Page 15 of Claimed By the Damned

“Ready, Princesa?” Zeke asked.

Amara nodded with Drake’s cock in her mouth, but Drake watched with rapt interest as Knox completely stilled inside her and wrapped his arms around her back, holding her down.

Zeke nudged at her ass, and she tensed, his dick popping from her mouth. “Is it going to hurt?”

“Yes,” Knox said, and Drake could tell that the sadistic fuck liked the fact that it’d cause her a little pain. “But you can take it. Push out as he pushes in.”

Zeke grabbed her hips and started to insert the tip. She winced, and Drake didn’t know why he did it because he could give a rat's ass about her pain, but he reached between her and Knox and began to circle her clit to help ease the pain that was about to come. Tears welled in her eyes and made a path down her flushed cheeks, which he brushed away with his free hand.

As Zeke whispered sweet nothings to her in Spanish, she began to relax, but not for long. Zeke pushed in further until he was fully sheathed, and her entire body went rigid and trembled from the intrusion. It turned him on that she was completely full, but he applied more pressure to her clit to ease the pain because none of them were small.

“It hurts,” she breathed.

“Just relax. Concentrate on my hand,” Drake murmured.

She closed her eyes, pushing a few tears down her cheeks, as she let out a shaky breath. After a minute ticked by, her spine slowly relaxed and her breathing quickened as she chased a release.

Knox whispered in her ear, encouraging her, “This cock was made to fill every one of your fucking holes.” He started to move her back and forth, sliding her along both of their cocks. “When we’re done, you’ll be a mess with all of our cum. It’ll be a damn beautiful sight.”

Zeke began to move himself, and the two found a rhythm that Drake matched with his fingers. “Fuck,” she moaned.

“How does it feel to be so fucking full?” Drake asked as he stroked himself with his free hand. It didn’t feel nearly as good as her mouth did, but he was determined that she cum before he shoved it back down her throat.

“So good,” she replied. Her beautiful eyes met his.

“Yeah it does,” Zeke growled. “So fucking tight.” He gripped her hips tighter for emphasis.

“Fuck yeah, she is,” Knox said before he took one of her nipples into his mouth and bit down. She cried out, and with a few more pumps of their dicks and strokes of Drake’s fingers, her cry became a scream of ecstasy. She shattered around them, and all three men moaned at the damn beautiful sight of it.

When she came down from it, a heavy breathing mess, Drake moved to her mouth once more, gripped her head, and guided her to his length. She was moaning as her tongue slid along his length.

“Fuck,” Drake said through gritted teeth. On her next moan, he pushed his dick further down her throat, wanting to feel every damn vibration of it. She took it without protest like she was hungry for it. Needy. Greedy. She sucked harder, faster, and he found himself anticipating his turn to fuck her pussy. Would it feel even better than this?

Mental images of it formed in his mind, and he grabbed the sides of her head and fucked her throat hard as if punishing her for the situation they were in. He shouldn’t want her pussy, but god damn it, it was all he could think about. He was rough, relentless, but she took it without complaint.

Within a matter of seconds, she was cumming again. Her body shook violently, and she was having trouble holding herself up, but they weren’t done with her yet. Neither Knox nor Zeke eased their rhythm, and neither did he.

Large crocodile tears raced down her face. He’d remember this moment for the rest of his fucking life, her mouth at his mercy. Her pussy and ass at theirs. Her body being used for their own damn pleasure. The way she moaned against him, the way she writhed as she came.

He thrusted his hips upward, making her gag, but she didn’t stop him. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he praised, each word punctuated with a thrust. He gathered her hair in a hand so he could see it for himself.

Their thrusts got harder, more frantic, and the headboard was banging against the wall. The mattress was squeaking in time with their chorus of moans. They were all sweaty, and she was so wet that he could hear them slamming into her holes. His wolf was loving it, eager to never let the sound end.

He was lost in the moment. He reveled in how good her hot little mouth felt, and already, he could feel the pressure building in the base of his spine. He should not be enjoying this as much as he was, but if he didn’t get a turn with her soon, he’d be cumming down the back of her throat instead.

The sight of Knox’s eyes glowing snapped him back to reality though. The bastard’s fangs elongated in his mouth, and Drake knew what he was about to do.

“Knox, no!” Drake growled, but it was too late.

Knox lurched forward and sank his teeth into the curve of Amara’s left breast, just below her heart. His teeth pierced her skin, marking her and claiming her as his.

Amara yanked off of Drake’s cock and screamed Knox’s name in a moan so deep it sounded animalistic. It sent her over the edge, and she came so hard that her scream became silent. Knox slammed her back onto him, stilling inside her while his teeth were still clamped over her heart, and he filled her with his cum.

At the same time, Zeke began cursing loudly in Spanish, stilling as well as he came inside her ass. His head was tipped back, blessing to the ceiling in words that Drake couldn’t understand but could only imagine.

Amara tried to pull away, but Knox had a hold on her. He wouldn’t let her go. Drake knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t do so until she marked him back. And she fucking fell for it. She roared, her eyes flashing before she was suddenly biting into the side of Knox’s neck, marking him with her bite.

Drake didn’t know what to do. He was stunned still, but he did know one thing. This was fucking bad. This was really bad.

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