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“They know nothing compared to me,” Ren whispered in her ear. “You’re going to beg me to fuck you, Princess. So there’ll be no question when it comes to soldier-boy. You’ll claim me, not the other way around.”
“Won’t,” she ground out.
He pinched her clit hard. It was the final push she needed over that elusive edge.
“Re. . .ennn!” she cried out as the orgasm struck her. Her walls clamped down around his fingers as he began grinding his cock against her ass. As she came down from her high, that hard cock was sliding through her slick, her very sensitive slick. Her arms were getting sore from leaning into the counter and Vaughn, the bastard, was lifting her dress higher, to her neck.
As Ren ground himself against her, Vaughn pinched a nipple and held it.
The heat from his touch, from having Ren grinding against her from behind was highly sensual. Her pussy felt empty and there was a perfectly good cock right there, NOT entering her. Ren would tease her to death. Hell, they both would. It was like this was some test or power play. Except she wouldn’t give up her power to them, either of them.
“Tell him to fuck you,” Vaughn said.
“Fuck you, Vaughn,” she said, suddenly mad at him for trying to force her, to think he had the right to order her, even though he did. Ren was right, Company rules didn’t have to be obeyed, not all the time, not in her own unit.
Vaughn ducked under her right arm and stood between her outstretched arms. The large bulge in his pants was right there in front of her, level with her mouth, inches from her face.
Vaughn unzipped his pants.
“Oh, God,” she said, raising her eyes to Vaughn. He hitched a brow as he pulled out his cock and fisted it.
She licked her lips before she even realized it.
He pressed the tip against her mouth. “Tell Ren to fuck you, like he wants.”
“Or what?” she said, even as Ren’s thrusts into her folds were making her so sensitive that she was starting to think she should cave and get it over with. She didn’t know why, but giving in to Ren seemed like a bad idea. Maybe it was the way he’d called her a whore that first night. Let him use her as he wanted, but she wasn’t begging him for anything.
“You want me to suck you, Vaughn? You giving me the choice?”
“She’s stubborn, Vaughn. And you’re throwing off my rhythm. Leave.”
Vaughn ran the tip of his cock along her lips, using the pre-cum to coat her dry lips. “Open,” he said.
She still didn’t have a handle on Vaughn, on what was a request versus an order with him, but she had little willpower when it came to resisting him. The moisture he’d left on her lips, the feel of the velvety softness against her lips made her mouth open without thought.
As she sucked hard on Vaughn’s thick cock, he fisted his hands in her hair and slowly thrust himself into her. She imagined Ren’s cock doing the same to her pussy. Ren’s cock had her clit thrumming, and Vaughn’s slow almost sensual thrusts matched the rhythm of Ren’s cock grinding against her. She got caught up in the frenzy of his moans, the feel of his hands in her hair. She met Vaughn’s thrusts pushing onto him until he struck the back of her throat.
The orgasm struck hard and mercilessly as she clamped her mouth around Vaughn’s cock and squeezed her legs together with Ren’s cock still in her folds.
She could feel Ren’s release at the same time Vaughn spilled down her throat.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Ren said as his seed slid down her thighs.
Hannah opened her eyes and looked up at Vaughn for the first time. The expression there was possessive and confused. As for Ren, he began massaging his cum into her ass. She tensed.
“You’re going to beg me to take you there too, Princess.”
That was all Ren said before he pulled away and lowered her dress over her backside, as if he’d just completed a transaction. She pulled off of Vaughn’s cock, not entirely sure what had just happened, except she felt as if she were caught in the middle of a power struggle between two very dominant males. . . and she had become their battlefield.
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Hannah disappearedinto the bathroom to clean up. Her arms were sore from leaning so hard and for so long against the counter, and the rest of her body felt on edge, not sated. She’d never had sex with two guys at once. It had seemed rather natural, and yet she felt as if each man was vying for control. . . But of what? Her? Their unit?
Their unit needed a leader, someone everyone would respect and follow. For as brilliant as Ren was, he had no interest in the unit, and he locked horns with Ky’Li all too easily. Ky would never follow him. She never truly knew what Vaughn was thinking. He remained reserved in ways none of the others were. Even Ren, despite all his hatred of being in a unit, was easier to understand than Vaughn.
When she returned to the kitchen, both men were gone. The moment she heard loud bubbling, she raced over to lower the flame on the stew.
Large hands drew her hair to the side. Already, she knew that assertive yet gentle touch. Ren.
