Page 17 of Carnival Mayhem

“Let me go! Get off me!”

Colt grabs my wrist from behind in one large palm, his other hand snaking around my throat, not enough to hurt, but a clear statement of possession.

“Keep fighting. It only makes my dick harder.”

His words send a shiver down my spine. I know I could make it stop. I could say the safe word. I don’t want it to end. Despite my protests, I want them to take me, to claim me. It’s confusing, exhilarating, and terrifying all at once. Ever since my assault, nothing has made sense. It’s like I crave sex all the time.

I kick out, my heel connecting with Nash’s shin. He grunts in response but doesn’t let up, his lips trailing down my neck.

“You dirty fucker, Colt.” Nash’s voice is a low growl. “Getting off on her reluctance.”

I shouldn’t like it, but I do. It’s different from what I experienced before, where I had no choice. Now, I have the power to stop it, but I don’t want to. I want to play the reluctant captive, surrendering to their demands.

I squirm as Nash’s fingers dig into my hips, his eyes dark with hunger. He tears at my leotard, the fabric ripping with aloud shred, and I’m helpless to stop him. My panties soon follow, leaving me exposed and wanting.

“Fucking hell, she’s drenched.” Nash’s voice is hoarse as he rubs his nimble fingers along my wet slit, teasing my lips.

I moan at how good his touch feels, even as I try to cover myself, feeling suddenly shy under the heated gaze of these gorgeous men.

But Colt grabs my wrists, pinning them behind me. For a moment I feel the fabric of his shirt against my bare nipples. I shiver and writhe in excitement. “None of that, angel. You want this as much as we do.” His voice in my ear brings out a wanton cry from my lips, surprising myself.

I do want this. All of it. And that realization only makes me struggle more. It’s madness. This is madness. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t be enjoying it. But how they look at me, like I’m their entire world, is too much to resist.

“Colt, get down on your knees and make her come. Nice and slow.” Nash’s command is firm, his dominance evident.

Colt bristles, his alpha nature clashing with Nash’s order. But something passes between them, a silent agreement, and he drops to his knees. I whimper as his warm breath ghosts over my sensitive skin, his tongue tracing patterns on my clit that send shivers through me.

I feel my legs open, my body ready and eager.

“That’s it, Colt. Lick that sweet pussy.” Nash’s fingers tighten in my hair, holding my head still so I can’t look away from the sight of Colt on his knees between my thighs. “You like that, don’t you? Being told what to do. Being a good boy for us.”

Colt’s eyes flash with something primal as he looks up at Nash, and his dick grows visibly hard in his tight pants. He growls, the sound vibrating against me, and I can’t hold back a desperate moan. This is too much, too intense. But I don’t want it to stop.

“Stop, please!” My pleas fall on deaf ears as Colt teases and caresses my clit, his tongue stroking and circling me with practiced precision.

I feel his fingers grasp my ass, and one slides up and down between the soft mounds of flesh there. His finger brushing against my asshole sends a jolt of arousal through my body. I almost forget to fight, it feels so good.

“That’s it. Let yourself feel it.” Nash’s voice is low and rough, filled with need. “You like this, don’t you? You like the way he makes you feel.” His voice lowers. “You love that I’m watching.”

The shame washes over me in waves, clouding my already blurred judgment.

“Enough!” I push at Nash’s shoulders, trying to break free. “Let me go!”

Nash laughs, the sound cold and cruel. “I’m sick of your protests. We both know you’re a dirty little slut who can’t wait to get her holes filled by our cocks.”

The harsh words hit me like a slap, reminding me of the times my foster brothers forced themselves on me, their friends laughing as they held me down. But this is different. This time, I asked for it. I chose this.

“You’re so fucking responsive.” Nash’s voice is a combination of wonder and lust.

My head spins as Nash pulls away, removing the illusion of safety his body provides. The cool night air washes over my heated skin, goosebumps rising along my arms. I feel exposed and vulnerable but also powerful. These men, so strong and in control, have been reduced to primal need because of me.

“I think she needs something in her mouth to keep her quiet.” Nash’s eyes glitter with amusement as he takes in my flushed face. “Sit on Colt’s face while I plug it with my cock.”

Before I can protest, he’s wrapping my hair around his fist and pushing me to my knees.

Colt lies down so I’m straddling his face and continues to devour me like a starving man. I’m trapped between two men, completely at their mercy.

I struggle initially, not wanting to give in so easily, but Nash is relentless. . I watch as he drops his pants, his cock springing free in the moonlight. I hear Colt’s sharp inhale as Nash stands strong and naked from the waist down. I gulp. He’s huge.

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