Page 57 of Sacrifice

“More,” she gasps, and I swear there’s a hint of stars in her grey eyes as they meet mine, pleading for the release she craves.

“Easy, love,” I murmur, my voice rough with the strain of holding back. “We’ll get you there.”

Oberon’s movements grow more desperate, his breaths coming in sharp gasps until, with a guttural groan that seems to echo off the walls, he reaches his peak. His body shudders, and I feel the pulse of his release.

Fuck…fuck, fuck, it feels good.

As Oberon pulls out, a trail of pearly cum follows, dripping onto my balls. Without missing a beat, I slip my hand between us, pushing Oberon’s cum back into Aisling’s pussy, claiming it as part of our shared connection. Aisling lets out a whimper, a sound so sweet and raw it nearly undoes me.

“God, Aisling,” Oberon pants, stepping back, his legs barely supporting him.

Nero smirks from the sidelines, raising the champagne bottle to his lips again, his free hand still working himself leisurely.

“Next,” I grunt, my gaze locking onto Luka. I can’t help but feel a twinge of possessiveness as he comes forward, hungry and eager.

Luka needs no further prompting; his eyes, dark with lust, stay fixed on Aisling’s body as if she’s the only thing that exists in this forsaken world. He strokes himself once, a rough, hasty motion that speaks volumes of his pent-up desire. Without hesitation, he aligns himself with her entrance.

“Go gentle,” I warn him through gritted teeth, but there’s approval in my voice as I watch him push into her. Aisling’s gasp is music to my ears, and I groan, feeling her clench around me even as Luka fills her up.

“God, so tight,” Luka breathes out, beginning to move inside her.

Aisling whimpers beneath us, her delicate form quaking as she tries to accommodate the intrusion. I wrap an arm around her, pulling her against my chest. The skirt of her ruined wedding dress flutters like a ghost around our sweat-slicked bodies.

“Shh, you’re doing perfect,” I whisper, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. My lips trail soft kisses over her skin, tasting the salt of her. I can’t help but murmur those sweet nothings, trying to ease the edge from her whimpers.

“Beautiful…mine…” I breathe out the words, each one laced with a promise and a plea.

Her response is a soft moan, barely audible over the sound of flesh meeting flesh. But I hear it, I feel it vibrating through my bones, and it drives me wilder.

“Fuck, Gunnar,” Luka grunts, his rhythm growing more confident as he finds his pace, “she’s incredible.”

“Only the best for our pack,” I say, a growl mixing with my voice as I thrust into her ass, matching Luka’s tempo. Our movements become a synchronised dance, pushing and pulling Aisling between us.

“Yours,” she manages to choke out, her words slurring together into a symphony of pleasure.

“Always.” It’s a vow from deep within me, one that holds the weight of our shared fate, our tangled lives in this dystopian chaos where love and power fight for dominance.

And right now, in this moment, I know we are all consumed by both.

Her back arches against me, and her moans vibrate between our tangled lips. Luka’s thrusts grow more insistent, each one hitting a spot inside Aisling that sends shivers up my spine.

“Give it to me,” she gasps against my mouth, an echo of the hunger that claws at my insides.

“Keep it up, Luka,” I hiss through gritted teeth, feeling the tension coil tighter in my gut. I grip Aisling’s hips, steadying her as we move together.

“Ah, fuck…” Luka’s voice is strained, his breath hot on Aisling’s flushed skin. His body stiffens, and then he groans, deep and guttural, as he spills himself inside her. The sound rips through the air, a declaration, a surrender.

I can feel the added warmth of him inside her, a testament to his release. Aisling’s belly seems slightly swollen from being so full of cum, and it’s almost too much—the intimate knowledge that she’s carrying the mark of our union.

“Damn, Aisling,” I pant, kissing her fiercely. “You’re incredible, taking all of us like this.”

She’s trembling, her breaths coming in short, ragged pulls. Her whole being is alight with sensation, so finely tuned that I know every touch is an inferno across her nerves.

Rook doesn’t waste a beat, stepping in as Luka pulls away. His hand finds Aisling’s chin, tilting her face toward him. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and gravelly, his accent curling around his words. “So ripe and gorgeous. You’re the perfect mate, aren’t you? Built to take us, fill you up.”

A rush of possessive pride swells in my chest. That’s my omega; that’s our bond. I tighten my hold on Aisling, feeling the raw edge of our connection.

“Fuck, Rook…” Aisling gasps out, her grey eyes glazing over as his length pushes into her. It hits deep, strikes that secret place inside her that turns her moans into symphonies of pleasure. Without the knot, he can press deeper, has more dexterity. She’s so responsive, hands clutching at my arms, clinging as if I’m the anchor in this storm of sensation we’ve thrown her into.

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