Warrior's Wife (20 page)

They were big, strong and beautiful to look at. They were smart, tough, tender and true. Even better, they had gorgeous cocks. It had been way too long since she’d properly admired them. “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?”

Horace and Marcus had already shed their boots and soon stripped.

“I’m going to be plunging in that beautiful cunt about a second after I get naked.” Gideon stroked a blunt finger through her soaked slit.

“That’s fine by me.”

“I won’t be gentle. I’m too starved for you, cupcake.”

She lowered her lashes. “I’m not asking you to hold back, sir.”

He growled an agreement. A half second later, his jumpsuit sailed behind him. He spread her legs over his forearms, angled her ass to suit him and notched his wide crown in the gateway to her pussy.

She barely caught a glimpse of the broad, plum-colored head before he’d breached her core. Thousands of happy nerve cells in the sensitive entrance tingled to life as her body stretched to accommodate him.

Gideon groaned as his hips powered his invasion. The raw sound of male pleasure excited her as much as the grinding move he made when he finally hilted. Her clit throbbed madly and another release rolled through her feminine muscles. Her inner walls clenched and released, driving her higher.

With smooth strength, he rolled them to the side until they were lying crosswise. He never once lost the burning connection between his cock and her cunt.

“Hey, gorgeous, wait for me.” Marcus’ breath teased the rim of her ear and his broad chest warmed her back. He palmed one globe of her bottom, parting her cheeks. Something cool and liquid dribbled along that dark, private seam. The lube soon warmed under his expert fingers. More newly aroused nerves jumped to life.

“Relax, I’m going to make this good for you.”

Her tender nipples rasped against Gideon’s coarse chest hair. Her body grew slick with sweat. Marcus’ mouth sucked the crook between her neck and shoulder. Every movement, no matter how tiny, stimulated her engorged clit, the mouth of her pussy and her furled rear entry. This was almost what she wanted. She squirmed between them, unable to hold still under their dual sensual assault.

Marcus circled her anus slowly, persistently, relentlessly.

She gasped as his thick finger penetrated that tight hole and bore into her. He added a second finger, stretching her. Fresh pleasure zones hummed to life. Then he pulled out of her dark passage. She whimpered, missing the fullness.

Before her cry died in the air, his cock replaced the absent digits, bearing into her rear channel. While he surged in, Gideon pulled nearly out of her slit. Two huge cocks alternated slow, deep strokes. Neither shaft ever completely left her body. Both of them ruled her, reamed her and possessed her so absolutely she couldn’t tell where she ended and they began.

Her heart raced and she panted for breath. Every part of her tightened and softened between their hard bodies. The need for release built like a tidal wave as an orgasm roared closer.

Impossible soft lips covered hers and a strong tongue penetrated her mouth. Horace kissed her with passion and tenderness and need and so much heat she thought she would explode just from his kiss.

After an endless melding of mouths and bodies, Horace pulled away.

She instantly missed him and opened her heavy lids. His erection was dark red, thick and moving toward her.

The big cock bobbed against her lips. “Open for me, baby. I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth.”

Her mouth watered for his sweet, hot taste. His musky scent—clean man and hot-spiced sex just added to her arousal. She wrapped her lips around his plump crown, lapping up the pearly pre-cum and probing beneath the flare of his rim. After she’d licked and teased, she relaxed her jaw and angled her throat to take him deeper, sucking as much of his huge shaft as possible.

Every hole was filled to blissful capacity and then some.

Soon hot blasts of cum flooded her throat, her cunt and her ass. Every erotic grunt and groan from her warriors told her she gave them pleasure. Pleasing her mates brought her true fulfillment. They claimed her so completely, the bond between them grew and strengthened, bringing her a level of ecstasy she’d never dreamed existed.

Rapture raced through her veins and exploded from her core, electrifying her from the top of her curls to tips of her toes and everywhere in between. She came in helpless shudders of absolute surrender, giving them everything she was, her body, heart and soul. Inside total submission, she found the incredible power of love.

Sated, sleepy and safely cuddled by all three of her warriors, she snuggled, happy and content. Her heavy eyelids refused to stay open. “I don’t expect this kind of royal treatment every day.”

“We’re mechs, gorgeous—the honeymoon never ends.”

About Evanne Lorraine

I’m the dullest person ever—an obsessed writer. When not plotting or writing dangerously sexy stories, I garden, walk the dog and sleep. If it’s too cold and wet to garden then I scour the house, read good books and watch movies.

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