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One finger became two. More lube poured between her cheeks as those two digits turned and twisted in her back passage. She felt herself getting wetter, Mack’s cock sliding in and out like a knife through butter.
“Doing good, pixie.”
Refusing to comment, she shifted and held out her hand to Tabitha when her friend yelped. They clasped and clung, Tabitha’s grip ridiculously strong.
“Ready if you are, Mack.” Grit ran a gentle hand over Tabitha’s shoulder.
A long, turbulent second of silence.
“Color, pixie?”
Sierra scowled. “Green, Sir.”
Mack gave her a light pat on the hip and pulled out. The slick crown replaced his fingers an instant later, breaching her impossibly slowly.
A cry waited in the base of her throat, poised to ricochet up her throat and destroy her vow to remain mute, only… she felt a vague pressure, the sensation of stretching, but no burn. No pain.
What the fuck?
Bewildered, she stared at Tabitha who wore the same startled expression.
Okay, that wasn’t natural. In fact, it was downright eerie. On one hand, she fucking loved the burn, that bite of discomfort from being claimed in a very taboo place, while on the other, she was grateful she wasn’t screaming as the fat cock working its way up her ass pushed her limits to the max.
Her head whipped around. “What the hell did you do?”
Concentration creasing his brow, Mack arched an eyebrow. “You want to know now?”
“Damn straight I do! Why can’t I feel anything?”
The bastard had the gall to smirk. “Don’t worry, you will. Numbing lube, pixie. Just around this tight little hole so I don’t traumatize you into hard limiting anal sex in future.”
She spluttered, actuallyspluttered.
“Liam thought it might help Tabitha; I suggested it might be beneficial for you too. Looks like it’s almost working for her,” he murmured, flicking his eyes over to Tabitha. “Next time, you’ll take me without any niceties, Sierra. You’ll feel every inch of me, start to finish.”
With a grunt, she let her head hang as his cock burrowed deeper, waking up the nerves where the lube hadn’t reached. Yeah, she felt him now, commandeering her insides as though they belonged to him.
Tabitha’s grip on her hand turned brutal, the bones scraping together as she suffered through Grit’s penetration with a curled lip and frantic breaths.
“Easy, little tiger. Slow your breathing.”
“I am going to wait until you are asleep,” she hissed as her head and neck twisted awkwardly. Her hips were trying to hunch but the block beneath them kept her precisely where Grit wanted her. “I’m going to peel your cock like an apple before I cut it off. I fucking hate you.”
All three men stiffened; Sierra noticed Liam covered his crotch with one hand. Grit was speechless, but Mack… Mack stepped into the line of fire without hesitation.
Probably because he didn’t know who Tabitha was or what she was capable of when she was in full murder mode.
“Want to trade, Grit? Sierra’s much more accommodating.”
Tabitha pushed up on her elbows, her eyes turning to slits, only for her Dom to pin her down. Her focus was deadly, her displeasure centering on Mack instead of the real cause.
“Who said I’m not planning something similar for you two?” Sierra demanded, then lost her breath when Mack shunted a hefty portion of his shaft into her passage.
She caught the groan before it gave her away; the shimmers of pain morphed into a bruising ache before it rolled into a tsunami of pleasure tumbling through her guts.
“Done talking,” he informed her darkly.
When he released her neck, she felt strangely bereft. The collar of his hand was warm and reassuring; she wanted it back. He didn’t give it to her. Instead, his hands clamped down her hips, using them as leverage.
