I was caught in the middle of a tug-of-war I hadn't prepared for. One moment I was bracing myself for a threesome, and the next, I was being hauled backward by a husband who had apparently traded his 'predatory lust' for 'extreme possessiveness.'
And he was still balls deep inside me, no less.
I grunted, feeling him bulge in both my holes. Could he at least take it out before he tried to move me around? He was stretching my insides.
Damar's arms were firm around my waist, pulling my back flush against his sweaty chest. He didn't just hold me; he anchored me.
"Mine," he rasped again, the word vibrating through my spine. His emerald eyes were still blown wide, but the mindless haze was gone, replaced by a fierce, territorial heat that felt even more intense.
Should I be worried?
Noah frowned, his dick throbbing in place.
He let out a low, frustrated growl, his dark eyes flashing with a challenge.
