Page 32 of Enemies By Fate

The sensations washing over me are irresistibly intense. But still, it’s not enough. I want to be claimed by them in the most intimate way, to be theirs as I was intended to be.

Sliding Malachi out of my mouth, I cock my head back and look at Warrick through hazy, desiring eyes.

“Take me,” I rasp. “Now.”

Asher moves out from under me, his strong hands prying my willing legs fully apart as Warrick poises his rigid, ready dick between my dripping core.

Gently, he slips and slides his shaft along the slickness, pressing his tip to my entrance.

Malachi’s movements slow down, allowing me only a second to adjust before Warrick plunges fully into me without mercy.

His massiveness steals my breath, the brothers falling into sync as they push and pull into me, my hips rocking forward and backward to match their frenzied rhythm.

Within seconds, another orgasm builds, this one even more intense. And as I’m getting close, Malachi’s cock hardens even more in my mouth, signifying he’s close to the edge, too.

I raise a hand and wrap my fingers around the base of his length, squeezing him to intensify his orgasm. And my efforts pay off, his release coating my tongue as I swallow every drop, while I release at the same time, making him taste even sweeter.

Blood rushes through me, my head spinning, and Malachi pulls out, his absence leaving a void I need to be filled.

“That’s a good girl, Poppy,” Warrick says from behind me. “I love feeling your tight pussy come around my dick.”

The words drive me crazy. I want to be their good girl.

“Asher,” I breathe, “come here.”

And he obeys my orders, taking Malachi’s place at my mouth.

Warrick continues to pound into me, driving me to heights I never imagined possible. His fingers dig into my waist, his movements becoming more erratic, just before he fills me with his seed.

His grunts of pleasure are like music to my ears, and my body reacts, bringing me to the precipice once again.

How many orgasms can a girl have? I never knew such primal pleasure was possible.

Warrick pulls out, but his attention to my pussy doesn’t relent. He replaces his dick with his fingers, circling my clit with his thumb. Malachi is beside me as well, trailing kisses over my back, igniting sensations over my entire body.

This is exactly what I need.

Asher isn’t slowing down, pumping in and out of my mouth, chasing his own release

“Come for us now,” Malachi orders me, and I nod, whimpering. His words are enough for me, and I obey his command, releasing once more, simultaneously with Asher.

“Good girl,” Warrick growls as I ride his hand, relishing the waves of my orgasm undulating through me.

With a grunt, I collapse onto the bed, along with my mates, in a tangle of arms and legs, savoring the warmth and protection of them.

My head nestles on Asher’s shoulder, and I notice his Tree of Life tattoo for the first time as he wraps his arm possessively around me. It makes me smile.

Outside, the sky returns to normal, as if moments ago, it had not just exploded in chaos to celebrate our bond with the world.

“Are you all right?” Asher whispers in my ear.

I nod, still unable to find my voice, my body trembling.

“I’ll get some water,” Malachi volunteers.

“No!” I say. “Don’t.”

They look at me in surprise, and I grin. “Just… stay for a minute. I want to remember this.”

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