Claimed by the ice princes

CHAPTER SIX

Sierra's POV

Of course, I do as instructed.

Who am I to refuse in the first place?

I have given up everything I hold dear earlier, so they own me tonight and please… I’m not ashamed of it. If my husband can cheat, then so can I.

With trembling legs, I move towards the king-size bed, climb it slowly, and lie down on it with my thighs spread wide apart.

Riven and Rafe are now naked—their c***s stand thick, veined, and leaking at the tip. I swallow hard at the sight, my eyes wide in a mix of fear and awe. Oh… Goddess, these are not c***s. These are weapons—one meant to punish me, and I can’t wait for them to see just how they will use it on me. Their c***s are three times bigger than that of my husband, and I fear if they will fit in my p***y.

I try to look away… God knows I do, but I can’t no matter how hard I try. I swallow hard, wondering how they have managed to have such hefty c***s.

Did they use herbal or something?

I have heard of an herbal that enlarges c**k, and a few times in the past I have resisted the urge to tell Varek to use it, but I didn’t because I was concerned that it might hurt his feelings.

Riven scoffs. “You’re drooling, Sierra.”

His mocking voice pulls me out of my haze, and I snap my head to the side, swallowing hard.

I feel a friction between my thighs, and I press them together, my back arching off the bed and my fingers gripping the duvet tightly.

Rafe crawls into the bed, sits beside me with his dark eyes fixed on my breasts. He doesn’t touch—just stares at them like they’re art in a museum. Like he's trying to figure out something with them. Then his hands reach out, and he circles round the tip with his long nails.

“Hmmm,” I gasp, his touch sending a jolt down to my c**t. I squeeze my eyes closed, my breasts swelling.

Oh… f**k.

Varek has never even touched my breasts before—maybe he has—but not any that I can remember. Every time we have s*x, it’s in haste because my darling husband claims he is too busy with the academy and pack matters. In fact, he says it’s just s*x and nothing special. There was a time Varek didn’t even let me pull my clothes off; he just lifted my dress, slammed into me, and came in two minutes—even before I could feel his c**k inside me.

“You have the sexiest t**s I have ever seen in my entire life,” Rafe growls, trailing his nails round my n*****s—his movements faster now, making my n*****s harden.

That’s a compliment, right? But I am too… f**k… the pleasure is too overwhelming for me to utter a statement.

Riven joins us on the bed at my other side and, without warning, grabs my breasts in his large palms and squeezes them roughly.

“God…” I scream as he fondles them like his playthings. Like he wants to punish them. “Riven…”

“Grip our c***s,” he orders. “Stroke them—up and down,” he says carefully, like a tutor teaching his students arithmetic.

I nod, and my hands fly to their c***s. At first, my hands weaken around them, but then I adjust myself, holding the base tightly, and I begin moving my hands up and down around their veined shafts.

“Yes, Sierra,” Rafe says in a satisfactory tone., throwing his head back “You’re doing this just right. Keep going. Faster. Harder.”

I do as instructed. My grip tightens around them so much I feel like it might hurt them. I move my hands faster, harder, stopping briefly to press my thumb on the leaking tip.

“f**k… Luna,” a growl rolls out of Riven’s throat. “We take our words back—you’re not totally inexperienced.”

A strange warmth spreads in my chest at Riven’s compliment. Yeah… I have the desperate urge to prove them wrong. To make sure we all enjoy each other tonight.

Rafe stops circling and closes his mouth around my n****e—biting it down, rolling his tongue around it, and sucking it in hard tugs.

My toes curl. I roll my eyes so hard until I’m seeing stars in the ceiling as his mouth latches onto my n****e like he owns it, sucking hard until I whimper.

Riven does the same. He closes his mouth around the other n****e, and I literally forget how to breathe. How to think. Who I am exactly.

“Rafe… Riven….” I scream—not a girly or cute one—but a guttural growl that scares me—my hands tightening around their c***s as I surrender myself to these men.

The beasts of the Nightmoor Pack.

These men… these men though.

Did they take a class on s*x? Because that is the only reason that explains how they can be this good.

Varek… I loathe you.

This is all you’ve denied me for six years, and yet you complain that I’m the boring one. How so?

Riven’s fingers drift between my thighs, and before I can blink, he slams his fingers inside my p***y. His fingers pump into me, in and out, knuckles brushing over my swollen c**t with every thrust.

“Riven… Please,” I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as his nails graze over that sensitive spot over and over again.

“Yes, baby,” he whispers, his fangs grazing my n*****s. He removes his fingers briefly—only to slam them back inside me with more brutal force.

My brain locks up. My hands weaken. I thrash uncontrollably against the sheets.

Rafe’s fingers reach down and begin to rub in fast, tight circles until my hips jerk.

“Oh f**k—yes—right there—” my voice breaks into a sharp cry as Riven’s fingers pump deeper, harder, his thumb grinding ruthless circles over my c**t.

“God… my t**s… ah—suck them harder—please.” I arch up between their mouths, hips jerking against the relentless touch that flips my stomach upside down.

“f**k—my p***y’s so f*****g wet—don’t stop—ah—” Words I don’t even understand tear out of my throat. The wet, obscene sounds between my thighs only make me lose it more.

“s**t—my c**t—yes, yes—f**k—” my nails claw at the sheets, legs shaking as heat explodes in my core. “Oh God, I’m cumming—don’t stop sucking—ah—both of you—yes—” I convulse against them, cries spilling out in shameless waves, and I shatter, my hot c*m spilling out onto their fingers.

I’m trembling and gasping for air, with Riven’s fingers still pumping inside me. A few more thrusts, and he withdraws from my p***y and dips the finger into his mouth, tasting me and savouring the flavour.

“Damn… Luna,” he growls, the veins in his neck visible. “I f*****g can’t get enough of you.”

I collapse, exhausted and well spent. I smile in relief, my eyes blinking closed.

That is one hell of a release, to even think they haven’t even f****d me yet.

“Are you exhausted?” Rafe asks, his voice jolting me awake.

There’s still more?

Yeah… I’m exhausted… but damn, I’m not when it comes to these men.

“No,” I breathe out.

He nods slowly and steps out of the bed. “Yeah… you can’t be tired because we’re just getting started.” He palms his d**k, his eyes never leaving me.

“You passed the first lesson, Miss Sierra,” he announces like I had just passed a national exam. His lips curling up in a devilish smirk, he says, "Then we move to the second lesson. Come and suck our cocks.”