“Let him in, sweet girl. Your body already knows what to do.”

He was right. My body had gone treacherous and willing, opening around Nox’s rapidly expanding knot despite everything, and when I was fully locked to him the sound that came out of me was not dignified in the slightest.

“Her pussy is clamping down on my cock like a fucking vice,” Nox gasped as his control finally snapped. He made a noise against my shoulder that was half groan, half triumph. His hands clamped down on my hips hard enough to bruise. With a guttural roar, he drove into me one last time, burying himself all the way to the hilt as his cock erupted against my cervix.

“Now,” Bishop commanded roughly. “Come for us, mate. Come now.”

I came really fucking hard. My vision went white, and for a long, blissful moment, there was nothing but the exquisite, overwhelming pleasure of coming unraveled into a billion fraying threads.

With a hoarse cry, Bishop drove into my throat one last time, his hot seed surging. I swallowed as best as I could, working my throat around his cock until he eventually pulled out. Nox’s knot deflated and he pulled out, leaving me feeling decidedly empty.

Before I could catch my breath though, Eamon’s strong hands gripped my hips and pushed me down onto my stomach. A soft whimper escaped me at the sudden movement, at the feeling of the cool sheets against my overheated skin.

He landed a quick, stinging slap on my ass, and I yelped, a bit shocked.

“What was that for?” I cried.

“For being so fucking beautiful,” he growled, landing another slap, this one on the other cheek. “And for driving us all insane.”

Then he spanked me again. The sound echoed in the small cabin, and I couldn’t help it as I buried my face in the blankets and pushed my hips up, somehow still wanting more.

He obliged, spanking me again and again, until my skin was hot and sensitive and I was writhing and whimpering and pleading for him to stop.

His hands gripped my burning cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing my most private place to his gaze. Immediately, I felt a wave of shame and arousal, and it made me dizzy.

“You’re going to take me here,” he announced, “and it’s going to leave you very sore, little mate.”

I braced myself, my fingers digging into the mattress, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt him lean over me, the warmth of his breath a ghost against my skin. Then I felt a wet heat I couldn’t quite place at first, but then I flinched, a choked sound caught in my throat as I realized what he’d done.

He’d spit on my asshole.

The realization sent a dark, sinful thrill through me. It was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time.

I felt the head of his cock press against my tight rear entrance, and I tensed, a flicker of apprehension cutting through the haze of desire. He was bigger than Nox, thicker, and I knew this was going to hurt.

“Relax, sweet girl,” he encouraged, one of his hands rubbing my lower back in a soothing circle. “Just breathe. Let me in.”

I did my best to obey, trying my best to relax my muscles and accept the intrusion.

He pushed into me slowly, the thick tip of his cock stretching me open in a way I would never be ready for. I cried out, the intense, burning pain giving way to a deep, stretching pleasure that was almost too much to bear. He was patient, giving me time to adjust to his size, to the feeling of being so completely filled, but it was clear to me that I was going to take every inch of his cock inside my reluctant little hole whether I liked it or not.

When he was finally fully seated, he paused, giving me a moment to get used to the feeling.

“Where is my cock, little mate?” he growled.

“In my ass,” I finally managed to gasp. “It’s in my ass.”

“Good girl,” he praised, and the words sent a scorching surge of heat through me.

Then he began to move.

The feeling was incredibly intense. The burning stretch of it was a constant, delicious ache that built deep in my core. It hurt and it felt good all at once.

“Look at you, taking my cock in your tight little ass,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”

I moaned, my hips bucking against him. My release was so close I could almost taste it.

“That’s it, mate,” he growled as his fingers tightened on my hips. “Take what you need. Show me how much you need your sweet little ass fucked.”