Page 164 of A Bond in Blood

“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes.”

Ulrich stayed unmoving while Olen began to thrust softly. The sensation was so much. Too much and not enough all at once. Tight at first, but then pure ecstasy within moments of Olen’s movements starting.

“More,” I begged, gripping Ulrich’s shoulder.

Olen’s hands pulled my arms from Ulrich, holding them at the base of my lower back. Lifting me so my breasts were bared to the king.

“You want more?” Ulrich said, his eyes burning with passion.

“Please,” I cried. “Please.”

Olen kept his grip on me, his hands restraining my arms, and together they moved. In sync. In mind-numbing thrusts that took the breath from my lungs.

I could not find the air to let out my screams of pleasure the faster they moved together. My mind wandered, allowing myself to realize they were rubbing against each other inside of me, their bodies touching.

Gods, I could barely stand it.

Olen’s grip went tighter while his moans grew louder and soon Ulrich followed. Their hips went faster, forcing more screams from my lips with the sharp inhale that I took.

“Fuck,” Ulrich cried out, thrusting upward while Olen’s hips did the same.

I jolted with the pressure of them both fully inside of me as they shook below and behind me.

It was a prize feeling them both lose themselves in their release, and knowing my body had brought that for them.

Olen let out a sigh, pulling away first while I remained on Ulrich’s chest. Ulrich’s hands ran down my body.

“Brenna?” he asked.

I could not move.

“Princess?” Olen whispered.

I sat up, staring at them both.

“That was amazing,” I muttered while my cheeks warmed.

Olen grinned, leaning forward and kissing me. His hands ran down my body, stopping at my belly.

“You’re not done,” Ulrich said, pulling me from the kiss.

Olen gripped me, forcing me to lay between them both. They each grabbed an arm, splaying me out while their bodies laid on my limbs, holding me in place.

“Scream for us,” Ulrich whispered while his fingers entered me.

“Let go,” Olen added, circling my clit.

I jolted, trying to fight the pressure they were forcing me to release.

“I have already—” My protest stopped when Ulrich began to curl his fingers up.

“You are not done,” he whispered.

My head went against the pillow as they worked. Both of them let out moans of appreciation while they played with my body. Putting me completely at their mercy.

Forcing me to scream out with my orgasm.

It was as maddening as before. Consuming my mind and soul.

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