, then pulled out suddenly. Hot stripes painted my lower back, my ass, claiming in a different way.

Kael lasted the longest. He withdrew from my mouth, shifted down my body in one fluid motion, and slid into my dripping cunt alongside the mess Ronan had left. Three strokes, hard, sloppy, then he buried himself and came with a low, broken sound that vibrated through my sternum.

For long moments, we stayed locked together.

Breathing. Sweat cooling on skin. The drip of cum down my thighs mixing with pine needles. Somewhere, an owl called in the distance, syncing with the tone of my moans.

Ronan’s hands gentled first, stroking up my sides. Edris kissed the nape of my neck, soft now. Kael eased out slowly, careful, then gathered me against his chest so I lay half across him, legs still trembling. I felt their heartbeats, three different tempos, slowly finding the same rhythm as mine.

Ronan brushed damp hair from my forehead. "Still breathing, mate?"

I laughed, hoarse, shaky, floating somewhere outside my body. "Barely."

"We’re yours," Kael murmured, low, rough.

"All of us," Ronan added, steady, unyielding.

I exhaled, a soft, breathless laugh escaping me. "I know. I’m yours."

Edris’s fingers traced idle patterns through the mess on my back. "Ten minutes," he murmured. "Then we start again."