Page 72 of Sanctuary (The Wanderers 1)

“It’s just lube, princess. You’re very wet, but we don’t want to hurt you.”

Cool lubricant landed on her butt crack, and she held her breath as someone’s finger circled the entrance over and over, inching closer to the tight hole. By the time she felt pressure against the hole, she was ready and panting with anticipation and need.

They were keeping her so aroused by stroking her pussy that the only thing she could think was that she wanted more. More of anything. Even if more included a finger entering her tight hole.

Held in place by so many hands, it was Nile who spoke. “You ready, sweetheart? Can you take my finger into your bottom?”

She nearly choked on her response, deciding to nod against Jay’s chest instead. It felt so good being pressed against him, so much of her skin warm and loved in his embrace. His presence beneath her was grounding and lulled her into a state of desperation. “Please,” she finally whispered.

Nile’s finger breached her tight hole a moment later.

Her breath hitched, and for a moment she froze, uncertain.

Ledger’s voice seeped into her, his lips on her ear. “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly, princess. Relax your muscles. Let it feel good.”

She did as she was told, struggling to draw in oxygen. As she let it out, Nile let his finger slide in deeper.

“Good girl,” Ledger soothed. “Do it again.”

She inhaled slower but steadier, concentrating on the strange sensation as Nile touched her in such an intimate place. She was glad she didn’t have the ability to squirm free with so many hands on her thighs, her butt, her back…

She didn’t want to deny these men anything. And she would not. She knew they would never do anything to hurt her. They were taking their time, every movement gentle and caring. The restraint helped ground her. She found it helped her relax.

She winced when Nile added a second finger, but only for a moment.

“Another breath, princess,” Ledger urged. “That’s it…”

Gatlin—at least she assumed it was Gatlin—stroked through her folds again, his fingers dancing over her labia, making her need return to full force. When he eased two fingers into her channel, rubbing them against Nile’s invasion, Layla moaned.

Holy shit.

She couldn’t begin to imagine how it was going to feel when those fingers were erections instead, two of them, so much larger and thicker and longer, but she was close to begging them to make it happen.

“Do you want more, sweetheart?” Nile asked.

Layla nodded. “Please.” The one word was shaky with arousal.

Nile set a hand at the base of her spine and nudged her opening with three fingers, easing them into her. The stretch was almost too much. Almost. It was also amazing and wonderful, which shocked her. The tightness and twinge of pain drove her arousal higher.

Ledger slid a hand into her hair, fisted it, and tugged just enough to get her attention, the slight sting all over her scalp combined with the intense pressure in both her holes, making her gasp as she blinked at him.

“Jesus, you’re amazing,” he praised.

She licked her lips, her gaze roaming to his mouth.

He lowered his head and kissed her. Not gently. With urgency and power, his tongue sweeping in and scrambling her brain. Thrusting. Imitating the fingers in her other holes.

For the first time in her life, she craved things she’d never considered. She had the sudden desire for him to replace his tongue with his shaft. She wanted to feel the length of him between her lips, taste him, swallow around the erection until he moaned with pleasure.

As her thoughts strayed in that direction, she dueled with his tongue, stroking it and then sucking it gently.

Ledger moaned into her mouth, his hand tightening in her hair. When he broke free, he was panting. He held her gaze while he spoke to everyone else. “She’s ready.”

Layla whimpered when all the fingers disappeared, and there was a rustling of moving bodies until hands landed on her hips. Gatlin’s. “I’m going to lift you a few inches and lower you onto Jay’s cock, hon.”

Layla shifted her gaze to Jay’s. He was smiling, but his brows were drawn together at the same time. It took her a moment to realize he was struggling against the need to be inside her. The discomfort she was witnessing was desperation.

He reached between her legs and dragged his fingers through her slit, ending with a flick across her clit before fisting his erection and lining it up with her entrance. “Eyes on mine, baby.”

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