Page 111 of Taken By the Convicts
“I nearly lost you today, little bird. Need to have you. Need you to know how I feel about you.”
Another slam pushed herandthe chair forward until Reece slammed a foot on the chair, providing the resistance Ivan needed.
Reece caressed her cheek. She looked into his hazel eyes. Strong, confident, brave. . . for her. He would not interfere because he wanted to please her. He thought she wanted Ivan, and by the love of the goddesses, she did. She wanted all of them.
Another orgasm struck just then, squeezing Ivan’s cock. Her mouth opened as she yelled her release. Ivan slowed, letting her ride the wave, but then he continued, his hands spreading her cheeks and starting to play with her hole. That no longer scared her. Not with these men. They’d never hurt her.
Reece’s finger traced her lips. With her tongue, she stroked his finger even as her eyes dropped to the large bulge in his pants.
“Together,” she said softly.
A proper Bacculan mating ceremony meant there were no restrictions, only the freedom to give and receive as their hearts required. Right now, Reece needed reassurance that he was not being left behind. She’d accepted Jayce’s ring, and she was allowing Ivan to claim her body, but she would not sacrifice Reece. Ever.
Reece nodded, understanding as he lowered his fly. His cock, thick and long, sprang out, already leaking pre-cum. She licked the tip and opened for him. He rolled his hips forward in shallow pumps until he found Ivan’s rhythm that rocked her body.
By the time Reece struck her throat, Ivan had two fingers in her back hole, holding her as he pumped into her. Another hand, she couldn’t even tell who at this point, reached down and circled her clit. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming.
Fire exploded behind her eyes, shooting through her entire body as her walls clamped down on Ivan’s cock.
“Fuck!” Ivan said as he pulled out. Cum struck her back as Reece moaned and released down her throat.
Reece’s hand cupped her cheek as he withdrew. She ran her tongue over his cock one last time as the pressure of a finger moving across her back woke her to the realization that Ivan was writing his name on her back in his cum. A true claiming from Ivan.
She had not expected that today, or at all, really.
“You’re claiming me, Ivan?” she asked.
More writing now, on her lower back. She had to focus to make out the letters. O.U.R.S.
She started to rise, but he pushed her back down over the chair before picking up his shirt.
“A complete claiming, little bird,” he said as he moved to the front of the chair. Already hard again, his cock bobbed before her mouth.
Two fingers stroked her cheek. “Open.”
She opened, and immediately loved how he held her head. His fingers twined in her hair as she slowly licked him, drawing beautiful moans from him. Warm hands spread her ass, and a cock slid into her hole much easier than ever before.
“Ooh, so tight,” Zev said.
A warm feeling moved through her, even as she bobbed on and off Ivan’s cock. The man had prepared her hole for Zev, forher. He’d both accepted Zev and ensured she’d be taken care of properly. A hand found her clit and began stroking it even as Zev’s cock thrust in and out, matching her rhythm as she sucked Ivan’s cock into her mouth.
Another hand caressed her breast, lightly pinching her nipple before moving over her entire body. All four men were touching her, loving her, together.
Melina closed her eyes, focusing on the cocoon of love warming her, taking her higher and higher. She wasn’t sure who came first, but she was suddenly swallowing and clutching Ivan’s thighs as Zev’s eased out of her. Seconds later, a warm stream struck her back.
She stayed utterly still, her face pressed against Ivan’s thigh, waiting for the letters Z.E.V. to be written on her back.
Ivan pulled her hair forward, totally off her back as Zev’s fingers dipped in his essence. His lips met her back between her shoulder blades, but then his fingers moved left to right over the tattoo at the base of her neck, as if he were drawing over it, erasing it from existence.
Then Zev’s hand disappeared and Ivan released her hair. She rose, teetering slightly from the blood rush. Reece and Jayce steadied her.
“Why?” she asked Zev, stunned and hurt by his refusal to write his name.
“I’d remove the tattoo and all the pain from your past if I could, Mel.”
“My past is nothing now, Zev. You and the others are my future, but you’re rejecting me.”
“You don’t want me, precious. Take my word for it.”
