Page 160 of A Bond in Blood

“If you say that word again,” Ulrich whispered, “we will fuck you so hard you will lose the ability to speak.”

My mouth slammed shut and he carried me to the bed, setting me down while he placed himself on his chair.

I trembled in my spot, watching Olen undress before me. His muscled body was on full display as his clothes hit the ground, and I bit my lip.

“What do you want?” Ulrich asked from his seat.

“Control,” I replied, dropping to my knees.

Olen’s eyes went wide when my mouth wrapped around him. One hand went to the back of my head while the other gripped Ulrich’s shoulder.

I moved my lips against him, holding my fingers at his base while I worked.

“Fuck,” Olen groaned, thrusting his hips, forcing his cock down my throat.

I smiled around him, triumphant in his pleasure. When I pulled away, I met Ulrich’s eyes. He was unmoving. His gaze widened. His cock was rigid, pressing against his trousers.

I moved to him, my hands running across the fabric keeping him from me.

“You haven’t let me do this yet,” I muttered.

He said nothing.

“I have dreamt about it,” I continued. “Of your taste. Gods, have I thought about it.”

Ulrich’s eyes snapped to Olen, and I yelled out when the right hand rushed behind me, lifting my hips.

“You were warned,” Olen laughed, slapping my bare skin.

My eyes went wide, and I met Ulrich’s wild smile. His hand ran along my jaw.

“You want this?” he asked.

I turned my gaze to the prize I was determined to claim, wanting the pulse of him in my hands and mouth.

I nodded.

“Open your legs for him,” Ulrich demanded.

I did as he told me, and Olen lifted my hips higher letting out a groan when I was exposed to him.

“Fuck her,” Ulrich demanded, not pulling his eyes from me.

My body went tight at the sound of Olen slipping on a sheath, but I held onto Ulrich’s gaze. Determined to win this battle.

Olen’s hands returned to my body, lifting my hips into the air in his monstrously, strong arms.

“Scream for him,” Ulrich said as his eyes flared.

I nodded.

Olen slammed into me with Ulrich’s order, and I screamed out, gripping Ulrich’s thighs.

“Oh Gods,” I cried, then my eyes wide as the word left my lips.

Both men laughed and Olen picked up his pace. Slamming into me until I could no longer focus on my desire to have Ulrich in my mouth.

My head went limp against Ulrich’s thigh while Olen continued thrusting. The pleasure was so much I could barely breathe. I could only hold onto Ulrich with all my might, terrified I would fall into oblivion.

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