Page 94 of Tainted Hearts

Luke licks his lips, his chest rising and falling quickly. Noah’s cheeks are flushed as he works his hand a little faster. “No cumming,” Isaac tells them. “Save it all for our dirty girl.” Fuck. Yes, please!

He looks at me, taking his hand off his cock and placing his arms on the back of the couch behind the guys. He raises his chin. “Crawl to us.”

Holy shit. Is he for real? He wants me to crawl to him.

I don’t move, and I see a flicker of uncertainty in Isaac’s eyes, like maybe he’s doubting himself, thinking that he’s pushing me too far. He’s being himself, but I see the fear of my disapproval shining back at me, and that simply won’t do.

Not wanting him to be ashamed of who he is or what he likes, I do what I never thought I’d do for anyone. Me, the princess of Hell, starts to slowly crawl on my fucking hands and knees for my step brother.

Even though I’m down here like this, the way they’re looking at me isn’t like someone who’s beneath them. No, they’re looking at me like I’m a fucking Queen.

And Isaac looks like a dark, regal King. They all do. But Isaac... his soul is dark, tainted. But that doesn’t make him any less of the man who proved himself to me.My mate.

“Such a good girl.” Isaac coos as I stop before him. He leans over, cupping my cheek in his hand. My eyes flutter closed, and I lean into his touch, his praise pleasing me. “You look fucking breathtaking on your knees for us, Angel. Are you mine? Ours?”

“Yes.” The word slips past my lips on an exhale as my eyes open to look at his striking blue ones.

“Do you want to be our good, dirty little mate for us tonight? Because, baby, we want your body to be ours, to use as we please. We want to touch you, fuck you, and stuff every one of your holes with our cocks, then fill them with our cum. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please,” I whimper, my pussy dripping for them now.

“Climb into my lap, Angel. Come sit on my cock,” he growls, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me toward him.

I go eagerly and straddle his lap. “Now, take my cock.” I wrap my hand around his stiff length, my hand twitching to stroke him, but not daring to do anything I’m not told to. “Line it up with that tight cunt of yours.” I do and bite my lower lip as I wait for his next command. “Now take your fucking throne where you belong.”

Fucking hell. I whimper as I sink myself down on his length. Isaac is big, really fucking big. I don’t know if I could survive both of them at the same time.

“Fuck,” Isaac growls through clenched teeth, his jaw ticking, nostrils flaring. “It’s taking everything in me not to flip you over onto this couch and pound into you like a feral fucking beast.” I want to tell him to do it, beg him to, but I also know that’s not going to happen. Luke and Noah are going to play too.

I don’t move as Luke gets up. My eyes are locked with Isaac, neither of us wanting to look away first. Or maybe we just can't, too mesmerized by the other.

It’s not until I feel Luke’s hand trail down my back that I snap out of this trance. “Lean forward, baby.”

I do, molding my body to Isaac’s chest as I tuck my face into his neck. His arms come around me, moving us both to a new position, making it easier for Luke.

Isaac moves his hands to my ass cheeks, parting them and giving Luke a view of my tight hole. My heart beats faster. I feel exposed but desired.

“Mine,” Luke growls and I gasp when I feel his warm, wet tongue swipe over it. My blood is pounding in my ears as I wait for Luke to do something. Then I feel the blunt tip of his cock against my hole.

“Breathe, Angel, relax and let him in,” Isaac whispers, breaking character to make sure I’m okay. And I love him more for it. I nod and let out a deep breath.

Luke pushes forward. Anal isn’t new to me, but it’s not something I’ve done often with Leo or Zed. “So fucking tight,” Luke grunts. “Fucking perfect.”

I focus on my breathing as he inches his way into me fully, the burn quickly turning to pleasure. I’m used to prep, but there was none. Maybe they’re so used to doing this with each other that it didn’t cross their minds. But it’s alright, I don’t mind the little bit of pain, it feels good. I’m grateful he used lube though.

All three of them go still as if they know they fucked up. “Fuck,” Isaac hisses.

“Are you okay, Abby?” Luke asks, fear coating his voice.

I feel full, so deliciously full as I adjust to having both of them inside me. “I’m fine,” I sigh, kissing Isaac’s neck. “I’m good.”

“Prep her next time, dickhead,” Isaac growls.

“I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m sorry. This is new to me. Shit, I’m sorry.”

I move my head to look back at Luke, giving him a dopey smile. “I’m okay, babe. But you know what would be even better?”

“What?” he asks me, eyes wide.

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