Page 91 of Damaged Princess

I growl. It's a pathetically weak growl in comparison to theirs, but I roll over on top of Wolfe. He's right, I am needy for him and all of his impressive cock, and I'm not in the mood to beg.

My nipples tingle in the cool air. I tease my clit as I spread my legs, falling down over his length.

"Yeah, I'm about three seconds away from coming a motherfucking river," Wolfe groans. His hands land on my hips, helping me work him over.

The way his muscles flex and the look on his face send me over the edge. Rafe leans over, sucking my right nipple into his mouth as I combust.

"Come for us, princess," Vik growls. He appears on my left side, flicking his tongue over my nipple before biting my tender flesh.

I freeze, shaking and tightening. Wolfe slams me down, using his hold on my hips to grind me over him as deep as he can go. He thickens almost impossibly hard. It makes me whimper as my body accommodates his swelling girth.

"Fuck, baby," Wolfe moans. "Such a dirty girl. Letting all of us pump you full of our cum. Goddamn, you've got no idea how badly I want to fuck you full of my baby."

"That'll give a whole new meaning to Daddy," Vik murmurs, teasing my torso with his beard. I laugh, shaking my head and trying to feel him out in the bond. I'm not sure what happened before he came into the nest… but I'm going to find out, and I'm really afraid it was bad news.

Vik helps me climb off Wolfe and tosses me down on the nest mattress. I bounce as my tits jiggle.

The next thing I know, Vik is hovering over me and kissing the hell out of me. My hand lands on his neck, tenderly rubbing and trying to give him comfort.

"Let's just keep all this in here," Vik growls against my cheek as he shoves two fingers deep inside my cunt. "Are you tender, princess?"

His thumb brushes over my aching clit and I bow up off the mattress. "No, Daddy."

"Ask me sweetly," Vik murmurs, pecking a kiss on my lips.

I huff.

"Princess," Vik barks, teasing my clit.

I squint up at him, and he chuckles. It isn't until he pulls his fingers free that I panic.

I yank him back with my hold on his shoulders.

"Please finger-fuck me?" I try. I really have no idea which particular words he wants to hear this time.

The bond pulses with his amusement and satisfaction.

"Close, but I think you can do better." Vik quirks an eyebrow at me.

"Please, Daddy. I need you to fuck your cum back inside me," I whisper. My eyes squeeze shut.

Vik nuzzles his cheek to mine. "That's a good, sweet girl. You're absolutely perfect for us, princess."

I beam.

Vik pulls back until he's kneeling over my thighs. He works his fingers inside me as his thumb teases my clit. His other hand lands on my lower stomach and soon I'm a begging, sobbing mess.

"Come hard all over my hand," Vik growls. "Let's make sure that primed cervix of yours soaks up all our cum. Come for Daddy."

And I do. I shake, shatter, and tighten around Vik's thick fingers. My nails dig into his skin as I lose all control.

"Oh, God. Please don't stop," I beg. "Finger-fuck me harder, Daddy."

"That's so hot," Wolfe says in a wistful tone. "I think I might like it if you call me Daddy, too."

Vik growls low, but it's a playful sound.

I have no idea how he does it, but it always intensifies my pleasure when he pushes down at the top of my pelvis. Maybe it's the feeling of being trapped under his strong hold? But I don't think so.

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