Page 83 of Chosen By Swift

This is okay.

I want this.

In front of her, Rampage reached up with a hesitant hand and caressed her cheek. His fingers were rougher than Swift’s, and his touch was harder and less gentle. Not in a bad way. It was simply different.

He kissed her forehead and then each of her cheeks before finally moving toward her mouth. Her heart flip-flopped as Rampage’s lips touched hers. Rampage kissed as roughly as he touched. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was thrilling and new, and she let herself enjoy the novelty of it.

Swift’s fingers bit into her waist, his hands gripping her possessively, and she felt faint at the wickedness of kissing another man in front of her husband. She placed her hand over his, grounding herself in the moment. Swift locked onto her neck, sucking and biting until she was shivering and gasping against Rampage’s mouth.

Everything seemed to go much faster and wilder. The two men made quick work of stripping her naked while taking turns kissing her increasingly swollen lips. Standing there, bare bottomed and with her breasts out for all to see, she didn’t feel embarrassed or shy. She felt powerful. Both men stared at her as if she were the most gorgeous woman they had ever seen. They made her feel wanted and desired in a way she had never expected.

It was Swift who swept her up off her feet and carried her to the large bed. There were some other pieces of furniture in the room that were obviously crafted with sex in mind, but he seemed to know she wouldn’t be comfortable with those. A bed was familiar, and she would be able to settle in and relax there.

As Swift stepped back to undress, Rampage stunned her by dropping to his knees at the side of the bed. He grasped her left foot and lifted it to his shoulder. Slowly, he kissed and nipped his way up her leg until he was only inches away from the place where she pulsed hotly. He switched to the right leg, kissing and caressing until she was shivering with excitement. He leaned forward as he let her leg down and kissed right between her breasts.

His unfamiliar lips moved across the swell of her breasts, and his callused hands cupped her flesh, grazing his thumbs over her nipples. She gasped at the sensation and clutched at his shoulders. She looked at Swift who stood behind Rampage, undressing slowly while watching another man pleasure his wife. There was a headiness to the moment that made her head swim.

Rampage suckled her breasts, dragging his teeth over her nipples and making her cry out with joy. He chuckled darkly and continued to play with her breasts, kneading and kissing until she was throbbing with unsated need. He began to kiss down her belly and then gently pressed her back to the bed.

She closed her eyes as he spread her thighs open with his strong hands. Until now, no other man had seen her like this. The idea that her mate, her man, was watching as Rampage kissed along her inner thighs left her clutching at the sheets. This was so wicked and sinful. It was so very, very wrong—but it felt very, very good.

She cried out as Rampage licked a long slow stripe between her labia. He carried out this act the same way he kissed, rough and insistent. It was almost too much, and she squeezed his shoulders with her knees, silently urging him to be gentle. He must have gotten the message because he eased off the attack of his tongue on her most sensitive parts and used broad, lighter strokes.

The bed dipped, and she opened her eyes to find Swift sidling up close to her. He placed his hand along her cheek and guided their mouths together. Kissing Swift felt so right and natural. She lost herself in the feel of his tongue gliding over hers, gripping her husband’s shoulders as another man fluttered his tongue over her clitoris.

“Your cunt tastes so good,” Rampage remarked before sliding a finger inside her. “I don’t know how Swift can tear himself away from it.”

“The threat of insubordination and a trip to the brig,” Swift remarked, his gaze locked on hers. “She’d be worth it, though.”

Before Alys could reply, Swift captured her mouth in another sensual kiss. The decadent sensation of four hands and two mouths on her body drove her quickly to the edge of ecstasy. She had wanted it to last longer, to draw it out and enjoy every bit of this, but Swift and Rampage were too good at this. Between Swift’s hand on her breast and his mouth on hers and Rampage’s mouth between her thighs, she stood no chance. The coil of pleasure tightened and tightened and then finally shattered. She cried out in joy, grasping at Swift as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Come here,” Swift commanded and dragged her higher up onto the bed. He gripped her hips and pulled her onto his lap. His thick, heavy cock slapped against her belly, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him buried deep inside her. She shifted atop her mate until their bodies were aligned. She clasped the base of his penis and lowered herself onto every steely inch of him.

Moaning, she closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of him invading her wet depths. “Swift!”

“That’s it, darlin’,” he urged, his voice low and rough. “Ride me, Alys.”

As if she had plans to do anything else! She planted both hands on his broad chest and rocked back and forth. She locked gazes with him as she bounced on his lap, and she was taken aback by how incredibly possessive he looked. His dark expression made her heart race. His touch was harder tonight, more powerful, and she realized she liked the look of jealousy on him.

His gaze narrowed as a now naked Rampage climbed onto the bed behind her. He put both hands on her waist and began to guide her movements atop Swift who grunted and hissed. Rampage kissed her neck, leaving love bites on either side, and Swift let his hands roam the curve of her belly to the place where their bodies were intimately joined. When his thumb brushed against her clitoris, she whimpered.

After the orgasm Rampage had given her, she was still very sensitive and uncertain whether she could come again. Both men seemed intent on bringing her to orgasm—whether she wanted it or not. There was something intoxicating and thrilling about the idea of two men playing with and enjoying her body with the sole purpose of bringing her pleasure.

Swift rubbed the nub there while Rampage kissed her neck and shoulders and squeezed her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and the shocking bite of pain caused her entire body to clench down on Swift who swore. He used his immense strength to lift her right off of him, denying her the friction and penetration she desperately craved. “Not yet,” he growled. “Pick her up, Rampage.”

The other man did as instructed, lifting her away from Swift and onto her knees. Alys slumped forward and squeezed her thighs together, desperate to quell the throbbing between them.

Swift shifted behind her. He grabbed her hips and slipped an arm around her front, lifting her up until her back touched his chest. His lips were against her ear as he asked, “Do you want to touch Rampage? Do you want to use your mouth on him? Suck him the way you do me?”

She couldn’t answer. Her face burned, and she licked her lips. Rampage reclined on the pillows, his erection hard and thick right in front of her. He stroked his hand up and down the shaft, watching the interplay between mates.

Swift’s hands roamed her body, following the curves of her breasts and belly until one of them dipped between her thighs. He gently circled her clitoris, and she cried out and gripped his arm. “Tell me, Alys.”

“Yes,” she confessed finally, her body on the verge. “Yes, I want to use my mouth on him.”

“Do you want that, Rampage? Do you want my mate to make you come?”

Rampage’s nostrils flared, and his chest heaved. “Yes,” he admitted. “I want to come in her mouth if she’ll let me.”

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