Page 142 of Claiming Pretty

The body was the most primal part of me. It knew no morals, no judgment, no law. It only knew pleasure and pain, need and want, my sexual instincts the most natural thing in the world.

No matter how twisted this initiation was, nothing Scáth did to me could ever feel wrong.

But I could feel him fighting with himself as he pushed two fingers in to stretch me, to ready me for the size of his cock.

I could feel his torment in his jagged breath, how his hand shook as he positioned his cock at my entrance and hesitated.

My body flushed with need, ached to grab him and pull him deep inside me.

But I remained still, waiting, wanting, aching.

Finally, he pushed inside me. For a moment of bliss, thesurrounding tomb faded away and I was taken back to all the times he’d fucked me, filling me so deeply.

There was no High Lord. There was no Sochai. There was no altar, no watching guards or video recording.

I got so lost in the pleasure of him that I almost let a filthy groan escape my lips. But I caught myself.

Ciaran began to take long, steady thrusts as I remained limp beneath him.

My breasts shook with every thrust, my nipples bloomed to hardened peaks, and my bare feet swung from the edge of the table.

I knew Ty was listening to the wet sounds of me getting fucked through the listening device hidden in the necklace, Ciaran’s groans echoing in the tomb.

I imagined him watching just like he did at the doorway, his hand on his cock. Imagined him leaning over me to suck my nipples the way he did as his brother fucked me on the table.

The image was so powerful, I felt the ghost of his mouth on my breasts, felt his cock filling my mouth, and I nearly gave myself up with an uncontrollable rock of my hips as I begged for more.

I hadn’t considered how risky it would be to lose myself so completely in this little show.

But as my orgasm came barreling toward me, fear lashed me.

Oh God.

I hadn’t been able to keep myself silent when I came during my ‘test.’ I hadn’t been able to stop the groan from slipping from my lips or the way my hips had twitched up, to milk every last wave of pleasure from Ty’s cock.

What if I couldn’t stay still now?

We’d be caught. Tortured. Killed.

I tried to stop it, tried to push down the surge of pleasure, tried to pull myself back from the edge.

But it was no use.

My pussy clenched around Ciaran’s cock as he thrust into me. There was no way he didn’t sense my impending climax, his rhythm faltering for just a moment.

Then he redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder and faster, his fingers digging into my hips. I knew what he was doing—trying to mask my inevitable reaction with his own.

The pressure built inside me, a tidal wave I couldn’t hold back. Just as I was about to shatter, Ciaran let out a guttural groan, loud enough to echo off the stone walls.

His hips jerked erratically against me as he came, and in that moment of chaos, my orgasm crashed over me.

I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood, desperately fighting to keep my body still as waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.

My inner muscles clenched around Ciaran’s cock, milking him, and I prayed the pulsing would be mistaken for his own climax. Prayed that my involuntary twitches would get lost in the rough way Ciaran spasmed against me.

Then Ciaran collapsed on top of me, his arms shaking on either side of me as he kept from crushing me.

For a moment, the only sound I could hear was his ragged breathing and my heart pounding so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. It filled the silence like a war drum, beating out the fear I tried desperately to suppress.

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