Page 129 of Pretty Vengeful Queen

“Ineedboth of you,” I gasp. “I need you both to take me.”

“Like this,” Logan says, sliding a finger into my pussy alongside Maddoc’s cock. “Is this what you want? You want me in here, too? With Maddoc?”

I nod, my heart racing and words failing me. It’s intense, just shy of pain, his single finger already stretching me to the point that I feel overwhelmed by the sensation.

It’s perfect. And even if it’s more than I can take, I want it.

“Please,” I beg as Maddoc groans, slowly thrusting in and out alongside Logan’s finger.

Then Logan adds another one, and tears spring to my eyes as it pushes me to my limit.

I start to shake, gasping and ducking my head against Maddoc’s chest, panting against him as he rubs his hand up and down my back.

“That’s it, butterfly,” he mutters, his voice tight with strain and his muscles like heated iron underneath me. “You can do it. Gonna remind you that you’re ours. Gonna share you with my brothers the way shit is meant to be between us.”

Logan pulls his fingers out, and I whine, clamping my internal muscles down on Maddoc’s cock, desperate for the overwhelming sensation I just lost, hungry to be filled in a way I never imagined before falling for these men.

Maddoc’s hands palm both sides of my ass, and he rocks me forward, spreading me wide while Logan lines himself up behind me.

Logan uses one hand to rub his hot cockhead against my entrance and holds me flat with the other splayed across my lower back. “You’re already stretched around Maddoc,” he says, an undercurrent of dark excitement to his voice. “Can you take it?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, already overwhelmed but craving more.

“It will hurt.”

I shudder, my whole body tightening at once. “Yes.”

Maddoc fists his hand in my hair, pulling my head back and giving me a look so hot it almost pushes me over the edge. “You’re hungry for it. You want to be totally owned, don’t you, butterfly? You want us to show you exactly how much you can take.”

It’s true. They’re the only ones I’ve ever trusted to do it.

“Breathe,” Logan says, slowly pushing the head of his cock against my entrance until the pressure becomes almost unbearable. Just before it breaks me, his cockhead breaches my pussy, sliding in just far enough to make him grunt.

Maddoc curses, his hips jerking upward before he catches them and forces himself still.

I can’t breathe. Tears spring to my eyes. Itdoesfucking hurt. It aches in a way that demands all of my attention and awakens a deep, desperate hunger for more.

“The things you fucking do for us,” Dante murmurs. The slow, slick sound as he works his cock almost makes it feel like he’s inside me too. “You’re incredible, princess.”

I shudder, making all three men groan. “Love you,” I whisper, my senses completely overwhelmed.

“Use your safe word if it gets to be too much,” Logan says, his voice strained as he starts to work his way deeper inside me, a slow, delicious kind of torture that pushes every limit I have.

It’s the most intense sex I’ve ever had, and the closest I’ve ever felt to the men that I love.

“Look at me,” Maddoc demands when I start to shake again, my body just as overwhelmed as my spirit. He yanks my hair hard enough to draw a gasp out of me, centering me with the balance of pain.

I open my eyes, and his burn into me with a fierce, primal devotion that calls to my heart.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice like gravel. “There you are.”

Logan slowly rocks against me from behind, driving himself a little deeper, then a little deeper again, each short, shallow thrust making my body vibrate with rising tension, the best kind of tension, the kind that’s bound to wreck me completely when it snaps.

“You have all of me,” Logan says, carefully leaning over my back and grinding his hips against my ass in a slow roll. The movement makes Maddoc curse quietly and draws a moan out of me as it puts pressure on my g-spot. “You took my whole cock, wildcat.”

“I feel him inside you,” Maddoc grits out. “We’re splitting you open. Claiming this territory. Can you feel it? Can you feel that you’re ours, butterfly? Do you know who you belong to?”

“Oh god,” I gasp, the two cocks inside me making that truth inescapable. “Yes. You. All of you.”

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