Page 84 of Chosen By Swift

“She will,” Swift said, still circling her clitoris. “She likes the taste of it.” He grazed his teeth over her neck before biting down lightly. “Don’t you, Alys?”

“I do,” she confessed, feeling herself losing control. Swift’s wicked words and the desperate way Rampage stared at her body lit her body on fire. She was like dry tinder struck by a spark. She was going up in flames with these two men. She was a wildfire unleashed, and she didn’t want to stop until she had consumed every bit of pleasure to be had.

Alys dropped down and wasted no time in getting her mouth on Rampage. He felt strange in her mouth, thicker but not longer, and he tasted different, too. Not bad. Just different. She remembered all the ways Swift had taught her to please him and used those tricks on Rampage who let loose an unending stream of curses and compliments.

As she sucked the ruddy head of his cock, she realized it must have been quite a long time since he had been with a woman. He had been stranded on that planet for months, and he seemed to have kept to himself since his rescue which meant he likely hadn’t sought out any female company. She wasn’t one of the poppies who possessed all sorts of interesting skills, but she wanted to do her best for him, to make him feel good for at least this one night.

While she traced Rampage’s shaft with her tongue, Swift maneuvered into place behind her. She felt him probing her before he slid forward in one rough thrust. She groaned around Rampage’s erection, and the other man growled at the sensation. Swift gripped her waist and began to take her with leisurely strokes. It was just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to push her over.

Rampage, on the other hand, had nearly lost control. He fisted the sheets on either side of his waist, and his thighs flexed tightly. He seemed to be fighting the urge to thrust up into her mouth. Behind her, Swift was grunting as if trying to hold back.

She glowed at the sudden awareness of how much sexual power she held over these big, strong men. Me. I’m doing this. I’m the one driving them wild.

Alys sank into that feeling of power, letting it saturate every part of her. Years of being the plain sister, the fat sister, the too tall sister faded into nothing. She wasn’t that unappreciated and dutiful daughter any longer. She was a woman desired, a woman wanted and craved.

“Alys!” Rampage growled her name, heralding his climax. He tipped his head back and shuddered. His seed splashed her tongue, much less than she had expected and nearly without taste.

She didn’t have long to ponder why that was. The sight of another man filling his wife’s mouth with seed seemed to have unleashed something primal in Swift. He manhandled her onto her back and clambered over her. He thrust deep, and she cried out, clawing at his back. He slammed into her again and again, rough and wild.

“You’re mine,” he growled into her ear. “You’re mine, Alys. Mine. Mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whimpered, raking her nails against his shoulders. “I’m yours. I’m yours, Swift.”

“Mine.” He caught her mouth in a punishing kiss, and in the heat of the moment, she climaxed. It was an unexpected explosion of ecstasy that left her shaking and clutching at Swift. He followed a moment later, thrusting so deep that she was sure she would have bruises on her inner thighs. He placed more frantic kisses along her temple and cheek. “Mine.”

“Yours,” she said, stroking his head. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he shuddered and shook against her.

Vaguely, she was aware of Rampage moving off the bed. She couldn’t see him over Swift’s massive body. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the heat and pressure of Swift on top of her. Finally, he shifted away, but he seemed unable to let go of her. He kept a hand on her hip, holding her close.

She shot him an amused smile. “Swift, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know,” he said, but didn’t let go. He seemed to be more affected by sharing her than he had anticipated. She hadn’t yet come to terms with her thoughts on it so she let it go for now. Later, they would have to talk.

On the other side of the room, Rampage took his time getting dressed. As he slipped on his boots, he announced, “I’m leaving theValiantin four days.”

“What?” Swift sat up in shock. “Why? When was this decided?”

“A few days ago, I made up my mind.” He zipped up the side of one boot and latched the strap across the front. “I’m no good up here anymore. It doesn’t feel right. I want grass under my feet.”

“Where are you going?” Swift asked, clearly upset by the sudden departure of his friend.

“I’ve taken a position at the main base we’re building outside The City. It’s actually a promotion,” he said with a lopsided smile.

“Congratulations, Rampage.” She smiled at him, and he laughed, probably struck by how strange this all was after the burst of arousal and sexual gratification had faded.

“Thanks, Alys.” He cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable. “For everything.”

She smiled again. “Thank you for being so kind.”

Rampage nodded and then glanced at Swift. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Swift confirmed.

After Rampage left, Alys dropped back down to the bed. Her body hummed with delicious effects of lovemaking, and she considered falling asleep for a little while. She had been so tired the last few days. A little nap sounded delightful.

But when Swift rose from the bed, she decided it was time to go. She made use of the private bathroom attached to the rented room and then pulled on her clothing and shoes. Swift helped zip her dress before taking her hand and leading her out of the club.

Back in their quarters, they went straight for a shower. They were both sticky with sweat, and a hot shower was just what they needed. It was nice to reconnect, just the two of them, in the intimate space of their shower. They took turns cleaning each other before drying off and slipping into their pajamas.

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