Page 127 of Claiming Pretty

But the dual sensations of his mouth on me and Ty’s cock sliding in and out of my throat were almost too much to bear.

It was becoming too much of a temptation to just throwit all away—fuck the Sochai, the meeting with the High Lord, the chance to take down those evil fuckers.

Writhing on the floor with Ty and Ciaran all night, screaming so loud our neighbors had to call the cops, kept sounding better and better.

It was what my body wanted.

It was what my soul wanted, too.

I could feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, screaming for release.

Even as I urged it on, part of me feared the oncoming wave. It would be my ultimate test of will. Could I remain still as the two men I loved brought me to orgasm?

Just as I teetered on the edge of bliss, Ciaran pulled away. The abrupt loss of contact left me aching, my inner muscles clenching around nothing.

I wanted to whimper, to beg him to continue, but I remained silent and still, clinging to my resolve with every ounce of willpower I possessed.

“No,” Ciaran growled, his voice raw with desire and frustration. “You won’t be able to hold back when Ifuckyou.”

He was furious at the thought that I would win. He was determined to break me.

Ty chuckled darkly, still buried deep in my throat. “Then fuck her and make it good. But my money is on her.”

I heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt buckle being undone.

I felt Ciaran position himself between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance so much thicker than two fingers.

My body tensed involuntarily, anticipation coiling tight in my core. But I forced myself to relax, to remain pliant and unresponsive.

With a low growl, Ciaran thrust into me. The sudden fullness, the delicious stretch, nearly undid me.

In my head, I screamed and arched my back so I could take him deeper. But I held on to that darkness within me, letting it consume me, using it to stay still.

“Fuck,” Ciaran hissed through gritted teeth. “So tight. So wet.”

He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, then building in speed and intensity. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, threatening to shatter my control.

I focused on my breathing, on the weight of Ty’s cock in my mouth, using it as an anchor to keep myself grounded.

Ciaran’s pace increased, his hips snapping against mine with growing urgency, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, punctuated by ragged breaths and low groans.

Ty’s hand tightened in my hair as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each movement.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Take us both.”

The sensations of being filled from both ends were overwhelming. Every nerve in my body sang with pleasure, my core tightening as my orgasm built relentlessly. I was a live wire, crackling with electricity, teetering on the edge of explosion.

Ciaran’s rhythm faltered, his movements becoming desperate and erratic as he slammed into me.

“Scream, damn you,” he yelled, his anger palpable, hisvoice strained with need. “Moan, writhe, flinch, something,anything.”

I remained motionless, even as Ciaran’s desperate pleas sent a thrill through me.

Ty chuckled darkly, the vibrations reverberating through his cock and into my throat. “She won’t break, brother. Our little hummingbird is stronger than you think.”

Ciaran growled as he pounded into me like he hated me, each thrust threatening to shatter my resolve.

His cock hit that perfect spot deep inside me, again and again, stoking the fire that burned white-hot in my core.

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