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CHAPTER 23

Lucy

Marcus licked and suckedat my juices, ravenous in the way that he took me. This was finally my moment, the time when I would submit everything to my lovers, and we would become one. I could hardly stand the anticipation of it.

My hips wanted to move, but Marcus kept a firm grasp on them. Henry continued to kiss me while his hands snaked out and captured mine. I felt them lifted and then being fastened to the headboard. At the same moment, Marcus’ mouth left my pussy and I cried out into Henry’s kiss.

But he wasn’t leaving, Marcus was taking each of my feet and fastening the cuffs that would leave me spread before them like a feast. I felt the air on my tender folds and relished the feeling of erotic decadence. I imagined a room full of faceless men that all wanted me, were dying for just a glimpse of my naked flesh. It was nothing that I would want to have in real life, but as far as fantasies go, it caused my juices to flow even more freely.

Marcus was once again back between my thighs, pressing them obscenely wide as he ate at me.

Henry’s lips left mine for the briefest of moments as he growled, “You are ours, Lucy. Ours to fuck, to love, to cherish, and to ravish whenever we wish.”

“I am yours,” I whispered through swollen lips. “Do anything you wish.” I paused the briefest of moments before adding, “Masters.”

Henry’s eyes blazed and then he was dragging his elongated teeth along my throat and I was crying out and begging him to taste me, to take me, to do his will with me.

I cried out the moment his teeth sank into my flesh. The pleasurable pain of it immediately washing into a massive orgasm that was only extended by Marcus’ mouth on my core. One orgasm slipped into the next, and I was helpless against the torrent that continued to drag me under. I was shuddering and begging for a reprieve when Henry finally lifted his head.

In a matter of seconds, he had replaced Marcus at the juncture of my thighs. Only it wasn’t his mouth at my entrance. His massive cock felt like fire against me. I didn’t have time to wonder about how it would fit or what I should feel. Because one moment Henry was staring down at the place where our bodies met and the next he was pushing into me.

I muffled a scream as my innocence was ripped away.

“You are such a good girl,” Marcus murmured, moving up to cradle my face and offer me support. “You are taking his cock so well; we are so proud of you.”

The praise warmed me, as I searched Marcus’ eyes. I was desperate to see that my masters were proud of me, and indeed, they were. He kissed my forehead and then my mouth.

The tension and tightness from Henry had changed from the piercing pain into something else. There was still an intense amount of pressure. But as Henry pulled out and then pressed in again, slipping in my wet channel, I began to feel something delicious.

Henry fucked me slowly, deliberately. And all the while Marcus whispered words of praise.

“There Lucy, just like that.” Marcus winked at me wickedly before capturing one of my nipples and giving it a hard tug with his teeth.

I gasped; the stinging pleasure seemed to travel straight to my clit.

“Shit do that again,” Henry growled.

Marcus continued to torture my breasts in sweet ecstasy while Henry’s thrusts increased in pace. My body was spiraling, soaring, for surely there couldn’t be more pleasure to be had in this world. I couldn’t fathom it.

“It’s time,” Henry said and pulled out of me so abruptly that I cried out. “Shh, love, all will be well. We both need to be inside of you to perform the claiming.”

Both.

Inside of me.

Holy fucking shit.

“Are you alright?” Henry asked tenderly, seeing the warring emotions cross my face.

I nodded.

“Words, love.”

With one large hand, he captured my cheek as I leaned into him. I immediately felt better.

“I want this,” I said. My voice was raspy, and my eyes were sparkling with the tears that has slipped down my cheeks.

“But?” he encouraged.

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