Page 21 of Lost in the Woods

Hunter’s callused hands cup my breasts from beneath, pressing them closer to Conall’s cheeks. The sensation elicits a gasp from me. Conall growls, opening his mouth to lick a line from my sternum to my nipple. I shudder in Hunter’s hold as the Lycan sucks my nipple into his mouth. His lips are scalding. I can’t bite back my gasp as he torments my breast with his tongue, flicking and circling before suckling the tip harder.

The pleasure is overwhelming. My head falls back onto Hunter’s shoulder as my knees grow weak. Heat swells within me, making my skin tingle. I can’t think. All I can do is feel what these two men are doing to me, caught between them, trapped and writhing.

But I don’t want them to stop. I want more. More pleasure. More sensation.

I want everything they can give me.

“Yes,” I hiss. “More.”

My hands clench Conall’s hair, holding him to my chest as his mouth moves from one breast to the other. A rough hand cups my jaw, tilting my head back and to the side. Hunter’s lips close over mine, pulling me deeper into the swirling well of sensation and touch.

The whispers in my mind that always warn me about men and their trickery are strangely silent. The two men surrounding me have my complete focus. I can’t think of anything but the sweetness of their touch. The thrill of their control over me.

I jolt as fingers skim beneath the hem of my dress, gliding over my ankle and up my calf. Hunter’s hand abandons my breast, wrapping around my waist tightly, gathering me against his body. The thick length of his cock presses against my lower back, hard and ready. He shifts behind me, sliding a foot between mine, pushing them further apart with a nudge.

A whimper escapes my throat as the fingers trailing up my thigh reach my center. My hips arch as a light touch traces over my clit, barely there.

Hunter’s mouth lifts from mine, and I look up at him. “Is he petting your sweet cunt, Little Red?”

The only thing holding me up is Hunter’s arm around my waist and Conall’s hand between my legs. My entire body is limp with overwhelming pleasure. I have no words. I’m drowning in an ocean of arousal, but I have no desire to escape it. I want to sink deeper into them.

“Answer me,” Hunter demands, nipping at my lips with his teeth.

When I try to kiss him again, he pulls away. “Scarlett.”

My name is a command. Answer him or suffer the consequences. My pussy throbs at the dark demand.

I crave it. I want to submit, but more than that, I want him to make me.

“Yes,” I hiss, my hips moving again, eager for a firmer touch. Conall growls as he suckles my breasts, flicking the tip of each one with his tongue.

Then, a thick finger enters me slowly, pushing deep inside. My entire body trembles as Conall withdraws slowly. Before I can adjust to the loss, I’m filled again with two fingers. I try to rise up on my tiptoes at the slight burn, but Hunter’s hold on me is as unyielding as the command in his eyes.

It’s been far too long since a man has touched me this way. My pussy throbs as Conall fucks me with his fingers in deep, steady strokes. His other hand shoves my skirt up and presses against my lower abdomen. I’m pinned between his hands and Hunter’s body, unable to even shift my hips.

My thighs quiver as his thumb circles my clit in firm strokes. I moan as I tug at his hair, urging him on the only way I can.

Hunter’s lips devour mine, swallowing every sound that escapes me. His fingers curl around the front of my throat, holding my chin up so I can’t evade his kiss.

As if I’d want to.

The tension between my legs grows with each stroke of Conall’s fingers, each sweep of his tongue, and each pull of his mouth. I’m whimpering continuously now, begging without words for him to take me over the edge. My hands fist and yank at his hair in my desperation. I’m almost there, almost to the precipice of a climax so intense I fear I won’t survive it.

Conall rolls my clit hard as he shoves a third finger inside me, his movements uncontrolled and rough, forcing me to open for him.

That’s all it takes.

I scream into Hunter’s mouth as the orgasm seizes my body, every muscle locked and vibrating with pleasure so intense I can feel nothing else. My eyes roll back into my head as my pussy clamps down hard on Conall’s fingers. Each blissful wave nearly burns from the intensity of it.

Through it all, Conall never stops stroking me, each slide of his fingers drawing the ecstasy out until it’s nearly unbearable. Hunter’s mouth stays locked on mine, swallowing every whimper and gasp.

When my body finally stops shaking, my knees collapse beneath me. Conall withdraws his hands from my body, rising to his feet, looming over me. Hunter releases my mouth, his chest heaving against the back of my head. I shift to look at Conall, my lips sensitive and swollen from the pressure of Hunter’s kiss.

The Lycan’s eyes are still the solid dark gold of his wolf, unblinking and fiercely possessive. Without looking away, he lifts his hand to his lips, sliding his fingers into his mouth to taste me.

Another shudder rolls through me, a faint echo of the pleasure he brought me moments ago. Then, Hunter steps forward, thrusting me into Conall’s arms.

“Kiss your wolf, Little Red. Reward him for making you come so hard you screamed.”