Page 85 of The Blood Moon Oath

As Torin works her open with his finger, I can feel her pleasure escalating through our bond. Her arousal is palpable,coating my lips and chin as I worship her breasts. I suck harder, drawing more of those sweet sounds from her throat.

Suddenly, Torin withdraws his finger, leaving her empty and wanting. "Time for the main event, kitten," he declares, positioning himself between her spread thighs.

With a swift, powerful thrust, he sheaths his massive cock inside her stretched hole. She cries out, back arching off the bed as he fills her completely. I watch, transfixed, as he begins to move, setting a relentless pace that has her bouncing on the mattress. I know he's made this comfortable for her, helped her body to adjust. There isn't an ounce of pain coming through our bond, only pleasure.

The sight of Torin pounding into her, combined with the sensations of her pleasure radiating through our connection, sends a surge of lust coursing through me.

Torin sets a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping forward with each powerful stroke. Her screams of ecstasy fill the room as he claims her thoroughly, his thick shaft stretching her inner walls to their limits. I can practically taste her pleasure, the air thick with the musk of her arousal.

I lean down, capturing one of her nipples between my teeth and tugging gently as I pinch the other between my fingers. The dual stimulation has her bucking wildly beneath us, her nails raking down Torin's back as she clings to him.

"That's it, take it all," Torin growls, his eyes burning with possessive hunger. "This ass was made for my cock." He punctuates his words with a particularly deep, grinding thrust.

She looks up at me in that moment. As she gazes up at me with those pleading, lust-glazed eyes, I'm struck by the raw intimacy of the moment. Our gazes lock, and for an instant, everything else fades away - the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her ragged breathing, even Torin's relentlesspounding. It's just the two of us, connected by more than mere physical proximity.

Without breaking eye contact, I trail my fingers down her quivering stomach, feeling the heat emanating from her core. My touch is feather-light, almost reverent, as if I'm memorizing every curve and valley of her body.

"You're so beautiful like this," I murmur, my voice low and husky with desire. "So perfect and wild and ours." The last word hangs in the air, heavy with implication.

"I want you, too." At her whispered plea, a feral grin spreads across my face. I lean in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as Torin continues to fuck her with abandon.

"You want both our cocks, kitten?" I rumble, my voice thick with desire. "Then get ready to be stretched wide and fucked hard, because neither of us will hold back."

Breaking the kiss, I straddle her, positioning myself atop her legs, aligning my straining erection with her slick entrance while Torin stands behind us, his cock still buried in her ass.

Without hesitation, I push forward, sinking into her welcoming heat in one smooth motion. She gasps at the sudden fullness, her inner muscles clenching around me in delight.

Now fully impaled on both of our cocks, she lets out a keening wail, her body tensing as the dual stimulation pushes her closer to the edge. She reaches down to thumb her own clit, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

"That's it, kitten. Rub yourself. You're so beautiful right now," Torin growls.

I nod approvingly, my voice roughened by lust. "Take every inch of what's yours. You were made to be filled, used, claimed."

As if to emphasize my point, I start to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside her before surging back in tothe hilt. The dual penetration creates a delicious friction, her tight channel massaging both our cocks in turn.

Torin picks up speed, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chases his release. I follow suit, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes that have her sobbing with pleasure.

The bed creaks ominously beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. It's a primal, animalistic scene - three people lost in a maelstrom of desire, consumed by the need to claim, to possess, to dominate.

With a final, savage thrust, Torin buries himself to the root, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot seed deep within her spasming depths. Her walls clench around him, milking every last drop as she rides out the aftershocks of her climax.

I follow suit, my own orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, muffling my groans of pleasure as I empty myself inside her welcoming heat. The sensation of our combined releases coating her insides is intensely satisfying, a tangible reminder of our claim on her.

For a long moment, we remain entwined, our bodies still joined as we bask in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy. Finally, with a contented sigh, I pull out, allowing Torin to do the same.

As our cocks slip free, a trickle of our combined essence escapes her stretched opening, glistening in the dim light. I reach down to gather some of it on my fingers, bringing them to her lips.

"Clean yourself up, little huntress," I instruct, my tone gentle despite the lingering dominance in my eyes. She parts her lips obediently, her tongue darting out to lap at my fingers with a submissivelittle moan.

"Swallow it all," I demand and she does.

"She's beautiful, isn't she, Alpha?" Torin asks.

Sable looks between the two of us, her breath hitched as if waiting for my reply.

"She is," I agree. "But, I'm still going to cut your dick off for binding her."

Torin grins. "Stop threatening me with foreplay, brother."

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