Claimed for their Pleasure by L.V. Lane

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Jessa

LOST IN A sensual cloud, I gulp and choke as Gage comes down my throat. As the taste hits my belly, it sets off an explosion of pleasure deep inside my womb. My pussy spasms. I can’t breathe around the monstrous rod filling my throat. My pussy spasms harder still. I struggle. The cock filling my mouth and throat pops out, and I gasp for air.

Goddess!

I groan like an animal, deep, guttural. I can’t work out what is happening to me, but I can’t stop coming as something that feels like a tree trunk is lodged inside my most intimate place.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Brandon mutters. Gage growls, the low, animalistic one that makes me pant and writhe.

I squeal as my pussy flutters around the giant intrusion.

I blink, but I still can’t see. Gage is still holding my hands. His cock jerks against my cheek—it is not him filling me.

“Fuck! I am all the way up inside her.”

Tears stream down my cheeks. I shudder. My pussy spasms yet again as I come, gasping and groaning.

What are they doing to me?

“Good,” Gages says. “She is limber with her heat. My knot is bigger yet than your fist when fully formed. This will open her up well.”

Another groan is torn from my lips when I realize what is being done. A tongue laps gently at my clit even as Brandon fills my pussy with his fist.

“Good girl,” Gage says, stroking his fingers down my cheek. “You were made for this. Your hot little cunt will be gaping by the time Brandon is done. Then I will ruin you further when I fill you with my cock and knot.”

I wail out my complaint, but Brandon begins to move his fist inside me with tiny in and out movements. So tiny, yet they drag my mind and body underwater, drowning me in a sensual high, the likes of which I have never known.

Gage pushes his fingers into my mouth, opening it up, filling me. Then his fingers slip out, and his cock surges in.

I groan around him, grateful for the distraction from the strain that courts the fine line between pleasure and pain.

My tongue lashes the length and head with every deep surge.

Then Gage is coming, and the taste, scent, and sensations set my pussy convulsing again.

Lips suckle my clit, making it throb just as the thick intrusion filling me slips out.

Gage’s cock pops from my mouth, leaving a trail of sticky cum over my chin and throat.

My lips are sore, my pussy more so. “Goddess!”

Gage moves to stand beside Brandon, who kneels between my splayed legs. I lay panting, trying to work out where I am. Trying to temper the urgency running through my blood that impossibly wants more. Their fingers probe me gently, purr-growling as they explore the terrible openness.

I blink again, trying to crawl from the darkness that has me in its hold. I sense movement, but I am deaf and blind to the world.

I feel. Silken thickness filling the entrance to my pussy, forcing aching muscles to give. My heart rate surges, pounding at the base of my skull.

Then Gage’s thick cock surges in, and my external senses come rushing back.

“Open your eyes,” Gage commands. “See what I’m about to do to your needy Omega cunt.”

My eyes flutter open, my chest heaves like I’m running for my life.

There, between my spread thighs, is a great beast of an Alpha. A bruise mars his right cheekbone and a dried cut, his swollen lower lip. Dark, tousled hair, dark eyes, and a rough beard. His face is a picture of determination as he thrusts slowly in and out. Not all of it. There is still much outside, along with the lumpy mutilation of his knot at the base. My gaze skitters upward. Over the thick, corded muscles of his arms, shoulders, and chest. While lower, his abdominals ripple as he ruts me with his big hands braced around my waist.

My gaze shifts to the side, landing unerringly upon Brandon, who sits slumped against the wall, watching what we do. Cuts and mottled black and purple bruises cover his face and body. He is well punished for daring to challenge Gage.

I groan. The thick rod filling me surges a little deeper.

A broad hand cups my cheek drawing my focus back to Gage. “I’m going to knot you,” he says. “I’m going to breed you.”

His words are like a trigger. The blood pounds harder through my veins, twisting the pleasure up and bringing a surge of hot rebelliousness spilling out.

I buck, dislodging his cock, hissing as he tries to take me in hand. My nails find flesh, raking, tearing into his skin. He grasps my wrists, shaking me roughly, but that only drives me on. I sink teeth into his forearm, heady on the taste of his blood. His growl is aggressive, and I like that well. With a fist in my hair, my teeth are ripped off. I lick my lips, glaring at the male who dares to try and master me.

I am an Omega. Only the worthiest may breed me.

My hands are thrust against the furs over my head, pinned there by one huge hand.

I hiss, bucking my hips again, daring him to try and rut me. He leans over me, massive, powerful, his broad hand collaring my throat, pressing me to the bed as his mouth lowers toward mine.

I growl, teeth snapping as he draws near. But he doesn’t take my lips even though they part in anticipation. Instead, his lips trail over my cheeks, toward my ear, tongue circling the shell and setting goosebumps springing all over my skin. My hips rise, straining to escape this torturous blissful, shivery delirium. His lips blaze a trail down my throat, sucking kisses that bring sweet anticipation of him filling me again.

I want his lips on mine now. I struggle weakly, but I am no longer sure I am trying to get away.

His kisses trail over my jaw until his mouth hovers over mine.

Featherlight kisses are pressed to each corner of my mouth. “Tell me to rut you,” he says. “Tell me to further ruin your filthy little pussy that is gaping and needy for my knot.”

More kisses torment me, bringing a stuttering to my breath.

“Tell me to breed you,” he growls.

I sob, arms moving weakly, while my wrists are still shackled within his fist.

“Tell me to rut you.”

Groaning, I chase his lips. Lifting my hips and feeling a frisson of heat rush through me as I brush against the silken length of his cock. His fingers sink into my cheeks roughly, holding my jaw open as he plunders my mouth. I suck down on his tongue, maddened by my need to be filled as my body fights my mind’s desire to submit. My chest heaves with frustrated sobs.

“Submit to me,” he demands. “Give me what I want, and I will give you what you need.”

I don’t care that my jaw aches where he holds it. I don’t care about anything but the desperate need to be filled.

I want to fight, but I want this all-consuming ache to be assuaged more.

Frustration consumes me. I want Gage to take. I don’t want to beg for it. “Please,” I whisper, hating my weakness.

His nostrils flare before he leans in to capture my lips in a drugging kiss. The hold on my jaw gentles. He knows he has won. He is taunting me now, daring me to bite.

His hand slides down my throat, over my collarbone. His mouth follows his hand. Cupping my breast, he sucks hungrily, marking the plump flesh before drawing my nipple into the hot wetness of his mouth.

I’m on fire. No longer trying to escape, I arch my back, encouraging Gage to suck harder, to mark me. He takes what he wants, in his own time, eyes glittering with primal possession. He torments me to the point of desperation, and then he taunts me some more. When he finally lines his cock with my pussy and surges deeply, a shudder ripples through me. Nerves spark and tingle so powerfully deep inside that I’m already hanging on the edge of a climax.

“It’s going to hurt some,” he says.

By then, I’m too far gone to understand or care about what that means.