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She lets out her own growl, a sound so sensual I could come from it and Killian swears, biting her again, this time on her hip.
Iris hisses air and I take her by those hips, pushing him out of the way and with a grunt I turn her and kiss her so fucking hard it makes my own head spin.
Yes, yes, yes.Her thought ricochets through me, brighter and clearer than anyone else’s.
Not thought exactly. Thought would mean I can read minds. I can’t, but I catch glimpses of things said when someone signs to me, like their voice, but now I hear it. Loud. Her voice rolling through me.
I’m taking your ass, Iris, since you want it all.
Yesss…
This isn’t going to last, it’s a sex thing, but I wonder if she’ll be able to sense me now the way Emmie and Killian do. I break the kiss and turn her to him so her ass is facing me.
I’m not thinking about either of them right now. Iris won’t let me. She’s crowding my mind, my senses, until I’m soaked with her, until I’m almost bursting.
And I’m so hard it hurts.
I spread her open and plunge into her cunt, wanting to feel her tightness, trying to hold on to some thread of sanity. But I can’t because she’s the perfect creature, hot and tight and she sucks at my cock. I pull out and slam back in. Once. Twice. And then I’m fucking out.
Any longer and I’ll fucking knot and I want to give her everything. Assuage her every itch and fantasy, even if she never knew she had it.
My cock is aching, harder than it’s ever been, and the soft round globes of her ass call. They’re not big but they’re fucking delicious and as I smooth her juice over my cock’s tip, I ease her ass cheeks apart, that little starfish so insanely inviting I moan.
She gags. Killian’s eyes are locked on her, and he’s slammed his cock into her mouth. She sucks, bobs her head. A girl gone mad in heat and lust and need.
I push my fingers into her dripping hole and pull out, wetness painting over her ass, and then I slowly, slowly push in. Easing past that tight ring. She twitches and Killian holds her head, holds her steady as I move slow.
Inch by inch, letting her get used to it until I’m finally in. All the way.
My balls slap her cunt. The sound is delicious, and I groan as I grip her hips and start to move. I go steady, slow at first, but as she resumes working his cock, I start to push into her harder, that tight tunnel stretching for me, letting me hit all the way, and as I pull out, I go almost to the tip and then slam back in.
Over and over. Harder and harder. A wild fucking ride.
She’s mine, and I’m branding her all over again. Mine. Killian’s. Ours.
The combinations are endless, and her ass is fever hot, a place I want to bury myself in always. I pull out to look, a perfect inviting cock-shaped place for me. Now I just slam into her and her cry around his cock spikes my blood, and I’m losing it.
And so is Iris.
She pulls her mouth off him and starts to cry out, even as those deep, squeezing contractions start. In normal circumstances I could hold off, but this time, I can’t.
She’s hooked into my libido, and I’m a slave to her pleasure. A slave to mine. But this isn’t just pleasure. It’s a claiming. A branding. And I start to rut her.
Everything starts and ends with the connection. Of being lost in her, the way we melt together and pull apart, every time it makes it better, and makes me crazier.
She pushes back against me, a wild thing, begging without words for more. As the rut consumes I swell, knot, and the base of my spine is hit with sensations bright and white and full of delight, of hungry pleasure and I rut her harder and harder as she mewls and moans and begs.
I throw back my head, a silent howl to the skies as I come, hard.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Iris
Oh my god.
Oh god.
