Page 105 of Claiming Pretty

Ciaran’s grip on me tightened as Ty approached. He growled, primal and possessive, his hips never faltering in their punishing rhythm.

I felt the vibration of his growl in my bones, low and feral, as Ty drew closer.

“Back off,” Ciaran snarled over his shoulder, his voice rough and dangerous. His arm slid from my neck and shot out to shove Ty away.

Ty moved too quickly, his reflexes sharp. He sidestepped Ciaran’s clumsy attempt with ease, his eyes blazing with a determined fury that unnerved me.

He didn’t stop moving, circling us like a predator, his focus locked on me like I was his ultimateprize.

Ciaran’s movements became erratic, torn between his desperate need to claim me and his instinct to fend off his brother. His thrusts grew wilder, more frenzied, as if he could somehow fuck Ty’s very existence away.

I cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body, my head spinning at the raw primal masculine energy thickening the air. Their fight wasn’t just for dominance; it was forme, and the intensity of their need set every cell in my body alight.

My body was on fire, my nerves buzzing with a desperate need for release.

I was so fucking close.

“Mine,” Ciaran hissed as my pussy clenched around him.

But Ty, with the fluid grace of a predator, seized his opportunity.

In one swift motion, he hooked his arm around Ciaran’s waist and wrenched him backward. The sudden movement sent us all tumbling to the forest floor in a tangle of limbs and leaves.

Ciaran’s cock was pulled from my body, my body aching at the sudden cruel emptiness. I let out a whimper as my nearing orgasm began to fade.

Ty recovered first, grabbing me, lifting me by the hips back to all fours.

“Mine.” He thrust back inside me from behind, his possessiveness making me cry out. “Come forme, Ava.”

I was helpless as he held me down and fucked me in front of Ciaran, racing me back to the edge.

Ciaran scowled, his face contorting with anger as he scrambled toward us. He punched Ty, the sound of a fist on flesh echoing through the forest, and suddenly, I was empty again.

I whimpered, my body trembling as my release fell away.

“No, come forme.” Ciaran yanked my hips toward him, my knees scraping the ground with a delicious flare of pain.He filled me with one smooth motion, thrusting into me, reclaiming me.

I screamed with pleasure, with need and frustration as both boys fought over me, shoving and punching each other off me in an attempt to be the one to make me come.

I was filled and emptied and filled again until I could barely tell which cock was whose.

I was brought to the edge and pulled back, again and again.

Until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I scrambled forward, pushing Ciaran onto his back and sliding my mouth down over his cock, pinning him down, taking control of him.

His groan of pleasure rumbled through me as I took him deep into my mouth.

His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as I worked him with my tongue. The taste of him, musky and primal, filled my senses.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I bobbed my head, relishing the way his hips bucked involuntarily. But it worked. He forgot all about trying to fight Ty off me.

I lifted my ass high in the air, exposed and vulnerable, the air cool on my wet folds, making me shiver with need.

As I’d hoped, Ty strong hands gripped my hips as he thrust into me, filling me completely. I fell deeper onto Scáth’s cock.

“Fuck,” Ciaran cried out. “Again.”

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