Page 72 of Reign of the Beast

“Shit!” I cried as he made me take himsodeep.

His arms wrapped around me, confining mine down by my sides as he controlled the rhythm, grinding into me like Ryker just had, torturously slow and incredibly sensual.

“Watch,” Lucian whispered in my ear, shifting us to face Jaxon and Ryker.

A thrill rolled through me as I took in the scene.

Ryker bent at the waist, grasping the tabletop in a white-hot grip as Jaxon impaled him on his cock. His face was twisted in sweet agony, his glazed eyes showing his utter rapture of being filled and dominated by someone as formidable and as powerful as Jaxon.

I threw my head back against Lucian’s chest and he chuckled darkly. “A delectable sight to behold, isn’t it, beauty?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Watching the man so used to dominating you, being commanded and used so roughly and wholly by your mate.”

“Oh my God,” I uttered on a needy, whispered breath.

“He’s reveling in every second of it. He wants it harder.” Lucian thrust up inside me, making me cry out. “Rougher,” he went on, suddenly employing his vampire speed.

I screamed, bucking against his hold, struggling to take the intensity as he abused my pussy in the most glorious way.

I could hardly breathe, hardly think.

All that existed was the incredible friction and pleasure skyrocketing faster than I’d ever experienced before.

“Please!” I cried.

He hadn’t laid another finger on my clit since we’d shifted to this position.

And I needed it.

I needed it badly.

But he didn’t give it to me.

Did he want me to beg more, was that it?

Because I would. I really would now.

I’d thought submitting like that and letting somebody own me in such a profound way would make me feel shame and like it had taken something away from me, my power and dignity.

But I’d been wrong.

It hadn’t.

It was empowering beyond belief.

And incredibly freeing.

“Lucian,” I gasped, barely able to speak with the reverberation of his vampiric thrusts.

I turned my head, nuzzling his chest.

Our eyes met, mine imploring and desperate.

His were on fire.

A sly smirk formed on his lips. “Almost time.”

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