Page 26 of Claiming Sarah

She nodded once and left us in the temple.

“Come here.” I grabbed at Deacon’s uniform to try and bring him in for a kiss.

But he didn’t budge and frowned at me. “You…you weren’t breathing a moment ago.”

“You didn’t have a heartbeat, either,” Jac added.

“And now, I do.” I sat up and put Jac’s hand over my heart. “Feel that?”

“But you—”

I kissed Jac to shut him up. I was done talking. I pushed him back onto the stone and straddled his lap, while I tore at his uniform. I needed my hands on the warmth of his body. When I touched his skin, it was like his heat nourished me. I kissed him harder, and we yanked our clothes out of the way.

Deacon soon stood over us. “You almost died again, Sarah.”

“And I didn’t,” I said, grinning up at him, both me and Jac now naked. “So help me celebrate because whatever the fuck just happened left me needing you both,right now.”

He closed his eyes in frustration but removed his uniform anyway. Jac and I watched until his body was on full display. I reached out for his cock—it was unusually half-hard—and whenI wrapped my fingers around his shaft, I pulled him closer by using it, making him stand over Jac.

As soon as I licked him, he groaned and his cock perked right up and gave me all his attention. I could only get my mouth just around the head and another inch or two down his shaft, so I used both of my hands to cover the distance between me and his groin. His salty skin was velvety against my tongue.

While I sucked his cock, Jac rubbed the head of his erection against my pussy. I rolled myself back against him, taking his body into mine. I sank down onto him, filling me up and making me groan. Something was different, and I could tell what it was, but I wasn’t about to stop, either.

Jac gasped louder than usual as my pussy pulsed around his dick. “Fuck, baby, you feel electric.”

I released Deacon’s cock just in time to see Jac’s violet eyes flutter back. He swelled up inside me, tormenting my G-spot in all the right ways. He felt too damned good,allof his inches shockingly inside me—I thought I might come right then.

He swore beneath his breath and demanded, “You gotta stop—you’re gonna make me come!”

But I rode him harder instead, milking his cock with my tight channel. “What if that’s what I want?”

“Too soon, too soon,” he panted frantically, trying to hold out against this new sorcery of mine.

“That’s so unlike you,” Deacon taunted Jac.

“Fuck you,” Jac growled angrily. “You’ll get your turn.”

He grabbed my hips and ground me against him, his control splintering. His body contracted, jerking hard as he came in a roar until his voice was hoarse and the pleasure finally ebbed. As he panted and stared up at me in disbelief, Deacon rolled me off of him and onto my back.

Quickly, he laid on top of me and lined his cock up, his lust filled eyes holding mine. “I must know what enthralled Jac so much.”

He thrust into me roughly and his mouth dropped open in shock as he buried his cock to the hilt. “Fuck yes!”

I gasped as he pounded me into the stone floor, his back arched, pushing him deeper still. Every inch of him hit the right spots all over, and I clutched his shoulders, needing an anchor point to hang on to for the ride. There was no more discomfort when he thrust into me—unlike all the other times we had sex, he didn’t bottom out. He was able to put his full length into me.

My insides had changed—shifted somehow. I didn’t understand it, but in the moment, I didn’t care, either. I secured my legs around Deacon’s waist and rode upwards from beneath him, bucking my hips in time to his savage fucking.

I loved every second of it. I bit his chest, and he snarled at me. I nipped another spot harder, my teeth vibrating from his shouts and growls as he slammed into me, again and again.

Suddenly, my orgasm swept over my whole body. Engulfed in pleasure, burning from the inside out. My screams filled the temple, along with Deacon’s grunts and groans as he joined me as we both soared over the edge and straight into sublime pleasure.

CHAPTER 8

Jacaranda

The left side of my body burned. I shoved the source away, not really conscious of what I had done. Not until I heard a dull thump and Deacon’s grumpy, gravelly voice, “The hell, Jac?”

My eyes shot open. Everything was too bright, so they closed again. I rubbed my forehead and rolled over to see what I had done and found Deacon on his back and elbows on the floor of his bedroom, grimacing from the jarring impact.

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