Page 60 of Hunted By Them

“Yes,” she said immediately, greedy for it. “Yes.”

Dash laughed. “Look at you, you needy slut,” he crooned. “Not even the rain can cool the heat in your pussy.” He was now stroking himself beside me.

“Yes, but I’m your slut.”

Dash growled. I smirked. Part of me, the possessive, selfish part, wanted to keep Sweet Daisy all to myself. But it would feel wrong not to have Dash and Jaxon in our lives. Not being able to watch her get fucked and filled as many times as she could take.

“Oh yeah, right there. Fuck, I’m going to come again,” Sweet Daisy yelled as Jaxon pistoned in and out. “Yes…yes…I’m coming.”

Her legs shook as the orgasm gripped her, and I had never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Ahh,” Jaxon groaned, his body flexing as he unloaded. When he pulled out, come ran down the inside of her thighs, and I licked my lips at the sight.

Before she could catch her breath, I stepped forward and wrapped my hand around the back of her neck. I dragged the edge of my mask down the side of her throat. She tilted her head to give me better access, like an offering.

Turning her around, I pushed her up against the cool stone and trapped her. Her back pressed into my chest, and I pinned her with my weight. She wiggled against me and rubbed her ass against my cock. There was nothing shy or coy about the invitation, and a dark growl rumbled in my throat. Angling myself just right, I found her hot core and shoved into her once more. She felt perfect, she felt like home.

I rocked against her slowly, letting the rhythm brand itself into both of us without needing to describe the way we fit. The forest understood, she understood, and everything else was just background noise.

“Tell me,” I rasped in her ear. “What are you?”

“Yours,” she gasped, turning her head enough that I could see her eye. “Yours,” she repeated.

“Say that you belong to all of us,” Jaxon ordered as he stood beside us with his arms crossed.

“Yes…all of you. I’m all of yours,” she groaned, shuddering.

I pulled out, leaving her wanting. The thunder boomed overhead as if it too was disappointed that I hadn’t finished.

“Get on your knees and face us,” I directed.

Jaxon had a point. If I really did want her to be all of ours, then we needed to claim her at the same time. Dash walked over, and the three of us stood looking down at her, like we were protecting her from the raging storm.

“Suck our cocks,” Dash growled, and Sweet Daisy didn’t argue.

She slipped the mask off her face and laid it down gently on the ground. Wrapping her hands around Jaxon and me, she opened her mouth for Dash.

He grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth until the entire thing disappeared. “Yes, that’s a good, slut. Fucking take it.”

She gagged but didn’t back off as he pummeled her mouth over and over. Sweet Daisy’s hands stroked me and Jaxon, and then pulled off of Dash, much to his grumbling, and sucked me into her mouth as she stroked him.

“Good girl,” I snarled. “Open. Take it. All of it.”

She did. And when the rain hammered harder, she took more until my cock was down her throat. I had to beat back the urge to come with the feel of her hot mouth, talented tongue, and watching her lips on my cock.

Rain splattered her face, and wet strands of hair stuck to her cheeks as they hollowed out. Her hands moved faster, and as if she knew that I was close, she broke away and replaced me with Jaxon.

She did the same order two more times, and I was barely holding it together. The tip of my cock ached, and my balls were pulled up tight as I held off the release.

“Look at me,” I ordered, and she did, eyes locked, rain streaking her lashes, mud on her face, but a dark lust burned in her eyes. “Rub your pussy, I want you to come with us.”

Jaxon took the cue and pulled out of her mouth. We took over our own cocks. Hands stroking fast, we grunted and groaned.

“I’m going to come,” Sweet Daisy panted, and then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

Like she had just given us all an order, we roared as we came. The white jets of come flew from the tips of our cocks and landed on her face and tits. It slid down her body in white streams, and it felt complete, like we were four becoming one.

Daisy sagged into the mud and stared up at us with a smile on her face. We were wrecked, happy, and a whole lot unhinged. I tore the leather strap from my wrist, where it had been wrapped multiple times. It was a piece I’d braided seasons ago without knowing why. I tied it around her throat. A simple thing. A mark the city would mistake for jewelry.