Page 88 of Claimed By the Psychos

I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and the sight of her sprawled and panting nearly breaks what's left of my control. "How do you want me?"

She rolls onto her stomach with feline grace, raising her ass in the air in clear invitation. "Like this. Want to feel how big you really are."

I shed my clothes with embarrassing speed, and when my cock springs free, Juniper looks back over her shoulder with eyes that go wide.

"Holy shit," she breathes. "You weren't kidding about proportional."

"I can go slow—" I start, but she cuts me off.

"Don't you fucking dare. I want all of it."

Hard to say no to an invitation like that.

I position myself behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding my cock to her entrance. The first push in draws sounds from both of us—hers high and needy, mine low and probably more monstrous than human. She's so tight, so hot, and I have to pause when I'm only halfway in, afraid I'll just fucking come if I move too fast.

"More," she demands, pushing back against me, and who am I to deny her?

I slide in the rest of the way in one smooth thrust, and we both groan at the sensation. She's perfect around me, tight enough that every movement is almost too much but not quite. I start moving, slow at first, trying to be gentle, but she's having none of it.

"Harder," she demands. "I'm not made of glass."

"No," I agree, snapping my hips forward with enough force to jolt her forward. "You're made of something much more dangerous."

She laughs, the sound turning into a moan when I hit particularly deep. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Good to know. How about there?" I ask, thrusting into her spot.

Her spine arches, and she makes a sound that undoes me.

I set a rhythm that's just shy of punishing, each thrust driving her forward into the pillows. The sight of my cock disappearing into her, the way her ass bounces with each impact, the sounds she's making—it's almost too much. But then she looks at Archer, who's been watching with pupils blown wide, cock straining against his pants.

"Soldier boy," she says, voice rough. "Come here."

He scrambles forward so fast he nearly trips, and Felix actually laughs—not his usual bitter exhale, but an actual laugh.

"She can take two at once," Felix says with a smirk. "She likes it."

Archer looks between Felix and Juniper like he's been given permission to open Christmas presents early. "Are you sure?"

"Get your cock out and get over here before I change my mind," Juniper orders, and fuck if that commanding tone doesn't make my cock twitch inside her.

Archer strips with efficiency, and when his cock springs free, Juniper makes an appreciative noise. "Pretty," she purrs, running her hand down the length.

He grunts. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"It is," she purrs, swiping her tongue over his crown in a way that makes his eyes roll back in his head, all insult forgotten.

The first slide of his cock between her lips coincides with a particularly deep thrust from me, and the moan she makes around him has Archer's fingers biting into the blankets.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Your mouth, it's?—"

"Perfect," I finish for him, because it's true. Everything about her is perfect, from the way she takes my cock to the way she's sucking Archer like it's her favorite thing in the world.

Elias is still against the wall, but his hand is inside his pants now, stroking himself with movements that match our rhythm. His eyes are locked on where I'm connected to Juniper, and there's something almost reverent in his expression.

"You like watching?" Juniper asks when Archer pulls back to let her breathe. "Like seeing me take them?"

"Yes," Elias admits, voice rough. "You're magnificent."