He pushed my face into my bedding, in the hopes of silencing my objections. “Shh. Shh. You’re going to call them in before I’ve opened you for them.”
“I don’t want opened.” I whimpered.
I don’t want to hurt. I’m still sore from things they’ve done over the last few days! I grimaced as I thought it.
“Yes, you do. An unopened woman can tear. And that will hurt you. Possibly permanently. I’m not going to allow that.”
“Why not? You’ve allowed everything else.” I said waspishly. The bit of fire in my soul rising to the surface.
He frowned chidingly at me. “We’ve behaved like dogs in rut, yes. But we don’t want to actually harm you.”
“You have been hurting me!”
“It’s different. It’s part of the mating process. Part of us trying to temper our need for this night so we don’t destroy you.”
I was sure that was probably true, but it didn’t make me resent him less.
Nor all the things he’d done to me. But even I knew that Draven clearly would’ve had me marked under this moon.
Would I have wanted it to be Vanquish and Hunter and Racer or some brutal stranger I could abide even less?
He slid the tip into me, and as he began to penetrate me, I felt like I was on fire.
Pushing my pelvis into the bed, made him chase me.
“Stop, Rabbit.” He lurched up. Putting a hand between my shoulder blades. “That’s how you get hurt.”
I was panting against the pressure. “It already hurts!”
“Relax.” He coached.
I did and my buttocks bloomed into the lush, relaxed skin.
“Good, softer. Now breathe.”
I drew a quick breath and he entered me.
This time it was awful. It burned, it stung, and I just wanted him out.
I lurched up, but he pushed my shoulders back down. “Stop, before you do permanent damage. Quit fighting me. This is why we need you to obey.”
“Ah!” I shrieked. “Please stop. Get it out.”
“I can’t.” He breathed.
“It’ll only be worse later if we stop now. Racer taking you will be all the worse. Please have an ounce of faith in me.” He was nearly begging, and I could hear the desperate note in his voice. Feeling it rolling off of him. His need to do whatever he was trying to do.
Sensing his urgency, I collapsed forward. Dropping into the bedding and willing my whole body to ease. To wait for it to be over.
“Relax, Rabbit.” He massaged between my shoulder blades to coax me. Stroking my hair over my back, as he waited for my pain to subside.
But there was no relaxing. I didn’t want him to move.
But he began to, anyway. Swearing in rapid concession. “Oh, damn. Shit. Uh, uh, uh. Fuck!”
Then he unleashed, driving into that part of me.
I cried out and shoved deeper into the bed. Covering my head with the pillow to keep from screaming summoning the other two.
But trying to draw away by sinking into the cot, only pulled him further into me. Making my opening tighten around him.
And his thrusts penetrate more deeply into the area so filled with nerves.
His palms pushed on my shoulders to keep me flat. I felt his thighs sliding against mine and heard the slap of my ass cheeks as he drove into me. Out then back in.
Then the burning again.
“Please.” I kept my face covered.
He grunted and it turned into a long moan. I felt hot liquid seep into me and instantly felt uncomfortable. Like pressure in my stomach.
“That hurts!”
“I know. But Racer is going to be even rougher.”
"Please don't let him." I pleaded.
He froze. "Careful what you ask for, Vanna Rae."
"I don't want to be hurt."
"You're asking me to take on my brothers for you."
You'd never do that. From everything I knew of Vanquish I was sure of that.
He was ruthless but he and his brothers shared everything.
They'd never challenge one another.
Especially not for me.
But he was quiet.
I twisted to look over my shoulder at him. "Would you?"
"Would you let me mark you?" There was a dangerous note in his voice that both frightened and exhilarated me.
Is he saying if I let him possess me, he'd keep me for himself?
"Vanquish?"
"Would you, Vanna Rae?"