Page 107 of Full Moon
He lowers his mouth to my shoulder, his left hand coming up to grip my throat with just enough pressure to remind me who's in control. "Good girl..." His voice hits that hypnotic reverberation that bypasses my brain entirely and speaks directly to something primal in my blood. I feel my muscles go liquid, my resistance melting away like snow in sunlight. "Relax... Slow deep breath in and hold it..." I obey without thinking, filling my lungs, feeling my body open and soften.
"Let it out nice and slow, precious. Feel us everywhere." His lips graze the shell of my ear as he speaks, his breath hot against my skin, and I shiver so hard my teeth nearly chatter. I can feel them everywhere—Torben's grip on my wrists, Khal's hand on my throat, his hard length pressed against me, Diaval's hands steadying my hips, his breath warm against my core.
"Are you doing what I think you are?" Torben asks, his voice rough as he watches me become almost liquid in his grip, my head lolling back against Khal's shoulder.
"Yup. It will intensify the sensations for her." Khal bites my shoulder with his human teeth, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to my core. He holds on, worrying the flesh gently as his fingers roll and flick my nipples until they're painfully hard peaks.
A deep, throaty moan tears from my lips as my head rolls back further, exposing the column of my throat in complete submission. The sound is obscene, needy, and I don't care.
"You are not allowed to come until Torben says you can," Khal whispers against my ear after releasing my shoulder, his tongue tracing the marks his teeth left behind.
"That's truly evil." Diaval's voice is rougher now, more dragon than man. "I like it." Then he plunges his tongue back into me, deeper this time, and I scream.
Every movement feels electric, amplified by whatever Khal did to drop my defenses. My core tries desperately to grip Diaval's tongue, clenching and fluttering around him as he explores every inch of my inner walls with maddening precision. The forked tips find my g-spot and press, and my whole body jerks like I've been struck by lightning.
The crack of the lube cap opening sends a fresh thrill through me, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.
Torben bends to kiss me, swallowing my moans, and Khal takes that as the perfect time to start loosening me up. One slicked finger circles my entrance before sliding in easily—as relaxed as Khal has made me, there's no resistance. He pumps slowly,adding a twist that makes my hips buck. The second finger takes more work, stretching me with a delicious burn that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. He scissors them gently, working me open with patient expertise while Diaval's tongue continues its assault from the front.
I'm caught between them, impaled on pleasure from both ends, unable to do anything but take it. Then Diaval taps Khal's leg, and everyone stops touching me at once. I whine—actually whine, high and desperate—at the sudden emptiness. My body clenches around nothing, aching for friction, for fullness, for anything.
"Shh..." Diaval's hands stroke down my sides, gentle and soothing even as I tremble with frustrated need. "Patience, my eternal."
Several agonizing minutes pass. I can hear Khal behind me, stroking his length with slick sounds that make my mouth water. His serpentine member brushes against me, that impossible length moving side to side in anticipation, painting wet trails across the tops of my ass cheeks.
When Diaval finally gives Khal a nod, I nearly weep with relief.
Khal slides into me slowly from behind, inch by devastating inch, and the stretch is exquisite. His cock isn't shaped like a human's—it has ridges that catch and drag against my inner walls, a slight curve that hits exactly where I need it. When he finally bottoms out, buried to the hilt, I feel impossibly full.
He remembers to stay still, giving me time to adjust, but my body is so primed that I'm already clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper.
"Torben, release our girl and come to the side so she can take care of you." Diaval's voice is pure command. "Slide back and take our girl with you, Khal."
Torben releases my wrists, and blood rushes back into my hands as Khal pulls me with him, angling my body forward until I'm presented to Diaval like an offering. The thick head of Diaval's cock teases my entrance, gathering the wetness there, pressing just enough to stretch me before retreating. Once. Twice. Three times, until I'm practically sobbing with need.
"Please—"
He slides home in one smooth thrust, filling me completely, and the moan that tears from my throat makes all three of my mates tense with predatory satisfaction. Two cocks. Both buried deep. The fullness is overwhelming, bordering on too much, and I've never felt more complete.
"My eternal," Diaval purrs, his voice like velvet and sin, "take care of Torben while we take care of you, my love."
The command makes my core flutter around both of them, and I turn slowly to reach for Torben, wrapping my fingers around his impressive length. It takes several moments for my body to relax around the double intrusion, to adjust to the impossible fullness. I can feel them both—Khal's ridged length pressing against Diaval's through the thin wall separating them, creating a friction that makes me see stars with every tiny movement.
Then Khal starts to move.
They time their rhythm with devastating perfection—as Khal withdraws, Diaval thrusts forward, ensuring I'm never empty, never given a moment's respite from the relentless pleasure. Thepush and pull, the alternating fullness, builds something molten and desperate in my core.
Every few strokes tear a moan from my lips that I try to muffle around Torben's cock. He tastes like salt and musk andmine, and I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can while my mates destroy me from below.
I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly like a spring about to snap. My core starts to pulse, clenching and gripping their lengths with increasing desperation. They feel it too, and they pick up the pace—thrusting harder, faster, driving into me with a ferocity that steals my breath.
Torben roars his release, the sound primal and victorious. His cock pulses against my tongue, every jet of hot seed shooting down my throat as his hand fists in my hair, holding me in place while he empties himself into my mouth.
I swallow everything he gives me, milking him until he's spent, and he falls away with a groan, using a wipe to clean my face before collapsing onto the mattress.
"I'm so close..." I whine, my voice wrecked, my body trembling on the precipice of something earth-shattering. "Please, please, please?—"
Khal reaches forward and grips my throat again, pulling me back against his solid chest. The new angle drives him deeper, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision white out.
