Page 87 of Claiming Pretty

My vision blurred as pleasure surged through me, every nerve ending alight with sensation. I cried out around the knife handle, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

Scáth groaned behind me, his hips stuttering as my inner walls clenched around him.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “That’s it. Milk my cock with that tight little cunt.”

His cock seemed to swell impossibly larger inside me, stretching me to my limits. The overstimulation bordered on painful, but in the most exquisite way.

With a guttural groan, his hips jerked as he came, his cock pulsing inside me, flooding my insides. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he ground against me, prolonging his pleasure.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice raw and ragged. “Take it all, rabbit. Every last fucking drop.”

I whimpered around the knife handle as he marked me as his from the inside out.

But as my pleasure haze began to fade, a terrible realization slammed into me, leaving me breathless.

God. We were so loud.

Ty would have heard it all.

Every moan, every cry, every dirty word must have echoed through the walls, slicing him like the knife I just came around.

A wave of guilt surged, threatening to pull me under,and I had to fight it—clawing for air, for composure, for something to make it hurt less.

I didn’t want to hurt him. I never did.

But it didn’t matter what I wanted.

Somehow, I kept breaking him anyway, over and over just by loving his brother.

I fell asleep naked next to Scáth in his bed, still worrying about it.

And woke up when someone stuffed something into my mouth.

AVA

Igasped, but the sound barely escaped around the material shoved into my mouth.

I tasted my familiar musk and sweetness and knew this was the ruined panties that Scáth had cut off me earlier. What sick fuck—?

Before I could spit it out, a strip of tape was slapped roughly over my lips, sealing my scream in my throat.

My heart jackhammered as the weight of a body loomed over my naked body, a figure shrouded in shadows and a mask.

Scáth?

No… My head snapped to the side. Scáth was lying beside me, still and unresponsive.

Unmoving.

Fuck. This wasn’t Scáth waking me for sex games. This was an intruder trying to take me. The Sochai had sent him.

Panic exploded in my chest, and I thrashed instinctively, my fists flying toward the intruder.

“Scáth!” I tried to scream, but his name came out as a muffled cry.

He didn’t wake.

A jolt of terror shot through me, my body going cold even as I swung again, connecting with Scáth’s arm. No reaction.

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