Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Protecting New York (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Lainey Reese Page B

in and out. The fleshy slap of his hips as Cade pumped into her ass. The way she whimpered and moaned and begged while the men growled and rumbled out praises to her littered with profanity.
    “Oh fuck me, Little One,” Trevor groaned. “Fucking beautiful.”
    The primal endearments reminded Shy of Faulkner when he got in the mood for the rougher, darker side of sex, and God how she loved it when that happened.
    Cade grabbed a fistful of Riley’s dark locks and craned her head back. Cheyenne gasped as he laid his teeth into her shoulder and bit. Hard. Was it the barn-like setting that had Shy thinking of stallions and mares and their primal mating habits? His free hand squeezed on one perfect breast while Trevor widened her legs even further and let his hips fly.
    They were going to come. They had to, Cheyenne thought. No one could withstand that level of passion for this long and not succumb.
    As if summoned by her thoughts, that now familiar weight in her belly set off a warning bell in Cheyenne’s sex-drugged thoughts. She was getting close. Her hips flexed and she squeezed her thighs together to increase the friction of the butterfly on her clit. So close. Faster now, she flexed faster, and without knowing it, her hips mirrored the tempo of the scene in front of her.
    Riley stiffened and arched. So did Shy.
    “I’m coming!” Riley shouted it in panic. “Please. Please. May I come?”
    Yes . Cheyenne thought. God yes, please let her come.
    “Yes,” she heard one of them rumble. “Come, baby. Come for us.”
    Riley let out a squeak and then her entire body locked and Cheyenne knew the crash was upon her. Her own breath caught, her pulsing movements froze, and that weight within her grew and bloomed and—
    “Not you, Shy.” Faulkner slid one hand between her legs and one to the pebbled nipple of her left breast. “You don’t have permission to come yet.”
    The sadist plucked at her breast even as he tapped on the vibrator covering her clit. Cheyenne’s vision went blurry. She arched and bit her lip in an effort to hold back. The men in front of her let loose with hoarse cries as they succumbed to their own climaxes and the sound, the sight, only served to drive her even higher.
    Shy was pushing back against Dude now, her body pressing into his as she fought like hell to hold off. His hands weren’t making it an easy task however.
    “Oh Christ,” she grit out between clenched teeth. “Please. I c-can’t! I can’t stop-stop it. I’m com—”
    “No, baby.” His voice was dark and deep and so fucking sexy she could hardly stand it. “Wait.”
    Then he slid his hand under her skirt and two thick fingers filled her aching, dripping sheath.
    That was it. Nothing could have stopped the avalanche that was her orgasm at that point. With a scream that was unlike any sound she’d ever made before, Cheyenne’s entire body arched and shook as she erupted.
    “Oh fuck yes !” Faulkner’s voice barely registered over the thunderous roaring in her ears. He banded his free arm around her and pulled her even closer. Then those magic fingers pumped faster in and out of her while he used his thumb to rub the butterfly hard against her throbbing clit. It was unlike anything she could ever remember feeling. Then another spellbinding, mind-blowing orgasm slammed into her before the first one even faded. She screamed. Faulkner growled something unintelligible and shifted them yet again.
    Now he stood over her sprawled in the chair and his hand fucked her pussy relentlessly. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her eyes watered, and Cheyenne’s vision started to go cloudy as she felt yet another peak layer right on top of the others.
    “I can’t stop!” she gasped, her whole body felt infused with drugging pleasure. “It won’t—stop— coming—”
    Dude placed one hand on her throat. And squeezed. “Don’t stop, Shy. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” The fingers inside her flipped, then instead of in and out