Page 18 of Forsaken By Fate
I raise my fingers to Victor’s face, kissing him again, letting him know I want more, my other hand curling around Zane’s arm as Fenris’s hand clutches my leg.
Victor’s mouth crushes on me harder, and my eyes close again.
I’m pulled in all directions, inside and out. Sprawled on the altar, my legs and arms are spread, the bodice of my dress pulled down to reveal my breasts as Fenris takes one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger, Zane stripping away my skirt and casting the silken fabric aside.
The altar beneath me is surprisingly warm, as if the stone itself has absorbed the heat of our passion. My body arches toward their touches, no longer afraid of showing my need.
My lids part as Victor pulls away, and Zane as he leans down to kiss me, my hands reaching up to touch him, palm already healing in the aftermath of the blood oath.
Fenris’s touch is demanding yet controlled, each movement calculated to draw out my pleasure. When he takes my breast in his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue sends shockwaves through my body. I’ve never felt so consumed, so completely possessed, and yet so utterly safe.
Victor spreads my legs apart, his warm tongue lapping between the heat of my center. Headiness overcomes me, Zane’s tongue stifling my moan of pleasure, and I grab for his manhood, struggling to find Fenris’s pants in tandem.
My ass arches upward into Victor, my now-naked frame writhing against the altar, and I gasp when Zane stands, slipping out of his shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted chest.
Swimming in a sea of hazy lust, I look toward Fenris, his pants lowering when he reluctantly releases my breast from his mouth, his hand cupping my other one.
“Turn her over, brother,” Fenris tells Victor. “You’re going to have to share.”
A shock of heat surges through me at the command, but Victor ignores him, sliding a finger inside me and driving me higher toward the stained glass overhead. Every pore of my body is on fire, and I struggle to understand this connection to the Alphas.
Fenris leans over me, licking my swollen lips. “Are you going to come, Little Prey?” he murmurs, taking my hand to stroke his erection. I’m stunned at the size of him, envisioning it inside me. Surely it will break me in half, yet I’m thrilled by the thought of being filled so completely.
I tense as Victor’s licks grow more intense and Zane turns my head toward him, offering me a taste of him. Moans of pleasure vibrate through me as tinkling music plays jovially through the temple, the magic even and bright now as we all share the same mood.
My climax peaks, and the pleasure explodes outward from my core, radiating through my body in waves of molten heat. My muscles clench and release rhythmically, each pulse more intense than the last. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, my vision going white at the edges as the sensation overwhelms me.
My entire body trembles uncontrollably, my back arching off the altar as the pleasure spirals higher. Every nerve ending feels like it’s singing, and time loses all meaning.
Holy fuck!
But they’re not done with me yet—far from it.
When Victor finally turns me over, the cool air on my heated skin makes me shiver. Fenris slides beneath me with a grace that belies his size, his hands steady on my hips as he guides me intoposition. The head of his cock presses against me, and I whimper at the stretch, equal parts apprehension and desperate need.
“Relax, Little Prey,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up to cup my breast. “Let us take care of you.”
Zane moves to the front of the altar, and his fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me toward him with gentle insistence. The musky scent of his arousal fills my senses, making my mouth water with anticipation. Victor’s hands on my back are soothing, grounding, his touch a reminder that I’m safe, protected, cherished.
When Fenris finally pushes inside me, the stretch is almost too much. I gasp against Zane’s skin, my fingers digging into his thighs. But Victor’s skilled hands on my back and Fenris’s soothing growls help me relax, help me accept the intrusion until pleasure overtakes the discomfort.
“So perfect,” Victor murmurs against my spine, his words punctuated with kisses that make me shiver. “So beautiful like this, taking my brothers so well.”
The praise makes me glow inside, a warmth that has nothing to do with physical pleasure. All my life, I’ve been running, hiding, trying to survive. But here, in this sacred space with these three powerful men, I finally feel like I belong.
We move together like we’ve done this a thousand times before, like our bodies were made to fit together this way.
Fenris’s breathing grows ragged, his powerful body trembling against mine. His grip on my hips tightens, and he whispers my name like a prayer. The tenderness in his voice, so different from his usual commanding tone, makes my heart swell with emotion. At the same time, I feel Zane’s shaft tighten, and salty beads of arousal form at his tip. All three of us are on the verge of release.
A deep, primal need coils at my core, the pressure building and building, until finally, I explode. My fingers clutchdesperately at warm skin, seeking anchors in the storm of pleasure. Wave after wave crashes over me, each one stronger than the last, until I think I might shatter from the intensity. And at the same time, Zane and Fenris both release, their hot streams filling me, and I swallow down every drop of Zane’s pleasure, as Fenris pulses inside of me.
Before I can catch my breath, Zane pulls back, and Fenris moves out from under me.
Victor’s warmth enfolds me from behind. His touch is almost worshipful, as his hands slide along my sides.
“Let me take care of you now,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice thick with emotion.
There’s a moment of adjustment, of gentle guidance, and then Victor and I are moving as one as he takes me from behind, his thickness filling me, stretching me. His powerful form molds against my back. The sensation is overwhelming as he claims me and fills my core. My breath catches at the fullness, the completeness of our connection. Every movement is purposeful, passionate, making me feel needed and desired. I can’t tell where I end and he begins. Our bodies find a natural rhythm.