She closed her eyes, her heart wrenching at the earnestness of his and Justiss’s words. How had she ever become so lucky? How had she found these two men who wanted her, flaws and all? Two Bears who embraced her phobia and tried to ease it, who chauffeured her hours at a time to be with her on the journey to and from work. Two lovers who took her to the stars and carefully brought her home again, who protected her, loved her enough to defend her from the world…
Toni reached up to cup his face with her hands. “Make me yours,” she whispered. “Both of yours.”
And like the words were a challenge, a wicked grin stretched across his lips. Sandwiched so tightly between them, she couldn’t move and didn’t want or need to. Aaron started to rock his hips back, and almost like they were in sync, J jerked his hips up. With all the weight on him, he had less freedom of movement than them all, but still, Justiss managed to make his presence known. She whimpered at what that presence did to her and cried out when she felt them start to move in tandem, one pulling in as the other pulled out.
Dear God, what it felt like when they both touched, the heads meeting and clashing. Stars began to burst in front of her eyes. Her ears roared with the sounds of their harsh breaths, and deep in her nostrils, she smelled them, the earthy scent of their Bears as the creatures reacted to the intensity of the moment.
They fucked her. Claimed her. Took her for everything she was until she felt like a limp noodle between them. Every inch of her was staked with their possession, and she’d never felt so loved, so adored as she did at that moment.
They dragged her to a precipice, took her to the edge, and made her stay there. She hovered as they worked her higher and higher, forcing her to another level she’d never even imagined in her wildest fantasies. And then, Justiss’s hand moved from her hip to between her thighs and with a few simple rubs to her clit, that was it.
She was a goner.
A roar echoed through the room, one she felt certain had to belong to one of her men but knew, deep down, belonged to her. The sound was an honest reaction to the power of her pleasure. It made her combust. Her veins and arteries loaded with scorched blood that branded her heart, etching their names firmly onto the organ. The brand burned deeper when her roar was joined by their own, and the searing hot splash of their seed inside her was the final nail in her coffin.
She slumped between them, knowing they’d care for her and help her back into bed.
It wasn’t uncommon for her to pass out after sex, but she stayed fully aware this time. Her body buzzed with the aftermath of having them both, and she knew, without a doubt, that sex would never be the same again unless the pair of them were making her theirs simultaneously.
She felt their cocks soften inside her, a moment they waited for so they could retreat. Aaron was careful not to hurt her, not to press too much weight onto her chest. When his cock slipped from her, he lifted her against his chest, momentum dragging J’s shaft from her depths. She felt empty without them, empty and wet from their cum. The notion started a spark within, but she dampened it. Her body was out of action for the foreseeable future because it wasn’t just her pussy and ass that were sore, her very nerves were still sparking and fizzing.
Aaron rested her gently against the mattress then moved away, heading for the bathroom. Knowing what he was about, she turned her face into Justiss’s side, loving how he stroked her hair, soothing and gentling her as he silently reaffirmed how deeply he felt for her.
Her other mate returned with a wash cloth. He pressed it to her ravaged sex, cleansing her and preparing her for sleep. The cool fabric tickled and made her squirm as it rasped against sensitive tissue, but it wasn’t long until he was climbing into bed next to her.
The sheets floated over them all. They didn’t need a duvet or comforter. With all three of them in bed, they were plenty warm, and any other covering just made them swelter. As the cotton brushed her, she could still feel how sensitive she was and marveled at it.
Her men curled into her, turning onto their sides so that even in sleep, she’d be their focal point.
It could have been too much, could have continued being overwhelming as it had been at the start, but now, she knew they were what she needed. She’d been living a half-life before, but no more.
As she closed her eyes, a smile graced her lips. Something tugged at her senses, a feeling of disquiet, but she was exhausted, to the bone, weary and desperately in need of sleep. She dozed a little fitfully, was inches away from sleep when the door burst open, ricocheting against the back wall, and Mundo’s panicked shout ripped her from slumber.
“Toni! Wake up! It’s Christie. I think she’s miscarrying!”
Justiss And Graver (MC Bear Mates Book 4) Page 19
