Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,65

whimper, but his lips brush against my ear a moment later, his voice deep with desire.

“Are you ready for me, angel? I can feel how greedy you are. Do you want this?”

As he speaks, I feel the slick head of his cock press against my back opening, and my breath catches. I’m still a little scared, but there’s no way on earth I’m stopping now. This is about so much more than just sex.

It’s just like Beck said.

I want to claim these men. Both of them.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please. Give it to me.”

I brace my hands on Ryland’s chest and turn my head a little, letting Beckett kiss me as he begins to press inside. His cock is bigger than his fingers, but he moves with the same careful patience, sliding home in small, gentle pulses.

When he’s completely buried inside me, all three of us let out a collective sigh. It’s a sound of relief, but also one of anticipation.

Then Ryland kisses me, his lips so fierce and hungry on mine that it feels like he’s trying to make up for all those days and weeks when we held each other at arm’s length. I kiss him back the same way as Beck slides an arm around my waist, helping to lift me up a little so Ryland can position himself.

I’m so wet that I’m dripping, and although I feel incredibly full, there’s no pain as he pushes inside. My clit rubs against his pubic bone as he impales me, and the sensation makes me groan with pleasure.

“I’m so… so full,” I mutter, because there’s no other way to describe it. It’s like how I felt when I was standing with these men on either side of me, enclosing me between their bodies—but times a million.

Every slight shift of their hips makes sensation barrel through me, and although I know it takes them effort, they both move slowly.

They find a rhythm with each other easily, falling into perfect sync as their hands skate over my body. We’re all covered in sweat now, and the heat coming from them feels like it might scorch me.

Eventually, I’m the one that begins moving faster and harder, shifting my hips as I chase the incredible feelings cascading through me.

“Fuck, angel,” Ryland grunts.

They take their cue from me and pick up the pace, and I lose track of everything but the feel of our bodies moving together. Beckett is breathing hard behind me, his body taut as a wire, and I can feel the same tension in Ryland.

Despite the way they’ve put the worst of their past aside and have openly agreed to share me, I get the sense that there’s an element of competitiveness in both of them—they’re each teetering on the edge, but neither man wants to be the one to come first.

Lucky for them, I’m here to take one for the team.

I come first.

And second.

And third.

The first orgasm hits me like a train, and both men grunt, their pace growing almost frantic as they thrust into me. The feeling of them losing control spurs me into another orgasm, and that one rolls into a third, pleasure rushing through me in a torrent so strong that I can’t even scream.

I clamp down tight around them, and that finally steals the last of Beck’s restraint. His cock thickens inside me as he comes, flooding me with heat, and a half-second later, Ryland follows him over the edge.

They both grind against me, swirling their hips as they pulse and jerk and I milk every bit of their release from them.

Holy… crap.

I can’t breathe. I can’t even really think.

Carefully, Beckett slides out of me, and Ryland helps me lift myself off his shaft before we all collapse onto the bed.

I end up on my side between the two men, who curl close against me, our sweaty skin sticking together. I’m facing Ryland, but I can feel Beck’s lips against the back of my neck, and I feel utterly safe in the cocoon of their arms.

Ryland’s finger and thumb catch my chin again, and he tilts my face a little to meet my eyes. The man I’m looking at in this moment seems so different from the icy, stoic man I first met in his law office.

“This is why we have to fight by your side, Trinity,” he tells me, his voice quiet and honest.

“Because you’re ours,” Beck adds. “And we’re yours.”

Chapter Twenty

Knight

“For fuck’s sake, Ford, will you quit pacing? You’re gonna wear a hole straight through