Page 52 of Victoria's Embrace

“It’s perfect,” she breathed.

Vi’kail cleared his throat nervously at her back. “We didn’t know how you wanted to handle the, uh, arrangements. If you don’ want us all together, we can—”

Turning to face them, she shook her head. “It’s perfect. As long as y’all are comfortable? I don’t want you to feel like you have to—”

That time Thorn cut her off with a quiet, “We are a family. You are ours equally, as we are equally yours.”

She couldn’t stop a few tears from overflowing and rolling down her cheeks. Meeting each of their gazes, she whispered, “I love you.”

Smiling mischievously, she brushed the tears away and took a backward step into the room, warmth and anticipation pooling low in her stomach.

“Should we christen our new home?”

Like a switch had been flipped, their expressions became predatory, making her pulse triple. Shoulder to shoulder, they advanced, their gazes locked on her. Without breaking stride, Thegan reached back and swung the door shut.

Gasping when she bumped into something, she took her eyes off them for a split second to check behind her. That was all the opening they needed.

Like hunters seeing an opening, they struck.

Chapter 31

Between one breath and the next, Victoria found herself flat on her back in the middle of the massive bed, her guys looming over her.

Without giving her time to brace, Vi’kail dove at her with a hungry groan, taking her lips while Thegan and Thorn worked together to undress her, kissing, licking, and biting every inch of skin they uncovered.

She gasped when she felt someone settle between her legs and hook her thighs over his shoulders. She tried to break from Vi’kail’s hungry kiss to see who it was, but he wouldn’t let her, holding her still with a delicate, but unbreakable, grip on her chin.

The not knowing set her heart to racing, had her pussy slick and her nipples hard. At the first teasing brush of tongues over her swollen, heated flesh, her back bowed and a strangled moan caught in her throat.

A low chuckle told her it was Thegan just as he sank a finger inside her and closed his lips around her throbbing clit. At the same time, Thorn took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking in time with Thegan’s pulls on her clit.

Vi’kail swallowed her cries with a growl, cupping her other breast, rolling and flicking her nipple.

Victoria felt like she was coming apart at the seams. It was too much pleasure, too much sensation all at once, coming from too many places. She was drowning under it.

Writhing and panting under them, she sank her fingers into Vi’kail’s back and Thorn’s shoulder, trying to breathe through the onslaught, but they were relentless, pushing her higher and higher.

An orgasm hit her out of nowhere, shattering in its intensity. Every muscle went rigid. The breath locked in her chest before rushing out of her on moan after moan.

They didn’t even let her come down fully before she was being moved onto hands and knees. Shaking and whimpering with the waves of pleasure still crashing through her, she tried to lock her arms so she didn’t collapse.

Thegan’s big hand wrapped around her hip, holding her in place as he slicked his cock through her wetness then pushed inside her. Letting her head fall forward with a groan, she panted through his entry, muscles twitching around the invasion.

Once fully seated, he didn’t give her any time to come down from the high. He immediately began fucking her, slow and hard. The raised bumps lining the top of his shaft and the powerful drive of his hips forced her into another orgasm before she’d managed to stop shuddering from the first.

With a low, choked groan, he buried himself to the hilt and bowed over her back, pumping her full of his release, his cock jerking with every spurt in the tight sheath of her pussy while she came apart beneath him.

Eyes still squeezed shut, she felt hands lift her off of and away from Thegan, hauling her against a broad, hard chest so she was straddling his lap. Forcing her lids open, she gazed up at Thorn’s harsh face.

Despite two powerful orgasms, she felt her still fluttering walls clench at the naked hunger tightening his features and whimpered.

With a snarl on his lips and fire in his eyes, he held her gaze as he lowered her, torturously slow, onto the hard, thick pole of his cock. Moaning deep in her throat, her head fell back, her fingers curling into claws on his shoulders.

Holding her waist in a tight grip, he undulated her hips over him, keeping his cock buried deep and her clit in constant contact with his groin.

“Oh god, oh god, I can’t… ”

“You will,” he growled.

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