Page 41 of Claimed By the Damned

“You don’t have to just stand there and watch, you know,” Zeke said as he kissed Amara’s shoulder. “She’s yours too.”

At Zeke’s words, Amara locked eyes with Drake. She bit her lip and held out one of her hands, silently beckoning him to her.

Powerless, he wet his bottom lip, and his feet began to move on their own. Before he knew it, he was on the bed, his head between her legs. Zeke pulled out his fingers and brought them to her mouth, allowing Drake the opportunity to run his tongue over her clit.

Her hips flew off the bed at the simple touch, and he reached over her hips to pin her down, grinning against her. She was so damn responsive, even to him, who had been nothing but an asshole to her.

Zeke and Knox continued to toy with her nipples, but they didn’t do much else. Drake knew that they were refraining for him, so he didn’t stop. Not that he could stop now even if he wanted to.

He flicked his tongue and swirled, all the while holding her down from writhing against the bed. When he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue gently, she came apart.

He groaned at the taste of her exploding on his tongue. She tasted so damn good. And he wasn’t even done yet. As his tongue flicked against her clit once more, her hips bucked again, and her hands flew to the back of his head, tugging on the roots of his hair. The sting felt good and fueled him to suck the tight bud back into his mouth. He was rewarded with her moaning his name, and damn it, it was completely sexy.

As she got closer and closer to the edge, her legs tightened around his head, but Zeke and Knox pulled them further apart, holding them wide open for him. She was well and truly strapped down, a victim of his assault.

“Take it, little bunny,” Knox demanded. “Let Drake make you scream.”

He continued to suck and flick and gently scrape his teeth. She was nearly falling apart. Her body quivered, a slight sweat shone against her skin, and the sounds rumbling up her throat made his cock so achingly hard.

Her breathing picked up pace, and he knew she was close once again, so he added two fingers and plunged them inside her. Seconds later, her walls were squeezing around them as she came. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.

Yanking off his shorts, he tossed them to the floor before literally tearing the shirt she was wearing off of her. Briefly, he hoped that Zeke wasn’t too attached to it.

He didn’t give her the chance to recover from the orgasm before thrusting into her hard. Her moans echoed off the walls around them, and her nails clawed at his biceps. As her warmth surrounded him, he groaned and slammed into her again and again, the whole bed moving with his thrusts.

“You gonna share, asshole?” Knox asked. “Or are you going to keep her to yourself?”

He grinned menacingly. “I’m thinking of keeping her to myself.”

“Roll the fuck over, prick,” Knox added with a chuckle.

He wrapped an arm around her back and flipped them over so that she was riding him. Her eyes were half-hooded, and they fully closed when he sank her onto him. Knox slid to the end of the bed and got on his knees behind Amara. Meanwhile, Zeke moved to kneel by Drake’s shoulders.

Without being prompted, Amara took Zeke’s cock into her mouth, and he hissed as she sucked him in deep. From where Drake was lying, he could see her throat bulge when she gagged.

Amara groaned, and Drake looked down, watching as Knox slid into her ass. The collective party moaned together, making goosebumps rise over Drake’s arms. She was so damn tight that he dug his fingers into her hips just to keep himself from exploding. And then Amara started moving, fucking them both while she sucked Zeke’s length.

“Good girl,” Drake said through clenched teeth. “You take us so well.”

She clenched around him at the praise, so he gripped her hips even tighter, trying like hell to hold off from cumming. Instead, he focused on helping her move, but it only worked for a second before the pleasure just became too much.

Knox slapped her ass. Zeke’s fingers tangled in her hair. And Drake’s mouth latched onto a nipple. He could practically feel her vibrate with need, and he encouraged her with more murmured praise against her breast.

Her hips moved faster, taking him deeper, impaling herself on both him and Knox. She was so close that he could practically feel her getting ready to explode.

Knox reached around and toyed with her clit. She nearly convulsed, and Zeke cursed in Spanish, now slamming into her mouth rough and fast, chasing his own orgasm.

Wanting to feel her cum around him, he nipped her nipple, and she fell apart. Her scream rippled around Zeke’s cock, and her entire body quaked between Drake and Knox, sending all three of them over the edge with her. They moaned until all of them were spent.

Knox pulled out and collapsed beside Drake while Zeke slowly released Amara’s head and slouched against the headboard. Instead of sliding off of him, Amara gathered herself onto his chest, her breathing fast and ragged.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and it was then he wondered to himself . . . What the hell did I just do?

Chapter Eighteen

Amara

After the morning’s shenanigans with the guys, Amara was exhausted and sore. To make matters worse, when she got home after staying the night with them, her father had a list a mile long of things for her to do and had spent a good hour screaming at her about how ‘dirty and nasty’ she was for staying out all night. It was funny though; his words didn’t hurt her as much as they used to. Zeke and Knox made her feel special, and that was all that really mattered to her. Nothing her father said to her anymore could take that away.

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