Page 69 of Primal

As soon as Soren’s cock enters me fully, I whine. Fuck, this might be impossible to add anymore. I’m not sure I can take Merrick, too.

I try to angle myself better, dipping down so my gyrating hips can better adjust to the girth. It feels so good, little spikes of pleasure rising up my spine every time I’m spread wider with every thrust.

In the corner of my eyes, I see Merrick head over to the desk to grab something from Braken—a bottle of lube—and I know what’s going to happen now.

I feel Merrick’s hand on my hip, his grip firm as he positions himself behind me. A drizzle of cool liquid slips down between the curve of my ass cheeks. The feeling sends a shiver up my spine, and my body tenses in anticipation. Merrick’s fingers follow the path of the lube, teasing and preparing.

Soren’s eyes are locked onto mine, offering a silent assurance that he will be there to guide me through this new experience. He begins to move beneath me at a slow rhythm, allowing me to adjust not only to his size inside me but also to what’s about to follow.

Merrick’s fingers stroke and tease, and with each touch, I’m a little more relaxed, a bit more prepared. He’s patient, letting me grow accustomed to the sensation before he finally pushes a finger inside me. It’s strange and different, but not altogether unpleasant. Soren responds by pumping his hips at a slightly faster rate, pulling gasps from my lips that seem to spur Merrick on.

The hand that’s been resting on my hip moves up to grip my waist now, holding me steady as something far thicker than his finger presses against me. My heart skips in apprehension, but Merrick’s reassuring voice is in my ear. “Trust us,” he murmurs as he starts to push in.

Pain and pleasure meld, an intoxicating mix that leaves me breathless. Even as my body protests the intrusion, I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. Soren’s rhythmic thrusts don’t falter, his eyes never leaving mine, full of dark promises. Hereaches up to cup a breast in his hand, brushing his thumb over the sensitive peak and drawing another moan from me.

I clutch at Soren’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I hold on tightly. Soren grunts in approval, thrusting up into me as Merrick pushes deeper.

When I falter, when it becomes too much, they both still instantly. Our panting fills the room as we all take a moment to breathe. Soren grounds me with a deep kiss that has me forgetting about everything else.

“Relax, baby,” I hear Braken say from behind his desk. “Let them fuck you. Learn to love the pain.”

The sensation of being so completely filled overcomes my senses, and I’m reduced to little more than whimpers and moans. Merrick’s grip tightens on my waist, steadying my movements while Soren supports me from beneath. The burgeoning knot of pleasure coils tighter and tighter within me until I feel like I might burst.

Merrick’s thrusts grow sharper, stronger, and from the way his grip tightens on my waist, he’s as close as I am. A groan vibrates against my ear. My chest rises and falls rapidly in time with their thrusts, gasping out their names as heat floods every vein.

Soren grips my hip tighter, signaling his nearing climax with a guttural groan. His other hand leaves my breast to steady my shaky legs as the first tendrils of orgasm make themselves known to me.

Merrick pulls back as I feel him climax, his warmth filling me simultaneously with Soren’s grunting release. The feeling of them both coming inside me sends me over the edge into the throes of my own powerful release.

As my vision blurs from the overwhelming pleasure, I collapse against Soren, gasping for breath. He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me close as the final tremors oforgasm shake our bodies. Merrick pulls out slowly, a soft gasp leaving my lips at the loss of him. He kisses my shoulder gently before moving away.

I see him move toward Braken and hear him say, “Now it’s your turn to come. Put that dick of yours in my mouth.”

Braken chuckles darkly from his perch behind the desk, watching us with a heat in his eyes. “You don’t need to ask twice,” he says, rising from his seat as Merrick approaches him.

He places his hand on Merrick’s neck, guiding him down onto his knees. Merrick doesn’t hesitate. He’s eager, hungry even, and he doesn’t waste time before taking Braken into his mouth.

Soren tightens his arms around me as we watch them together. The sight is intoxicating; the way Braken holds onto Merrick’s hair while he thrusts into his mouth. Merrick takes him expertly, bobbing in perfect rhythm with Braken’s hoarse moans.

Braken’s eyes are half-closed with pleasure as he thrusts into Merrick’s mouth, his fingers tangled in Merrick’s hair. With his other hand, he clutches the edge of his desk, knuckles white. The sight of such a powerful man losing control under Merrick’s touch sends a new wave of desire coursing through my veins.

Soren’s fingers slip lower down my body, stroking lightly over oversensitive skin still recovering from my previous climax. He watches me closely though darkening eyes, taking in my reactions.

Braken’s breath comes in heavy pants and grunts as he climaxes hard, mouth parted in silent ecstasy.

Merrick continues to service him dutifully until every tremor has subsided. Only then does he release Braken from his mouth, licking his lips as he rises to his feet with a satisfied smile.

“My sexy genies,” I murmur as I close my eyes, feeling as if I may never be able to stand. “I can’t wait to give more commands.”

Chapter 36

Braken

There is only one tried and true way to get people to start talking: blackmail.

It’s also the thing you do when you don’t have shit to go on. But unfortunately, that’s true for me.

Nexxor still doesn’t have a lead on who Mr. Silk could be, though thanks to my handsome pay increase, he watches the burner phone 24/7. I send Jasper to retrace James’s steps based on a few text messages on his phone, but it is all drug deals and debt collectors.