Page 50 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
He reached forward and rubbed my clit.
“Ahh, yes! I can,” I moaned, not recognizing my voice. “I can take you both. Please,” I begged.
Makar positioned me by pushing my chest down on Fintan’s so my legs straddled either side of him.
“Good girl, your body listens so well,” he said as he grasped Fintan’s cock and pushed it inside of me.
Heavenly.
This was heavenly.
“Remember what I said, Makar. Only I come inside of her,” the Prince warned as he thrusted into me harder than he had before, staking his claim on me.
I wanted more.
Needed more.
“Please,” I begged them both.
Makar placed his hand on my back and pushed me down further, so my backside was completely exposed to him. He reached forward while the prince continued fucking me, and held out his hand in front of Fintan’s mouth. “Spit,” he said. Fintan’s eyes darkened as he spat in Makar’s hand.
Wetness suddenly dripped down my tailbone to my tight hole, and strong fingers rubbed me up and down.
I flinched, never taking anyone back there before.
“Easy, Elara. I’ll be gentle.”
Fintan grabbed my lower lip with his teeth, pulling gently as he continued to move in and out of me. He held my hips so I wasn’t moving and did all the thrusting himself.
I moaned into his mouth.
Just then, Makar slowly started to push himself inside of me.
“Shit!” I cried out, wincing.
Fintan paused, not moving inside of me.
Makar pushed in further. “You’re doing so well. Just relax your body, Elara.”
Makar went deeper.
And deeper.
Until he was finally all the way in.
“Prince, keep doing what you’re doing, and eventually I will match your thrusts.”
Fintan started to move again inside of me, and I saw stars. “Shit, oh shit!” I screamed as he picked up his pace. My juices soaked him below me.
“You like this, El? You like being filled by two men at once?” Fintan had a purely male gleam in his eyes.
Makar started to move.
“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes. Feels so good. Please!” I begged them both for release.
My heart raced with anticipation, and my body buzzed with hot need.
I was lost between them, their hands, their mouths, their energy. My senses blurred, overwhelmed by the sensation of being wanted so fiercely by two men so different—and yet somehow perfectly in sync. I didn’t feel torn between them. I felt chosen. Empowered. Alive.
