Page 140 of Conquered

What the ever loving fuck?!

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

LILLY

As I curse Ash every name under the sun, I hear footsteps coming up the hall, back towards me.

That sounds like more than just one person…

My suspicion is confirmed when Ash walks back through the door, followed by Loki, Jax, and Kai. I take in a sharp inhale as they fan around the bed, all looking down at me with matching expressions of hunger and appreciation on their faces.

“Black certainly is your colour, Pretty Girl,” Loki drawls, his emerald eyes practically on fire as he takes me in, naked and tied up in the black ropes.

My nipples harden to points under their gaze, my pussy throbbing with the need for release, which only they’ll be able to give me considering my current predicament.

Ash stands at the foot of the bed again, the white bandage on his thigh stark against his tattooed skin, a condom already covering his hard member. He starts to crawl up the bed until his lips are level with my aching cunt. Holding my gaze, and lowering down, his wicked tongue comes out to lick me fromopening to clit. My hips buck off the bed at the warm contact, and I moan loudly as I almost climax from that touch alone. His hands come up to my pelvis, holding me in place as he starts to feast on me, licking and sucking with such devastating precision, that within mere minutes I’m screaming and coming all over his face.

I look around the bed with hooded eyes, to see the others have all stripped down, hands wrapped around their rock hard members, condoms already on, and their eyes ablaze with desire.

Ash draws my attention back to him when he begins to climb back up my body, holding himself above me, his dick poised at my entrance.

He leans down to kiss me, devouring my mouth like he did my pussy, and tasting myself on his lips and tongue sets me alight all over again.

Pulling back, he looks me straight in the eyes as though he's trying to steal my very soul from my body.

“We're each going to fuck you, to claim you, and you're going to take it like the good girl I know you can be,” he instructs, his voice low and demanding and I can’t stop the full body shudder at his words. “You are ours, Lilly Darling, and will be ours until we're dragged kicking and screaming from this world into the flames. And when we're all in Hell, we will take on Lucifer himself if he dares to keep us from you.”

Not giving me a moment to process his declaration, he slams into me up to the hilt with a deep primal groan, causing a pleasure filled shriek to issue from my parted lips. The way he starts to fuck me is not gentle, or soft and sweet. It's as he said, a claiming. He's branding me as his, as theirs, with every hard thrust of his hips and every grind of his pelvis into my clit. He's practically snarling, and sweat beads his brow, his grey eyes swirling with a kind of frenzied animal madness.

I'm utterly helpless, unable to move, so I give myself over to the intense sensations that he's eliciting from my body. It's euphoric, giving someone complete control over you, and just letting go. Everything fades away, apart from his hardness pounding into me, stoking the flames higher, until I'm burning all over.

“Ash!” I gasp out as he keeps hitting the same spot inside me, over and over again, driving me wild.

“Come for me, Princess. Paint me with your release,” he orders, his voice strained, letting me know that he's close, too.

As if knowing I need a little nudge, he brings one hand between us and pinches my clit, which tips me over the edge, howling my climax as I fall. I hear him roar, reaching his own pinnacle whilst I'm still floating, and he stiffens above me as he comes. His face transforms when he finds release, and for a brief moment, he looks utterly relaxed and at peace.

We lie together, him still deep inside me for several heartbeats, breathing each other in like we need the other to keep existing. He leans down, kissing me tenderly on my lips.

“Thank you, Princess,” he whispers against them, before pushing up and out of me. I mourn the loss, missing his heat already.

He kneels up between my legs, looking like a satisfied jungle cat, languid yet full of danger.

“Kai,” he declares, getting off the bed, stripping the used rubber off his semi-hard cock, and going to sit in the big armchair that's to the side of us, which is shrouded in darkness.

My attention snaps to Kai, who's now coming around to the other side of the bed. I notice he has something long in his hand, and when he steps into the circle of light, my breath catches. He's holding a thin black whip with a red leather tip.

“What's your safe word, Lilly?” Kai asks me, his voice low and melodic.

“Red,” I whisper back, a rush of excitement sweeping over me.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I fucking preen at the approval. “Do you know what this is, Lilly?” he quizzes, and I nod. “You may speak,” he instructs, his voice firm and commanding, and I can feel my core tighten with the authority in his tone.

“It's a whip,” I say softly, my eyes darting back up to his, seeking approval.

“It's actually called a crop, but you were very close, well done,” he congratulates, making my body flush.

I take in a sharp breath as he brings the leather tip along my side, teasing me with a light touch starting at my waist, then running it around the side of my breast, my underarm, and up to my closed fist.