Page 38 of The Queen

His weight pushed me back. I was falling, caught by the pristine sheets beneath me. Lex’s mouth was on mine, demanding entrance before I had time to think. I gave in to his confident insistence, letting his tongue delve deep and sure.

I was at the mercy of his feral command, a desperate, needy thing. His kiss was familiar but lacked his usual control, and I let him take what he needed. Eagerly. His knee was planted between my legs, and I arched against his thigh, greedy for the contact. No matter how rough he was, my body was willing.

His lips were harsh, and his hands rough, dragging the dress from my shoulders. The bodice came away easily after the bindings had been cut. I squirmed to free myself from the skirt, but Lex’s knee held me pinned under the fabric.

He pulled away from the kiss, growling. “Tell me to stop.”

“Don’t stop.” I gasped.

He sat up, his hands falling to my waist, stripping my skirts away. I did my best to shimmy, but the friction burned against my skin as the fabric was dragged down my legs. Only my panties and stockings remained. My shoes had slipped off when I was tackled to the bed.

He didn’t waste time ripping the closure at the front of his pants open and freeing his solid length. I scooted back onto the bed and he followed.

“Tell me to stop.”

“No.”

The sight of him had me whimpering and needy when he grabbed my neck, trapping me under his weight.

“Tell. Me. To. Stop.” He bit out each word as a growl.

But I didn’t want him to stop.

His thick crown nudged against my entrance, already dripping with slick.

I shifted, pressing him against my folds. “Please, I need this.”

And I did because he did. I was made for him. His restraint had run out. There was no holding back as he shoved inside me with punishing force. The hand on my throat was the only thing that kept me from sliding across the blankets.

He grunted and thrust again, fully seating his considerable length. His girth stretched me to the point of pain, then retreated, only to shove forward again and again until I was sobbing with pleasure. There was no rational thought, only the joining of bodies and the sound of our panting.

Shadow had found a seat on the bed to watch and was stroking himself. My mouth watered, seeing the bead of pre-cum pooling on the tip of his thick head. I sucked on my lower lip with longing.

“Give it to her.” Lex snarled the guttural command. “But keep your eyes on me,” he said, turning my face back to his.

My gaze snapped back to Lex’s face as Shadow pressed the tip of his cock against my lips. I wanted that smokey taste in my mouth. As he inched ahead, I swallowed it down. Each thrust went deeper down my throat, and I loved every second.

With my eyes on Lex, I watched Shadow lean in and claim Lex’s lips in a brutal kiss. It was like watching predators fight. Angry and full of passion. The sight pushed me over the edge and I tensed, constricting around the intrusions. A climax hit me like a tidal wave, dragging me under, and I was happy to drown. I shuddered out my orgasm, my screams muffled on Shadow’s cock as they fucked me roughly through it.

My breath was ragged as I struggled to recover, but they didn’t let up, driving me full force into another soul-stealing orgasm.

Wrung out, my eyes fluttered and drifted, catching a glimpse of Ghost, languidly stroking himself as he watched.

I wanted him too. I couldn’t help it. He was my mate and nothing would change that. He was too far away. I tried to ask for him, or even beg, but Shadow and Lex continued pushing my body to the limit.

I was a whimpering mess, tears running down my cheeks, riding the very edge of another climax. When I felt the thickness of Lex’s knot start to swell. I trembled all over. My needy whine was smothered as Shadow pressed himself deeper into my throat. Jets of hot, sticky cum choked me as he let out a guttural moan. I swallowed and swallowed again, but he kept coming. I pulled away and his cock sprung free, slick, and covered with cum. My mouth was replaced as Lex leaned down, swallowing him deep, cleaning the mess I’d left.

Lex groaned low, and I felt it in my bones. The width of his thickening knot slowed each long stroke. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more.

“Knot me. Please,” I begged, shifting my hips to accommodate his thickening shaft.

His grip on my neck tightened, cutting off the air flow, holding me in place as he shoved his nearly formed knot back in, where it lodged and expanded. A hot explosion of cum coated my drenched channel, trapped. He growled against my throat as more cum was forced into my waiting body. His teeth grazed my collar bone just next to where he held me.

I whimpered, struggling for breath and arching my back, trying to push that unblemished skin into his jaws. But it remained out of reach. “Yes, mark me. Claim me. Bite me.”

His knot pulsed again, and hot liquid surged. I was uncomfortably full and deliciously sore where we were locked together. He continued to snarl, his teeth so close to my tender skin.

“Don’t do it, boss,” Ghost’s voice rasped, thick with lust.

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