Page 13 of Three Cranky SEALS and a Christmas Menace

“I’m taking her mouth,” Waylan said.

“Her ass is mine,” Myles added.

They knew what they were doing. Her first time, her pussy belonged to Holden.

But how were they going to walk away afterward if they got a taste of her now?

Chapter Eleven

Mercedes honestly had no idea what she was doing anymore. Wanting to lose her virginity was one thing; begging her brother’s best friends to fuck her was quite, quite another.

Was this really desperation speaking on her part or something else?

Before her mind conjured up some emotional, romantic crap, she pulled herself together. This was just sex. They were going to help her out of a tight spot, quite literally. She had to remember they only agreed if she ceased to exist for them afterward. That was fine.

Whatever her heart was doing was not her business. It wasn’t an organ invited to this party. The only organ allowed in was what they had between their legs, whoever they voted in as the candidate to take one for the team.

But wait, did she hear correctly?

“I’m taking her mouth,” Waylan said.

“Her ass is mine,” Myles added.

Did that mean Holden was taking her pussy? Did that mean they all three were going to touch her? Her body broke out in flames, everything inside her clenched, including the walls of her pussy. A trickle of wetness coated the thin strip of her panties. Oh boy.

She watched as Waylan perused the toys she had brought with her. He picked up the edible nipple clamps, the metal painted in neon Christmas colors, and dangling from each clamp was a vial.

Myles picked up the clit clamps, which were essentially two halves of a star that would click together, with her clit between them.

Mercedes swallowed. It had all been good and well when she went on her shopping spree at Santa Triple X, but now with those toys in these men’s hands, suddenly, a delicious tug of fear pulled at her stomach, making her wetter and breathless.

She knew without a shadow of a doubt Todd would not have made her feel this way, but then again, that had not been his purpose.

Waylan came toward her. Her body was quivering visibly now. She gazed skittishly at Holden. He sat like a king, legs wide open, fingers steepled, his eyes so intently on her, she combusted.

She watched as Myles brought a chair and placed it in the middle of the living room area, in line with the fire gently keeping the cabin comfortably warm.

Waylan stood in front of her now. She stopped breathing as he reached out and dragged the flimsy fabric away from her breasts, exposing her completely.

He bent his head, and not severing his eye contact with her, he opened his mouth, took her nipple between his lips, and sucked. She nearly fell over backward. And would have, if Waylan hadn’tcaught her with his arm around her waist, holding her in place while he sucked on her nipple, licking and biting and making her writhe against him.

Dear god.

She was completely out of breath when he lifted his head and then proceeded to clamp her nipple.

“Oh. Oh, oh,” she whimpered as he tightened the clamp over her swollen, wet nipple. She was going to die. Nothing would matter. The restriction in her blood flow made her crazy wet. Who was she even?

Waylan did the same to her other nipple, sucking, laving, biting, and then clamping her. She wanted to call a time-out so she could get her breathing under control.

“Now, get on your hands and knees and crawl to Myles.”

Oh god. Oh god. This was happening. She opened her mouth to ask a question; she had no idea what, but she needed to talk.

“We really prefer to hear you scream, but if you’re going to question us, we’ll gag you, little Hades.”

Okay, then.

Mercedes got onto her hands and knees and did as she was told. The weight of the clamps with the vials dangling from them created a vortex of pain and pleasure, and she didn’t know if she was flying or dying.

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