Page 295 of The Reluctant Hero

I start crawling toward him, desperate to put the erection to good use. Mikael distracts me as he lies down like an offering. I gape as I take in his reclining form. He crooks a finger at me, straightening his cock away from his belly with the other hand.

I hurry to straddle his hips and get him inside me. It isn’t as easy as I hoped it would be. I’m soaked, but he’s big.

“Rakas,” he croons softly, gaining my frustrated attention. “Slow first.”

These assholes are going to kill me.

A large hand wraps around the back of my neck and squeezes. The tight hold freezes me in place, his tip at my entrance.

“Be good.” His eyes are focused on me, his breathing shaky but even. His accent is heavy when he continues. “We’ve all been waiting for you. No need to rush. Just enjoy.”

I barely hear Ace mutter, “Fuck that. She’s been torturin’ us for days, Mik.”

“Serves you right,” Mikael tosses back. His hand squeezes again, making my breaths come out stuttered.

I slowly let myself sink down on him. I use my body weight without force. When the pinch of pain becomes too strong, I back off and start again. I brace myself with my palms on his abs.

“Good,” he sighs, and his thumb strums my clit.

I choke as an orgasm finally breaks over me, shuddering with his length halfway in me. My hips undulate helplessly, my nails digging into his skin. I try to hold myself still because the temptation to slam down on him is almost uncontrollable. It weakens my orgasm until I want to cry over the loss.

“I didn’t say stop,” Mikael’s voice darkens into a rasp.

“You said slow,” I protest with a whine. “I’m t-trying.”

He makes a rough sound and uses the hand on my neck to pull my chest to his. I’m too short to reach his lips for a kiss. He urges me to rest my cheek against his chest. The sound of his heart slamming against his ribs has my walls fluttering over him. He cradles me close, stroking my back in a soothing way that relaxes me. The tears of frustration aren’t as close anymore. His cock throbs with an echo of his heartbeat inside me.

Liquid pours along the seam of my ass. A lot of it.

I try to turn my head and find out what it is, but Mikael has a tighter hold on me than I thought.

A finger explores my hole, more lube added for every thrust inside. I’m lost to the heady feel of dark pleasure. My hips move over Mikael, a barely there thrust of movement that makes him groan. I can feel the vibration of sound all through me.

Another finger gets added easily. I’m ready for it. A slight burn and then pure bliss. My rocking over Mikael’s cock gets harder.

“Here we go, darlin’,” Ace whispers from behind me. “It’ll feel so much better soon.”

“You tell us if it’s too much,rakas,” Mikael demands from below me.

I feel weak as I nod and try to breathe.

The fingers retreat, and I feel the tip of Ace’s cock there. My body tenses, freezing up.

A heavy slap lands on my right ass cheek, the sting making me yelp and grind down on Mikael.

“Relax,” Mikael grunts, the motions of his hand becoming soothing on my back again.

While he soothes me above, below his hips shift until he’s barely moving inside me. I tighten over his length, digging my nails into his sides.

“Better,” Ace rasps and lines up again. His hands go to my hips, keeping me still as he slowly enters me.

Between the stretch from Mikael’s cock and the burning entrance of Ace’s slow assault, I lose my air.

“Relax,rakas,” Mikael’s hand tightens over me.

My body jerks without thought, my mind awash in sensation.

“Oh fuck,” Ace slurs out as if he’s drunk. “So tight.”

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