Page 116 of Princess Avenged

“Darlin’,” Flame fondles my butt as I cling to Phil. “That’s more than okay. It’s fucking ideal.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Crusher says. “You are our life now, Ana. Our Queen. We live to serve you.”

The blush on my cheek deepens, but so does my discomfort. “Queen? Serve me? That sounds…that sounds very one sided. Like you four work for me.”

“No one said that.” Crusher’s hand closes over one of my ass cheeks and squeezes. “And if you’re not careful, I’ll show you again, who’s really in charge.” His voice is gruff and deep, almost threatening, and his hand tightens over my ass. An unexpected shiver of lust traces through me. Because I realize that I very much would like to see Crusher take charge—of all of us.

“I understand what you’re saying.” Blade kisses the side of my neck. “But even if the five of us are equals, it doesn’t mean that you’re not our queen.”

“Yeah,” Flame adds. “Plus, you couldn’t stop me from worshiping you if you tried.”

I shift against Phil’s body, loving the feel of his bulk between my legs and barely caring that my sex is dampening his shirt. I’ve never felt so ready, or so in love.

“Should we go up to the bedroom?” I ask, and then bite my lip, slightly embarrassed by my boldness.

“No time for that,” Phil says, and his hold on me shifts.

“No time? Why?” Disappointment drops my mood, but then I feel his fingers stroking through my folds.

“No chance can I make it all the way upstairs,” Phil growls. “Not unless I’m already inside you.”

“Oh!”

One of Phil’s fingers slides inside me.

I gasp in shock and pleasure, and he leaves it there as the men work together, tugging down Phil’s pants and pulling me up and away from him to position his hardness for entry.

Leaning onto Phil’s shoulders, I brace myself. I want this. I want it so badly.

It hasn’t been that long since I had Crusher inside me, but Phil’s even bigger, and one of the best and worst things about being a vampire is how quickly my body recovers. My pussy, as the men call it, has already returned to its tiny, tight state, reluctant to accept men of their size, no matter how wet I’ve become.

Phil’s hands shift to my waist, and he holds me poised above him, in position to be speared. “You ready?”

I nod. “So ready.”

“Because I’m fucking desperate. I need to take you quickly.”

“It’ll be like pulling a bandage,” Flame pipes in, and he strokes my back, tracing his fingers up and down my spine.

Phil looks deeply into my eyes. Tugging down on my waist, he thrusts up, forcing an unbelievably long part of his thickness inside me at once.

I gasp, blind from the intense, sudden pain. But as quickly as it comes, the pain dissipates to race through every nerve in my body until I’m eager for more.

“Ready to take a hard ride?” Phil asks. “It’s been a while.” His jaw clenches. “Too long. I’m not sure I can control—” His hips thrust, driving him deeper inside me.

“Sorry. Fuck.”

“I’m good.” I grip onto his shoulders, resting my forehead on his, and then, as his hips thrust, he pumps me up and down over him, going deeper and deeper each time I drop.

Looking into his eyes, I see, not only his pleasure but also all he’s been through. I can see how hard he fought to resist me, while that demon was egging him on.

Phil resisted temptation against the will of a demon, and I don’t want him to hold back anything now.

“Fuck me, Phil,” I say against his ear. “Fuck me as hard and as deep as you want to. As hard as you did our very first time. You know I can take it.”

His hands shift position, leaning me away from him slightly so he can better look into my eyes. The angle’s precarious, but the other men are there to be sure I don’t fall back, as Phil’s powerful arms pump me over his thickness, at the same time his hips drive forward, punishingly hard and furiously fast.

“Fuck, Ana.” Phil shouts. “Fuck. I’m so sorry to do this. It’s too hard.”

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