Page 53 of Victoria's Embrace

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face against him, sinking her teeth into the hard muscle of his pec, trying to muffle her rising cries as an orgasm coiled tighter and tighter inside her.

He growled when he felt her walls clamp down over him. Grip tightening, he stopped the maddening rocking of her hips and lifted her slightly away from him so he could begin driving into her in short, hammering thrusts.

Body shaking with the force of his possession, breaths coming in gasping cries, Victoria threw her head back and screamed as she came.

Thorn’s pace stuttered then picked up speed before he slammed home, his cock swelling, bucking hard as he emptied himself inside her.

He had time to press a kiss to her neck before she felt Vi’kail’s heat warm her back.

His voice a rough growl, ragged with need, Vi’kail whispered into her ear, “My turn, little flower.”

Thundering heart skipping a beat, breaths sawing in and out, she shivered, skin prickling with anticipation as he dragged her off of Thorn’s cock and laid her on the bed, her chest and shoulders flat to the mattress, her ass raised, thighs spread, flushed, swollen pussy exposed.

With a low, throaty sound of approval, he sank inside her. He wasn’t fast. Nor was he gentle. Vi’kail ruthlessly drove her to the edge only to pull back until release slipped out of reach. Over and over again, until she was whimpering and clutching the sheets under her, until she was feverishly muttering threats, demands, pleas. Only when she was mindless, delirious with need, did he begin fucking her in earnest, holding her still as he drove into her roughly.

Victoria had time to draw in a single, sobbing breath before ecstasy erupted inside her with such intensity spots danced in front of her eyes.

With a low, stuttering growl, Vi’kail laid himself over her back, his weight forcing her flat to the bed, and slowly, relentlessly pushed the swollen knot at the base of his cock past her clinging walls.

She gave a hoarse scream of pleasure. Her hips bucked up against him helplessly, taking him even deeper, as she clenched around him, again and again.

“Mine,” he snarled just before he clamped his fangs down on the sensitive skin of her neck, almost, but not quite breaking the skin.

The sting of his bite only added to the sensations flooding her, layering into the hard weight of his body pinning her, the tight stretch of his knot inside her, the fluttering of his frills over her clit, and the powerful jets of his cum as he filled her with surge after surge of heat until she was full, overflowing.

When they could breathe again, he withdrew slowly, sending a shiver down her spine, then tipped to the side, collapsing onto his back beside her, making her bounce a little on the bed.

Groaning, Victoria lay there, absolutely positive her noodle arms wouldn’t support her weight even to push her onto her back.

“Best. Christening. Ever,” she slurred, smiling a little drunkenly.

Masculine chuckles answered her. The bed shifted just before Thegan bent to nuzzle her neck.

“I adore you, my sweet.” He laughed when she mumbled something back that, even to her own ears, was incoherent. “Sleep. We will prepare food for our tiny, worn out mate.”

Thorn was next, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek, adding a quick nip to her shoulder before he climbed off the bed to join Thegan in the kitchen.

Feeling Vi’kail push himself up with a groan and lean over her, she cracked a single eye open to see him scrutinizing her face, his pretty, purple eyes narrowed with concern.

“You okay, baby? I didn’t- I wasn’t too rough?”

Snorting weakly, she murmured, “Shush you. That was amazing. Now, be quiet. I’m sleeping.”

Chuckling lowly, he bent to rub his face in her curls and, devilish fiend that he was, slid a hand between her legs, giving her still swollen clit a caress, chuckling again when she gasped for him.

“Crik, but I love you, woman.”

Covering her with a blanket and pressing a final kiss to her hair, he, too, left for the kitchen.

A short nap and a quick shower later, Victoria left the bedroom. Following the sound of masculine voices, she paused to lean against the wall at the end of the hallway, watching silently as her guys moved around the kitchen, bantering with one another as they worked together to make dinner.

The scene was so… comfortable, so cozy and inviting, as if they’d been a family for ages and knew each other, how to work together, knew instinctively when and where to move so they were a seamless team.

Emotion swelled in her chest, making it hard to breathe for a moment.

Thegan noticed her first, catching her eye and holding out a hand for her to take. There was the smallest moment of hesitation, the smallest second of worrying that her joining them would throw off their flow, that she would be the wrench in their seamlessness, before she pushed off the wall and joined them.

She needn't have worried.

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