Page 37 of Haunted (Blackwood Brothers #1)

XAVIER

M y fingers stretch open Mira’s ass, feeling her muscles relax around the intrusion as she whimpers beneath me. The sound goes straight to my cock, which throbs with the need to replace my fingers and claim this final part of her.

But the three hunters circling us like vultures make my jaw clench with possessive fury.

Jenson stands closest, his usually composed demeanor cracking as he strokes himself. My spymaster’s sharp intelligence is focused entirely on Mira, cataloging every reaction.

Marcus maintains his military bearing even naked, his scarred chest rising and falling with controlled breaths as his fist works his length. His dark eyes miss nothing—the way Mira arches when I scissor my fingers, how her thighs tremble when I press deeper.

Victor looms behind them both, his massive frame casting shadows across Mira’s pale skin. Tattoos ripple across his muscles as he fists his cock. Still, despite his intimidating presence, I know he understands the boundaries.

They all do.

One word from me, and they’d disappear without question.

The power dynamics here are crystal clear—I’m a Blackwood, and they know exactly where they stand in our hierarchy.

But the way Mira responds to their attention, the fresh arousal pooling between her thighs, knowing they’re watching her most intimate moments. ..

I can’t deny her this.

“You love having them watch you,” I murmur against her ear, adding a fourth finger to stretch her wider. “My little exhibitionist gets so wet knowing three dangerous men are stroking their cocks while I open up your virgin ass.”

Mira’s answering moan vibrates through her. “Yes,” she gasps, rocking gently. “I love it. I love knowing they want me but can’t have me.”

That last part makes satisfaction surge through my chest. She understands exactly who she belongs to, even in the throes of pleasure.

“That’s right,” I growl, my fingers working deeper. “They can look, but only I get to touch. Only I get to fuck this perfect little hole.”

Jenson’s breathing quickens, his usually pale complexion flushed with arousal. “She’s taking your fingers so well,” he observes, his voice strained. “Look how her body opens for you.”

Mira’s arousal coats my fingers as I withdraw them slowly. I’ve never seen a woman’s pussy get so fucking wet—her arousal is literally dripping onto the marble floor below her, creating a small puddle that catches the candlelight.

“Christ, look at you,” I breathe, running my clean hand down her spine as she trembles beneath me. “You’re soaked. Your body is begging for this.”

I trail kisses along her spine, tasting salt and silk as my lips map the curve of her back. Each press of my mouth draws another soft whimper from her throat, and I can feel the tension melting from her muscles with every caress.

The three hunters watch with rapt attention, their breathing harsh in the intimate space we’ve carved out in this den of debauchery. But they know their place—observers only, witnesses to my claiming of this extraordinary woman.

Reaching toward a nearby caddy, I grab a bottle of high-quality lubricant.

The room is well-stocked with everything necessary for pleasure, with bottles of various gels and oils scattered throughout the chamber.

I coat my fingers generously before slicking my aching cock, the cool liquid a relief against my heated flesh.

My shaft throbs as I position myself behind her, the head of my cock pressing against her tight entrance. She’s relaxed now, pliant under my touch and lost in the haze of arousal I’ve carefully built within her .

“Are you ready for me, Mira?” I ask. One hand grips her hip while the other guides my cock into her ass. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to stake my claim on every part of you.”

The vulnerability of this moment strikes me—not just hers, but mine. This isn’t about physical possession anymore. There’s an attachment forming between us, one that goes beyond the Hunt.

But right now, with her open and welcoming me, with three pairs of eyes watching our every move, all I can focus on is the heat radiating from her core and the way she pushes back, silently begging for my invasion.

“I need to hear you say it,” I murmur, pressing the tip inside her ass. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Mira breathes. “Completely yours, Xavier. Please—I need you inside me.”

My cock jerks against her entrance as I slowly push forward, feeling her ass envelop the head. Christ, she’s so fucking tight—like a silken vise gripping me.

“That’s my good girl,” I growl, one hand sliding around to find her swollen clit. The moment my fingers make contact, she cries out, her back arching beautifully as I play with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I ease deeper, inch by inch, watching her shoulders for any tension. She accepts my invasion easily, considering her ass has never been fucked. Her arousal coats my fingers as I play with her clit.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well,” I breathe, sinking deeper into her ass. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take everything I give you. ”

Mira’s response is a broken moan. Her muscles flutter around my cock as I finally slide every inch inside her, my balls resting against her cunt. We’re both breathing hard. She’s so fucking responsive—every touch, every movement draws another sound of pleasure from her lips.

The three hunters watching us are transfixed, their breathing harsh as they witness me take her anal virginity.

Jenson’s usually controlled demeanor has cracked completely, his fist sliding up and down his cock frantically.

Marcus maintains his military bearing, but I can see the strain in his shoulders and the way his jaw clenches as he fights to maintain control.

Victor’s massive frame trembles with desire, his need desperate as his cock leaks bead after bead of precum.

But they each respect the boundary. They’re here to watch, nothing more.

I pull back before driving into her ass again, harder this time, and she takes every inch like she was born for it.

“Such a greedy little slut,” I growl, my fingers never stopping their assault on her clit. “Do you feel how well your greedy little ass swallows my cock? You love being fucked like this while three masked men watch, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Mira gasps, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “God, yes.”

“Tell them,” I command. “Tell them how much you love being my dirty little whore.”

Her walls clench around me as the words spill from her lips. “I love it. I love being fucked by you while they watch me.”

Jenson’s voice cuts through her moans, rough with arousal. “Christ, look at her take that cock in her ass. Her cunt is making a puddle on the floor.”

“Such a perfect little cunt,” Marcus adds, his military composure completely shattered. “Made to be used and filled.”

Victor’s deep rumble joins them. “Never seen a woman get so wet from being ass-fucked. She’s loving every second of it.”

Their crude commentary makes Mira’s pussy flood with fresh arousal, coating my fingers as I play with her clit. The combination of their filthy words and my relentless rhythm has her suspended on the edge.

“You hear that, baby?” I thrust harder, my cock stretching her tight hole. “They can see what a dirty little cock-slut you are. How you cream yourself from having your ass filled.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers, starting to shake. “Xavier, please?—”

“That’s it,” Jenson breathes. “Come with his cock in your ass while we watch. Show us how much you love being his fuck toy.”

“Such a good little whore,” Marcus groans. “Taking it so deep in her tight ass.”

“Come for him,” Victor commands. “Let us see you fall apart.”

The combination of their voices and my fingers on her clit sends her over the edge. Mira screams my name as her orgasm tears through her, her ass clamping down on my cock like a vise while her pussy spasms around my fingers.

“That’s my girl,” I growl, fucking her through the aftershocks. “Coming so hard while three men watch you get your ass destroyed.”

Her orgasm milks my cock so hard I nearly lose my goddamn mind. The way her ass clamps down around me, pulsing and squeezing with each wave of her climax, threatens to push me right over the edge.

But I’m not ready for this to end.

My grip on her hips tightens as I start fucking her harder, deeper, chasing my own release with savage intensity. The careful control I maintained while opening her up is now completely gone, replaced by hunger.

“Fuck, Mira,” I growl, my hips snapping forward with brutal force. “Your ass feels so fucking perfect around my cock.”

She’s still shaking from her orgasm, pliant and willing beneath me as I take what I need. Each thrust drives her forward, but my fingers dig into her hip bones, keeping her exactly where I want her.

“Xavier,” she gasps, her voice broken and breathless. “Oh god?—”

I can feel my balls drawing up tight, the familiar heat pooling low in my spine as my thrusts become more erratic. The wet sounds of my cock pistoning in and out of her ass mix with her continued moans and the harsh breathing of our audience.

My balls slap against her swollen clit with each brutal thrust, and the contact makes her cry out with each impalement. She’s so sensitive from her orgasm that even that indirect stimulation has her trembling again.

“Taking my cock so well,” I pant, my fingers digging deeper into her hips. I know I’m gripping her hard enough to leave marks—dark purple bruises in the shape of my hands that will remind her of this moment for days. “Such a perfect little anal slut.”

The three hunters watching us are completely lost in their own pleasure now, their hands working frantically as they watch. Their ragged breathing and muttered curses create a symphony of lust that only fuels my desperation.