Page 135 of The Pact

“Tell me how wet she is, Sutton,” Damian commands, pulling away from me.

Sutton’s fingers skate over the back of my thighs—the teasing makes me push towards him. I feel his finger slide over me and my body stills at his touch. He starts at my clit—tracing delicious circles over it.

He works his way to my entrance, easily pushing a finger inside of me, making my breath hitch. Moving in and out, Sutton coats himself in my wetness before adding a second. Instinctively, my body rocks against Wesley as Sutton fucks me with his fingers.

We set a rhythm of him thrusting and me grinding against Wes. I look over at Damian, but he’s leaned back, watching Sutton slide in and out of me. My eyes find Cole’s next. I expect him to have his gaze trained on what Sutton is doing too, instead he’s staring at my face.

I give him a smile and reach for him.

Cole leans in, although he doesn’t go in for the kiss I’m expecting. His fingers brush the strap of my dress aside and he nudges the satin down, releasing my breast. I watch as he trails the back of his hand over my peaked nipple before he dips his head to take it into his mouth. Fuck, this is too much.

“Jesus,” Wesley groans, pulling my attention back to him. I need him inside of me. Now.

“I think Wes needs a taste of our princess, Sutton. Isn’t that right?” He nods. I bite my lip in anticipation.

Sutton pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. Reaching over my shoulder, he extends his hand towards Wes, who leans forward. He runs his tongue over Sutton’s fingers, that are coated in my wetness, before taking them both into his mouth.

I gasp. The sight of his lips wrapped around Sutton, tasting my arousal, makes my blood run hot. Wes licks his fingers clean before kissing me.

My hand slips between us. I fumble with his pants, trying to undo them. I don’t care if Damian tells me no. I won’t listen to him this time. But he doesn’t say anything.

Wesley jumps in to help me with releasing his cock, springing it free almost instantly. He runs the tip back and forth over me, slicking himself before nudging into my entrance. I’ve had him before, so his size doesn’t shock me. However, I still feel the ache of him stretching me as he pushes in, inch by inch.

There’s a momentary pause, as if the world’s stilling before it shatters. I’m staring into Wesley’s hungry eyes when Damian’s hand grasps my chin, turning me to him. “Eyes on me, princess,” he growls.

I obey, staring into that glacial, demanding stare of his.

Wesley grips my hips and starts rocking, his cock stroking me at a slow, almost torturous pace. I want to complain, but he quickly picks up speed. Cole’s teeth graze my nipple—I fight against Damian’s grip to look at him. He doesn’t let me.

I whimper in response.

He may have said eyes on him, but he didn’t mention anything about my hands. I reach blindly, swatting my hand until I meet Cole’s chest and follow it down to his pants. My fingers don’t search long for the hard bulge. Running my palm over him, I feel the vibration of his groan against my breast.

Damian smirks at my efforts. “You’ll always find a way to get what you want, huh?” I nod. “Wicked little thing.” He breaks our stare and stares at Wesley. “Fuck her like I know you want to.” He then glances at Sutton. “You know what to do.”

In an instant, Sutton’s wrapping a hand around the front of me, massaging my clit. As soon as he does, Wes thrusts into me fast and deep. It only takes a minute of feeling all the sensations for me to clench around his cock.

I throw my head back despite Damian’s grip. The pain of it only makes my orgasm more intense. A string of moans and pants pours from my lips.

I expect Sutton to let up, but he doesn’t. His fingers continue circling me. I try to push him away. My body is too sensitive.

“This is what you wanted.” Damian states as he brings my face back to him. I’m breathless and can’t argue. This is what I wanted. I’ve been asking for it all night. Leaning forward, his lips brush my ear, sending a shiver down my back. “This is just the beginning, Thea.” Pulling away, he kisses me on the forehead.

Damian keeps my eyes on him while Wes fucks me like it’s the last time he ever will. Sutton plays with my clit while kissing my back. Cole kisses and bites at my nipple. I’m bucking against all of them, climaxing again. This time Wesley comes with me, burying his mouth into my shoulder—biting down hard. Damian crushes his lips on mine, capturing my screams in his mouth.

I’m limp and spent by the time Cole lifts me off of Wesley’s body. I have the vague awareness of someone pulling my dress back down, being offered water, the straps of my dress being righted.

Mostly, I just insist on laying down.

My head finds someone’s lap, my feet stretch across another. My eyes grow heavy as hands caress my hair and rub my feet.

Sleep comes quickly, although not without a scary realization.

If these men ever leave me, I’ll be ruined. There is no coming back from this bliss.

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THEA

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