Page 288 of Rage

“Shit, Ivy,” Ewan curses, coming up behind me. “Let us help you.”

He moves in front of me, settling himself on the ground beside Hurst’s lifeless body. “Come here,” he tells me, lifting me from the ground and pulling me onto his lap.

My pussy pulses, and I lick my lips, tasting the coppery tang of Hurst’s blood on my skin.

I lower myself down onto Ewan, feeling painfully full as his cock fills me up. But it’s still not enough.

“More,” I breathe, leaning forward and placing my hands on Ewan’s chest.

When I start to bob up and down, Florian is there, gathering the slick running down my legs and scooping it up to rub along my ass. I suck in a deep breath as he drags his cock along that tight hole before pressing himself inside me.

I scream at the sensation, and my entire body feels alive, like it’s finally freed of all the tethers of my life. I can’t move, I can barely even recognize what’s happening around me, but my men move for me. Ewan thrusts in and out of me, keeping time with Florian as he fucks me from behind, and I’m overcome with pure and utter bliss.

When my orgasm overtakes me, I’m panting and gasping as Ewan’s knot locks in tight and Florian spills himself inside me. The warmth that fills me is overwhelming, and I collapse on top of Ewan, Florian falling into a heap along with us.

“Thank you,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath while Ewan is still pulsing inside of me.

“Anytime, love,” Florian says with a chuckle. “You’re fucking beautiful when you rage.”

I glance at Ewan, and he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Beautiful and deadly. There’s no taming you, Ivy Allaway. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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