Page 105 of Breaker

The feeling is heady. These two powerful men, desperate for me.

Like he can feel the need blooming inside me, Viper pushes my knee down , opening my legs wider. My cheeks flame from how exposed I am, but desire ticks up, growing hotter with the way his eyes drift over my naked flesh.

“You want these cocks, Princess?” Striker asks, matching Vipers rough strokes. As his hand slides up, Viper’s does as well, and when they reach the tips they both roll their palms over the head, gathering pre-cum and using it coat their length.

My pussy throbs at the sight, and that deep, dark need rushes to the surface of my skin, heating it.

“What do you want, Princess?” Striker says, his voice throaty with desire.

Them.Striker, Viper. I want Reaper here too.

How did this even happen? How have I let it?

“Shhhh,“ Striker whispers. “You’re getting caught in your head, Princess.”

Viper moves in closer, his hot, slick tip hitting the inside of my leg. “You want this cock,mo leannan? Show me where you want it.”

My pussy throbs and they both look down to the space between my thighs. I spent a week wanting them, and they’re forcing me to admit it. That dark, needy place they carved out for them aches to be touched. To feel their whispered worships against my skin. To have them again, like before, filling me up their promises, their attention, and their desire so that I don’t feel empty.

Because that’s what they have given me. Everything I’ve ever wanted. My father protected me to the point of drowning me in his power. I wasn’t touched unless Rune approved. I’ve craved this type of attention, this type of desire and I’m getting it from them, right now.

I prop myself on one elbow, and my other hand moves lower, that desire for them growing hotter and hotter as they both focus on my hand. I place a finger delicately on my clit.

“So pretty,” Viper says, tugging along his shaft. “Is that were you ache?”

I bite my lip. Striker, groans as I circle the nub. I nod.

“Show us how to make it feel better.”

I squeeze my eyes closed. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, but with the way they’re looking at me, I feel like a goddess, so I widen my legs and circle my clit, dipping my finger to my opening to gather wetness.

“Fuck,” Striker hisses. “Again.”

I repeat the movement. It’s almost obscene, how wet I am. I can feel it dripping down to my ass crack and all I’m doing is watching them stroke themselves.

“What do you think about when you touch that pretty clit?” Viper asks, giving his dick a harsh stroke.

“You,” I say, because I do. “All of you.”

“Naughty thing,” Striker grates. “You play with your little clit and thing about us?”

“Yes,” I say, feeling braver. Powerful under their wolfish eyes.

“Us doing what?” Viper asks. “With our fingers or our mouths?”

My answer leaves in an exhale. “Both.”

“Eating your pussy?”

I nod

“Fingering you?”

I add another finger, using two to circle my clit as I add more pressure.

“Do you think about us fucking you?” Striker asks.

“All the time.”

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