Taken, Lane L.V. [free novels to read .TXT] 📗

He lavishes my clit with attention. All the little nerves spring to life, more and more until I’m a mass of swirling sensations that demand more. 

I blink, confused to find him gone. Then Hawthorn’s face swims into view, and I’m flipped onto my hands and knees. “Goddess, yes!” I squeal and push back as the tip breaches then surges deep. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He uses me roughly, taking my hips in his big hands to keep me still as he pounds into me. I burn from the inside out. Blood rushing, breath panting, and skin prickling across my body as every stroke lights me up.

I grow restless under him, testing him, one moment pushing back, the next, trying to break free.

His dark laughter brings a full-body shiver. “Testing me, lass?” He fists my hair, arching me back as he grinds deep into me. I whimper, loving his roughness, feeling my pussy fluttering with the onset of another climax. My scalp aches, my pussy aches, but my heat-drunk mind sings. My pussy is swollen, hot, burning me up.

“I’m so hot,” I say, voice a whine. “Please, Hawthorn, make it go away.”

“When I’m ready,” he growls back.

Moisture springs from every pore on my body.

Still he will not move.

Then I feel it, the swelling, rising, forcing my swollen, puffy pussy to accommodate him.

The climax is like a slow, rising tide. I feel it as though through a great distance, bearing down upon me with inescapable intent. Fire sweeps over the surface of my skin, wave after wave, my cheeks and chest flush, my nipples grow taut and sensitive without touch. Every nerve on my body ignites from my burning scalp, where his fingers make a leash of my hair, all the way to his thick pulsing length swelling inside me.

My body shudders, my pussy locks painfully before falling into those sweet rhythmic contractions that pull my whole body into a spinning vortex.

And with it, my last shred of humanity and cognizance disappears.

Raglan

As Hawthorn withdraws, Priya collapses into a messy panting sprawl on the bed. I crouch beside the bed, riveted by the limp little Omega whose hips still undulate as though in pleasure or invitation. She is open, waiting for her next mate to rut her.

Brook grins. He knows what is coming.

“No,” she snarls at Brook as he steps up behind her. His grin turns cruel as he snags her waist and heaves her ass from the bed.

Caden takes her hair, lifting her head and presenting her with his weeping cock. Her vexation is forgotten as she laps sweetly at Caden’s offering. He holds her off so that she cannot get more than the tip, and her little growls are of frustration. Brook plows deep, driving her onto his brother’s cock, plugging her mouth and throat.

“Gods, her pussy is gushing,” Brook mutters. As he slams in and out, I see the cum dripping and splattering over the bed.

“Good girl,” Caden says, stroking her cheek as she works her throat around the thick invasion. “Use your tongue like we have taught you.”

I’m captivated by both the Omega, who will soon become my mate, and the way Caden and Brook handle her, their rough treatment, and the way she responds.

With every snap of Brook’s hips and every choked breath she takes around Caden’s cock, I sink deeper into the feral subspace of my rut.

“Use her roughly,” Hawthorn says. “It is the only way she will feel thoroughly claimed. Her scent is already muted for others, but I don’t want the lass to suffer any confusion about her status. She was sent by the Goddess herself for our pleasure and use. Her little cunt will be ruined for anyone but us by the time we are all done.”

They growl over her. My position is perfect for watching Brook stuffing her tight little hole. The wet slap of each deep thrust, her hoarse groan, and the lads’ growls of pleasure fill the room as they do Hawthorn’s bidding. Her pretty face contorts, fingers raking over the bedding as Brook knots her and Caden fills her throat.

“Good lass,” Hawthorn praises. “You are ours now and must learn to take all our lusts. Clench around Brook, make sure he gives you all his seed. Lick every drop that Caden has given you, lass.”

Her body convulses under another climax that has the occupants of the bed groaning. She laps all around Caden’s cock, before swiping fingers over her damp chin and stuffing that into her mouth too.

“Greedy lass,” Caden says. His smirk is dark and a little cruel. He tips her chin up before pushing fingers into her mouth, all the way to the back until she gags. “Swallow over them, lass. Good girl. Now, relax your jaw.” He plays in her mouth with thick fingers, exploring, testing, stretching.

I shudder under the influence of the heated scene playing out before me. My cock grows, the bright pink length pushing fully from its sheath until both thickened knots are exposed.

Hawthorn takes his place as Caden shifts away, using her mouth while he waits for Brook’s knot to ease. No sooner does Brook leave than Hawthorn flips her over, and pinning the writhing Omega, ruts her hard and fast. Her groans turn guttural, and her hooded eyes lock with mine.

I rise, rounding the bed, leaking a trail of pre-cum as I approach. My cock is obscenely thick and long and in this form, Priya will get no more than the tip into her pretty mouth, I find perverse pleasure anticipating the challenge. Her eyes widen as I rub the tip over her lips, tongue darting out to collect the clear pre-cum coating the head. Her body rocks as Hawthorn fucks into her, and I circle her throat with my clawed hand. “Open,” I growl. Her lips part, and the bulbous head squeezes past lips and teeth that add a heady rasp of pain to the hot wetness of her mouth. I push my claw in, pinning it carefully between teeth to hold