Maisie
"You never screamed like that for me," Quinlan said, and I fell forward with a shout as he kicked my thighs apart. Jericho and I groaned as the latter sank in to the hilt, his knot swelling inside me, locking me down on him until I couldn't have escaped if I tried.
I didn't want to.
My claws scratched over Jericho's chest. I shook through it, body clamping, tensing, already chasing the next scrape of sensation. Any of it. All of it. Quinlan pressed a slick fingertip against my asshole, demanding entry.
"I should like to know which you like better when we're both inside you," he said.
A brief, drunken giggle slipped out of me. That didn't sound like the punishment it was meant to be. I wanted to take it all. His fingers. His cock. Whatever he put inside me. I was empty, I was starving, and if the air could fill me, I would grind against it too.
The giggle hiccuped into a whimper when Quinlan pushed a second finger in.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
