Kite was done waiting. He pulled her from me, replacing my fingers with his own. “You're too fucking much,” he hissed through his teeth. “Just watching your face is killing me, Marina.”
Shaking myself, I realized even if I wasn't touching her, her claws were forever in my heart. This was out of control. Marina was the only person I'd ever known that could do this to me. She wrecked my plans and stomped on my composure.
If I tried to yank her out of my blood, would it tear me apart?
Shoving aside the train of thought, I unbuttoned my pants. Kite had Marina in his arms, stealing her attention. Somehow, as my zipper-teeth sliced the air, she heard it. Instantly her onyx eyes jumped to me, fixing on how I adjusted my bulge.
Smirking at her hungry stare, I outlined my cock. She couldn't blush any brighter. “Yes,” I breathed out. “You're ready. Bring her here.”
Lying on the jackets, I slid the condom out from my pocket. It sheathed me, and my only flicker of jealousy was when I realized Kite wasn't putting one on.
He was reveling in the ability to shove himself inside of her plump ass without hesitance. In his shoes, I'd have behaved the same.
Kite had started to position her, but she was too eager. Kicking her shoes and pants aside in a hurry, she swayed over to me on her own. It was magnificent, I had an angle that let me see her curved thighs and appetizing cunt.
Crooking a finger at her, my smile bloomed. I pumped the base of my cock, a motion erotic enough that she visibly trembled. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, riveted by her parted lips.
Hesitating, the dark-haired beauty—this bold woman—she looked me over and smiled. “I was enjoying the view. Committing this to memory.”
I faltered, heat and lust falling aside at her compliment. That was what she'd wanted, her eyes drawing me deep as they glimmered.
There were two thoughts in me. They warred with the other, tooth and nail.
Marina's mind is fantastic... she surprises me constantly.
And then: She's capable of surprising me.
That's extremely dangerous.
Every doubt flew away as she bent over me, knees coming down on each side of my hips. Marina straddled me in that forest, her * hovering right over my swollen cock. She wanted to dip down and fill herself.
Instead, I gripped her hips, freezing her in place.
Her confusion faded as Kite knelt behind her. “Both of you?” she asked, twisting to balk at him. “At—at the same time?”
In the fading forest light, Kite's grin was all shade. “It's our second-place prize. This belongs to us.”
That fierce side of her came through, even if her legs were shaking. “I'm not just some prize.”
“No,” I said, cupping her neck and pulling her down. Our noses touched, and I knew she would see the specters in my gaze. “Not just 'some' prize. Our prize.” Sliding the underside of my dick over her *, I felt her hot breath tickle me. “Right now—in this moment—we own you, Marina Fidel. Every part of you is ours... and if you don't believe me?” Controlling her decent, I guided only the tip of my length inside of her. That mewl went to my core. “Deny it. Push away, try to leave.”
Letting her go, I gave Marina an option. I was inside of her, glorifying in her wet heat. If she wanted to escape and avoid our desires, she could. Nothing held her down but the gravity of her lust.
Staring at me in disbelief, her eyes slowly narrowed. Her chest rose rapidly, stealing her bravado. “You're impossible,” she said, clenching her teeth.
What was impossible was walking away; for any of us.
Even being a mere inch inside of her hugging walls was addicting.
Heaving out a whistle of frustration, Marina pushed herself down my shaft and sobbed. The war was done. She'd conceded.
She belonged to us.
Holding her steady, I caressed her back and tilted her towards me. Over her head, I caught Kite's eye. My nod was tiny.
Bending low, he spread her ass with one hand. The other rubbed his cock-head over her rosebud, gently pressing beyond her ring of muscle. I could feel the pressure of her being stretched, the two of us struggling to share the warmth of her body.
“Fuck!” she shouted, tensing in my arms.
Wrapping my fist in her hair, I murmured straight into her ear canal. “Calm down, just try to relax.”
She laughed, a manic noise. “Calm down? You're both about to tear me in two—Fuck! Fucking hell, that's...” Quivering, her slick cunt clamped down on me.
Groaning, I let my eyes flutter, the agony of holding still giving me a migraine. I wanted to pound into her violently. I loved her screams, loved how she shivered and panted. But she needed to adjust to what we were doing. I knew she could, Marina was stronger than anyone who'd come before her.
Grunting, Kite stopped rocking into her. It was clear he was as deep as he could go. “You're crushing me,” he said. “Are you okay, Marina?”
“Yeah,” she moaned, sitting up slowly. Rich skin, high-speed curves, I was gazing up at a painting. Something meant to decorate the ceiling of an old chapel. Marina stole more of me every time I was with her.