Claimed for their Pleasure by L.V. Lane

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Jessa

I AM DRUNK on the pleasure Brandon has wrested from my body. My chest rises and falls unsteadily. Deep inside, that place where he petted me throbs and pulses. It is too intense, and yet I need and want more. Through hooded eyes, I watch my mate as he heaves gusty breaths.

His handsome face is unusually stern, and it is fanning the flames of my ardor. The music has taken on a sensual beat that thrums in time with my pulse. Around us, hidden by the cover of darkness, men and women meet in pleasure as they worship the Goddess, their low groans blending into the music.

In a swift and sudden motion, Brandon tips over onto my hands and knees. The head of his cock snags the entrance to my pussy, and he surges deep. I squeal out in joy, head tipped back, and ass pushing back for more. Goddess, it feels so good. Wild and a little rough. But I always want more.

Amid the pounding of the rough coupling, my eyes flutter open.

Gage.

My pussy squeezes sharply, and a deep moan escapes my lips. The Alpha is no more than a few paces away, sat leaning against the trunk of a great oak tree. His pants are shucked down and his cock is in his hand. He pumps it slowly, eyes locked on my face.

I groan again. My body rises to a fever pitch. I can smell the salty, tangy scent of the pre-cum leaking from the tip, and it sets flames rising under my skin. We are so close that I could take him into my mouth if I were to crawl forward a few paces. Desperate for the taste of him, I lick my dry lips. Goddess save me. His cock is huge, thick, long, and tipped by a fat bulbous head. It is obscene, monstrous, and beautiful all in one.

The wet slapping sounds as Brandon ruts me is a debauched testament to how much I enjoy this. Brandon takes me with powerful thrusts from behind. Gage watches us as he pleasures himself. My groans turn guttural as I push back, encouraging Brandon to go deeper, harder, rougher. The sound of our flesh slapping together sends me spiraling higher and higher, yet I cannot find the sweet release.

Does Brandon see that Gage and I stare at one another?

Is that why he takes me with this barely tempered savagery?

Gage’s lips tug up in a lazy smirk, his hand jacking up and down faster. Then he tears his gaze away to look over me. His grin turns wicked. He is staring at Brandon now. If the bruising hold on my hips and brutal strokes are any indication, Brandon is staring back at Gage. It is like all three of us are caught in a spell of madness that none of us can break.

Heat flashes over my body, and I climb higher still. Sweat pops along my spine. The coil tightens yet again. I am so close to bliss, desperate to tip over, hanging onto the carnal cliff and yet never falling. I feel like my heart and soul are being torn apart, and I can’t quite grasp what I need.

I need more.

As my breath stutters and my groans turn to incoherent sobbing and begging, both men growl. Through bleary, tear-ravaged eyes, I see Gage, once more watching me.

That is all it takes.

I come, hot, wild, groaning out my rapture, never looking from Gage. His face twists, and cum shoots in thick ropy arcs. The scent hits me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Brandon is still rutting me deeply, and it rips another tumultuous climax from me. His cock seems to grow. Thick, so thick, enough to bring a surge of panic when it doesn’t seem to fit. Hands bruising, he surges deeper and stills.

I feel the flood deep inside my pussy stuffed by his great girth.

I feel… stretched in a dark and twisty way.

Goddess! has he knotted me?

Gage’s growl deepens. His cock still spits more cum. I have never seen so much. It forms a sticky pool all over the thick ridges of his belly.

My mouth waters for the taste even as my pussy grips Brandon’s iron-hard length. I groan as yet another climax rips me up and spits me out. “Brandon,” I say, voice slurred. Weak, my head falls until my forehead and cheek mash against the furs. “Have you knotted me?”

Gage growls. This is not the growl of pleasure I have heard thus far, but a fierce sound of aggression that sets hairs rising on my nape. I sense he has risen, but my vision is coming through a tunnel, and I cannot see. Scents hit me; rich, complex, they enter my nose and lungs and set off a dizzy chain reaction that goes all the way to my pussy and the engorged tips of my nipples until they throb in tandem.

The knot softens, and I collapse, sending a great gush of cum splattering over the furs. Savage growling follows, penetrating the fog holding my mind.

They fight, but it does not fully reach the cognizant part of my mind.

I hug myself, cold and disorientated, trying to pick myself up as the snarls of fighting assault my ears.

I need to stop them.

I need to calm them. But I cannot see through the tears, and my body feels like it has been broken under a supernatural storm.

Getting my hands under me, I heave myself up.

Blinking, I try to see, pushing up until I am on my hands and knees.

Gage has Brandon in a headlock. He pulls him into the shadow of the trees.