Page 35 of Ravager

Then Rolf grabbed my hips, parted my legs, and I felt the thickness of him push between the back of my thighs. With a slow, gentle thrust, he entered me. Though he was slower this time, my mouth parted with an “Oh,” as he pushed in and Erik swallowed hard. He couldn’t look away from me, and I couldn’t look away from him, watching him so intently as Rolf filled me further and further, the slickness of my earlier desire gliding the way.

As he inhaled sharply through his nose, Erik’s hands now moved to my breasts, his fingers teasing my already hardened nipples. His touch was both tender and rough, a perfect contrast that made my entire body tingle with anticipation. I arched my back once more, inviting him to explore further, wanting, needing both of them.

As Rolf began to move within me, his rhythm in sync with Erik’s touch on my breasts, a wave of pleasure washed over me. It was as if the bond between us three had grown even stronger, the connection between us more intense than ever before.

Erik moved his hand down my body, he gently traced circles around my navel, drawing ever closer to the apex of desire. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans that were building up within me. His fingers finally reached their destination, and he began to massage me with a skillful touch that was both expert and tender while Rolf pumped into me from behind.

The pleasure from Erik’s touch was building up inside me, as if a crescendo was being reached with each passing moment. As Rolf continued to thrust within me, I felt as if I were on the edge of something I wouldn’t be able to come back from.

Then, before I could become lost to the madness, Rolf pulled out of me, leaving me empty and bereft. He moved so he was underneath me and then took me by the waist again, placingme so I was on top, straddling him. With a snarl he quickly positioned his cock and pushed my hips down until I was enveloping his thick length, then pulled me forward until my forehead was against his sweaty chest.

I glanced up in time to see a wordless command go from Rolf to Erik.

Erik grunted and then came behind me, the hair of his thighs tickling the backs of mine, his presence looming over me. His hands went down to where I was wet, dripping down Rolf’s cock, and started sliding his fingers against me.

With those fingers drenched in my desire, Erik teased between my bottom cheeks, slowly pressing in a finger until I gasped, all while Rolf continued to thrust inside. Erik then positioned himself closer behind me, his hardened erection pressing against my thigh. He guided himself to my entrance, slowly, ever so slowly, pushing inside me as Rolf continued to move deep within.

I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as Erik entered me in a place I never thought he would, stretching me beyond any fantasy, the way eased by my slick desire.

The sensation was one that was unlike anything I had ever experienced before—it was as if we were becoming one entity, our bodies melding together like a creature of lust. I was so full from both sides that I felt as if my soul was being squeezed.

As Rolf’s rhythm matched that of Erik’s thrusts, the intensity of the experience grew even more profound. It seemed as if time had stopped, and all that mattered in that moment was the connection between us three. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, as if we were dancing together, our movements punctuated by grunts and groans and the slick sound of our bodies smacking against each other. The heady smell of our union, mixed with sweat, filled the room, adding to the sensations inside me.

In the midst of this alliance, I could feel the passion and desire emanating from Rolf and Erik, as if they were pouring their entire beings into this. Their affection for me, their longing for me, their desire to be with me—it all culminated in this moment of pure ecstasy.

As Erik reached his climax, his body trembled against mine, his breath ragged and shallow. He pushed in deeper, forcing the air from my lungs, muttering my name and Norse words over and over again, like a prayer.

Rolf, too, was reaching his peak, his thrusts growing more frenzied and desperate, his grunts reverberating through the room.

Then they both came at once with ragged cries that I’ll never forget, warriors losing—or winning—a different kind of battle. I felt the warmth of their seed spilling inside me, a testament to this reckoning.

When at last the moments passed, and the intensity subsided, I lay there between Rolf and Erik. Their arms wrapped around me, their bodies still shuddering from the after-effects of our lovemaking. As I closed my eyes, I felt a deep sense of contentment wash over me—a feeling of belonging, of completeness.

And yet, deep inside my heart, something stirred.

A restlessness, a fear.

A knowing that we wouldn’t be able to continue like this forever, me being shared by these two proud, beastly men.

At some point, I would have to make a choice.

Or rather, a choice would be made for me.

Chapter 16

Cherine

Afaint knock at my door woke me from my dreams. I blinked in the darkness, seeing only a shadow on the other side of the door and the faint stream of torchlight. Sleeping underground made it hard to know the time, and I was so exhausted from yesterday’s activities, I didn’t know if it was morning or night.

“Are you decent, Cherine?” came Rolf’s baritone voice.

Though I thought it cute that he cared about decency after we had performed some very indecent acts together, I was still a bit afraid. I pulled the blanket up to cover my chest and called out softly, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Rolf’s silhouette appeared, torch in hand.

“Good morning, my beauty,” he said. His eyes burned into me like black, shining stones. “I would let you sleep more, but it’s nearly noon.”

Oh goodness! I sat up straighter, but my temples throbbed from the movement. Too much wine—and too much sex—had caught up to me. I felt lazy and foolish.