Page 78 of Claimed By the Damned

Ethan and Ryker kneel naked on the bed, waiting. Heat radiates off their bodies, the air thick with anticipation. In the corner, Bastian sits in his large armchair, me draped naked over his lap, facing the other two men. His powerful thighs support my weight, one strong hand splayed possessively across my breast as I lean back on him, the other... busy.

His fingers delve between my legs, slick with my wetness as he slowly thumbs my swollen folds, occasionally flicking lightly over my clit. A low tremor runs through me with each sensitive touch, my hips instinctively trying to press back into his hand. I keep my gaze locked on Ethan and Ryker, watching their own cocks twitch in response to the sight.

Both men watch us, their gazes intense and hungry, waiting for direction—Bastian's direction. He isn't looking at them; his darkeyes are fixed on his own hand’s movements between my legs, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He knows they're watching. He knowsIknow they're watching.

He swipes a finger deliberately through my slick folds one last time, drawing a choked gasp from me, before leaning over, his lips brushing my ear. "Go on, Little One," he murmurs, low and rough. "Show the boys how wet you are for them. Give Daddy a show" His thumb strokes slowly over my hip bone, a silent underscoring of his command.

A deeper tremor runs through me, a mix of nerves, embarrassment, and desperate need. After the attack, the fear, the uncertainty... Icravethis connection, this grounding. With all of them. Looking from Ethan's hopeful gaze to Ryker's demanding one, then feeling the weight of Bastian's controlling presence beneath and behind me, I know this is what I need. Whatweneed.

Taking a breath that does little to steady my racing heart, I slowly push myself up, disentangling myself from Bastian's lap, my thighs trembling slightly. His fingers stroke my hair softly as I rise, a fleeting touch that promises more later. I turn and face the two men waiting on the bed, my body already flushed and humming from Bastian's attention.

My heart races as nerves war with desperate need as I reach the edge of the bed. Ethan leans in, capturing my mouth in a gentle, searching kiss before pulling back just enough to admire me.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers, tracing his fingers down my cheek. I shiver under his touch. My breasts feel heavy, full. I inhale his clean, masculine scent.

At the same time, Ryker’s rough hands settle on my stomach, calloused fingers spreading heat, raising goosebumps across my skin. His touch is firm, possessive. A jolt—hispower—goes straight through me. I take another deep breath, meeting his intense gaze head-on.

"I'm ready," I purr, my voice barely a whisper but filled with intention.

Ethan smiles and kisses me again, deepening it this time, his tongue flicking against my bottom lip. I open for him instantly, inviting him in, even as Ryker's warm breath ghosts across the sensitive skin of my neck.

As Ethan’s tongue explores my mouth, Ryker gently twists his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose my throat. A low growl vibrates in his chest as he nips at my flesh, the small sting sending sparks of delight through me. His hands slide down to grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly onto the bed between them. I moan softly, arching my back instinctively towards Ethan.

I meet Ethan’s intense gaze as he watches us, his own need starkly evident. Slowly, he crawls behind me, his muscular thighs flexing. I gasp as the thick, wet head of his cock presses insistently against my entrance. With a swift, sure thrust, he enters me, sliding deep, filling me completely. My eyes flutter closed. Pure pleasure washes over me as my body stretches, taking him deep.

From the corner, Bastian’s eyes are on us, a tangible heat. I risk a glance and see his hands gripping the arms of his chair, knuckles white. His gaze is locked on me, on us, intense and possessive. As I watch, mesmerized through my haze of pleasure, I see him reach down, his cock already hard and straining against his trousers. He frees himself, his hand closing around his length, stroking himself with slow, measured strokes as he observes. He looks content, for now, just watching. The sight fuels something primal inside me.

Ryker's hands find my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his rough fingers. I cry out, my body jolting at the exquisite sensation. Ethan's movements become more urgent behind me, his hips pumping faster, deeper, taking control.His steady rhythm grinds against Ryker's targeted torment. The combination drives me wild.

As Ethan fucks my pussy with relentless, possessive thrusts, I lean forward, my mouth finding Ryker's erection. I take his thick cock eagerly, bobbing my head, determined to please him. I take him deeper, my throat muscles working, swallowing him down as far as I can. They both groan in unison, a guttural sound of pure male pleasure lost in the intensity of the moment.

I risk a glance towards the corner and catch Bastian's eye. He's watching me swallow Ryker down, his gaze fixed on where beads of saliva trace slick paths down Ryker's shaft. His knuckles are white where he grips his own length. Ryker’s hand fists in my hair, holding me steady as I take more of him, my throat working.

Behind me, Ethan lets out a low, ragged groan, his voice tight with arousal, "Fuck, Angel... Watching you take Ryker cock like that... Every time you gag on him, I feel your pussy clench around my cock. It drives me fucking insane."

His words, raw and desperate, combined with the sight he's describing, hit me like an electric shock. His hips slam into me harder, faster, his pace picking up dramatically, driving him deep with renewed, almost frantic force.

Heat coils low and tight in my belly, building fast. Suddenly, my body convulses around Ethan's cock, pleasure ripping through me with blinding intensity. My mouth pops off Ryker as a choked scream tears from my throat. Ethan groans loudly, his own release triggered as his cock throbs inside me, my inner muscles clenching fiercely around him, pulling him deeper.

Ryker pulls me up, crushing his mouth to mine in a demanding, passionate kiss. He pulls back, his eyes blazing. "My turn to stretch out that tight little pussy," he growls, the filthy words make another shiver trace down my spine.

He positions himself before me, aligning his thick cock with my entrance. I’m already slick with wetness and Ethan’s cum, but Ryker is a little bigger, and a lot thicker. I moan loudly, utterly filled, stretched to my limit. The sound mingles with Ryker's deep growls as he slams deeper, his rhythm powerful, driving. I cry out again, pleasure bordering on pain, my body shaking under the delicious onslaught.

We move frantically, each stroke more powerful than the last. Ryker's teeth graze my neck, leaving little love bites. Ethan hasn't stopped touching me; his hands squeeze my breasts, fingers teasing and pinching my already hypersensitive nipples before one hand slides down between my legs, finding my clit.

He rubs me relentlessly, apparently unbothered by Ryker's thrusting cock just inches away. Ryker slams into me repeatedly, grunting with each hard thrust. I'm right on the edge again, waves of pleasure crashing over me, unsure whose touch will send me over this time.

"Fuck!" I scream as my body convulses around Ryker again. My walls clench and release around his thick cock until he roars his own release deep inside me, his hot cum mixing with mine and Ethan's. He collapses beside me, panting hard, the sound loud in the sudden quiet. Ethan wraps an arm around me, pulling me against his sweat-slick chest, kissing me passionately for a moment.

My gaze finds Bastian across the room. Lust marks his face, his control absolute but visibly strained. His hand still moves over his cock in those same measured, deliberate strokes. I meet his eyes, my body still humming, slick with sweat and cum. "Daddy," I whisper, the name both a plea and an offering. "Will you... will you cum in me? Please Daddy."

He rises fluidly, undoing his trousers further as he walks towards the bed. He stops before me, looking down with anintensity that pins me in place. "How can I resist, Little One," he murmurs, his voice rough, "when you ask so nicely?"

"ButI'lldecide where I take you. Andwhenyou get to take me," he growls, his voice dropping lower, rougher. He cups my chin, tipping my face up. "For now, I want those pretty lips locked around my cock.” He gives my cheek a gentle tap, then firmly guides my head down towards his swollen length.

My mouth opens obediently, taking the thick ridge of his crown between my lips. He tastes salty, musky, the taste ofhim. As my tongue swirls around the sensitive head, he groans, his hips giving an involuntary jerk.

"That's it, Little One,” he mutters, his hand returning to cradle my jaw, holding me gently but firmly in place. "You belong to us." He pauses, his gaze locking with mine. 'I'm going to make you beg for my cum,' he tells me, his voice dark with promise. Pure excitement shivers through me.

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