As Ryder’s strong fingers massaged conditioner into her hair, her eyes closed with pleasure.
Ben stopped soaping her breasts to tease her nipples to hard points.
“Benjamin.” Her attempt at a teacher’s admonishment was ruined by the tremor in her voice. Her whole body seemed to shimmer with arousal. “You two were the ones who needed showers.”
“You got a point, darlin’.” He filled her right hand with soap gel. “Clean us up. Me… then Ryder.” The utterly confident command sent a thrill of awareness through her.
Ben…and Ryder. Both of them. She wasn’t sure if the trembling in her center was from anticipation or anxiety. After she’d spent the night with Ryder last week, Ben had warned her that he and Ryder would soon share her.
He’d even been preparing her so she could take them together. Now the time had come.
And he’d given her something to do, bless him. “Wash you?” She hadn’t been very forward in their lovemaking, but the sensual set of his lips said he’d enjoy it if she touched him. A shiver of delight ran down her spine. She could enjoy him just as he did her.
She wanted to please them so badly her fingers trembled. Could she show how much she loved them with just her touch? “Hold still,” she told Ben before glancing at Ryder.
Smiling slightly, the cat leaned against the marble wall, the water hitting his finely sculpted shoulders and chest. His eyes were dark with lust as he waited.
For her.
Oh Goddess, she was going to miss them so much.
Swallowing past the thickness in her throat, Emma flattened her left hand on Ben’s broad chest, feeling the short, springy hair tickle her palm. Water streamed in rivulets between the muscular planes of his pectorals.
“Maybe some soap, pretty bard?”
She heard the rumble of his deep voice. Eventually the meaning registered. “Oh. Of course.” Her right hand had the soap gel, didn’t it? She sudsed his chest and had to remind herself to scrub. Slowly, she worked from his chest to his ridged abdomen. His whole body was a testament to power and strength. The reddened scar on his shoulder was only the first of the collection of past hurts, all showing how he’d fulfilled the God’s trust in him and guarded the clan.
She ran her fingers down a taut muscle diagonally from his stomach to his hip, then traced the crease between his hip and thigh. And tried to swallow again.
Emerging from trimmed brown hair, his cock was massively erect and darkly engorged.
To tease him—and herself—she detoured to cup his full, heavy testicles, instead. When she fondled them, he growled in approval.
But his patience was limited. Within a minute, he moved her hand to his erection.
“Oh? You want this washed, too?” she asked, trying for innocence…and couldn’t suppress her laughter.
He huffed, half in exasperation, half amused.
She closed her fingers. He was thick and hot in her grip with engorged veins swirling around the base. Irresistibly masculine. She gathered more soap and stroked up and down.
By the time she’d made sure his cock had reached previously unsurpassed levels of cleanliness, low growls accompanied his exhalations, and his eyes were alight with a menacing promise.
He gripped her wrists and pulled her hands from his groin. “Ryder’s turn, honey bear, or I’ll push you against the wall and take you right now.”
His rasped threat sent heat pooling in her pelvis.
It wasn’t easy to move away from Ben…but the minute her gaze met Ryder’s, her feet took her right to him. Oh, he had such a magnificent face and body. A couple of inches shorter and not as broad as the bear, Ryder had the lethal, sleek muscles of a cougar-shifter.
His gaze held hers as she ran her hands over the dark, taut skin of his biceps, his hard, contoured chest, and his lean ribs.
Steam billowed up, wrapped around her, and turned the males to shadowy forms.
Exploring more from feel than sight, Emma stroked down Ryder’s tight, flat belly to find his heavy erection. Ben’s was thicker; Ryder’s was longer. His male musk blended with the light pine fragrance of the soap and made her think of sex on a mountaintop.
Last night, Ben had shown her how much he enjoyed her lips on him. Would Ryder?
Unable to resist, she knelt and took him in her mouth. First, the velvety, spongy head and next, the silkier shaft with the skin so tight…
His groan mingled with the quiet whooshing of steam through the pipes and the sound of falling water from the rainfall showerhead.
Wanting only to please him, she used her hand and mouth, and heard his breathing change. Her other hand was on his thigh, and she was delighted beyond measure when she felt the uncontrolled quivering of his muscles. I love you, Ryder.
With a deep growl, Ryder lifted her easily to her feet. “You are too good at that, little bear.” His kiss was slow and deep and lovely.
She glanced at Ben, but he shook his head to the unspoken offer and pointed toward the shower bench. “We have other plans for you, honey bear.”
“Come here, my female.” Ryder led her to one side of the shower and seated himself on the hip-high stone bench. The bench was wide enough he could lean back against the wall with his feet on the floor. His cock rose straight up in invitation. He patted his thighs and smiled slowly.
Her body broke out in goosebumps as she felt Ben move closer behind her. Two males. Anxiety dimmed her arousal. They were so big.
“Li’l bear,” Ben murmured as he caressed her shoulders with his strong hands. “You’ve taken my fingers back there before, but, yes, I’ll be larger.”
She gulped at the thought of just how large he really was.
“We’ll stop if you don’t like this,” he continued. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Both males inside her. At her shiver, his hands tightened.
“I want…want to try.” She looked over her shoulder, up into his observant blue eyes, seeing both the hunger and the self-restraint. She’d never met anyone more disciplined. He’d take care of her, as would Ryder.
How could she not share herself—all of herself—on their last night together? This was right. The way it should be. “Yes.”
“Cariad, you are amazing.” He smiled, grasped her waist, and helped her straddle Ryder’s hips with her knees on the bench.
Cariad. Darling. Her eyes blurred with tears for a second. How would she survive when they were gone? She looked down into Ryder’s hard face and saw the misery in his dark eyes.
He was hurting, too. Oh, Ryder.
His lean hands closed on her bottom, and she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance.
When she hesitated, his lips quirked. “This part isn’t new to you, little bear.” Firmly, he guided her down. His cock slid between her slick, wet folds and in, stretching her, filling her completely, and leaving a dark hunger in its wake.
Oh, she loved the way he felt inside.
His hands tightened on her hips. His eyes were now half-lidded. “Fuck, yes.”
All along her nerve endings, she felt the hum of desire. Her clit throbbed a pulsing demand that she move. She lifted, almost all the way off his shaft, and started to lower, but his grip on her bottom stopped her. “Stay right there, Emma.”
“But—”
He curled a hand around her nape and pulled her down for a kiss.
As Ryder’s lips moved over hers, she felt Ben move closer behind her. “Hold on, darlin’. Let’s open you up a bit.” His lubricated fingers slid between her buttocks. A single digit pressed against her anus. Before she could tighten against him, he steadily pushed past the rings of muscle and inside.
He’d done that before, yet every time the foreign sensation was a surprise. Instinctively, she tried to straighten—and Ryder’s hand held her in place, keeping her mouth against his. Keeping her bent and accessible to his littermate’s touch.
Her head spun. New nerves awakened as Ben’s penetrating finger slid
in and out, pumping slowly and steadily.
She made a helpless sound, and Ryder squeezed her nape. “Look at me.”
With an effort, she lifted her head and stared into his midnight-black eyes. He studied her, then smiled. “She’s good. Keep going, bro.”
A protest broke from her a second before he kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth in the same way that Ben’s finger—now two fingers—took possession of her most private area.
The ease with which they moved and positioned her told her they’d done this before—many, many times; that particular thought was unappealing. Did they even know who they were mating? Was she just another body? Would they forget her once they were gone? She stilled, bowing her head.
And the males instantly stopped.
“Emma?” Ben leaned over her, his muscular chest against her back. “What’s wrong, darlin’? We can stop if you’re not happy.”
Ryder cupped her cheek with one hand, his gaze worried. “Tell us what’s in your head.”
“I just”—her uncertainty evaporated under the concentrated pressure of their attention—“just felt insecure for a moment. I mean…emotionally or something.” Now she felt as scatterbrained as a pixie. “Let’s just go on.”
Rather than moving, Ryder caressed her cheek, his chiseled face softening. “Insecure, huh? Little bear, do you have any idea how much you mean to me? To us?”
Her breathing stilled for a long moment. The desire in his eyes had hidden the love that was there as well.
Love.
Oh. The world went hazy as her eyes filled with tears. “I…didn’t know.”
“Well, now you do.” Ryder ran his thumb over her lower lip. “We don’t have to take you at the same time, though.”
“I…” His thumb was slightly rough, yet warm against her lip. His cock was barely inside her. Ben’s hands were still on her hips, so big and powerful.
And her desire surged back to life with an added zing from knowing she’d mate with two males who…who cared for her.
Who she loved with all her heart.
With a wiggle of her hips, she smiled down at Ryder. “I want you both. Now. Together.” Want to keep you, to be with you.
“As you wish, little bear.” Ryder grinned.
“Darlin’.” Ben kissed her cheek, so very gently, and straightened.
Ryder shifted her slightly and reached down between them. His fingers stroked her clit, sliding through her wetness, and the exquisite sensation sizzled right to her depths. Every other thought fled before the onrush of need.
She tried to move forward, to get more friction there. Or to lower herself onto his erection. Her pussy was hollow, craving to be filled. “More.”
Ryder had a hand on her left hip. Ben on her right. They didn’t let her move.
“Brace yourself, li’l bear.” The head of Ben’s shaft pressed against her. Her entire backside tried to jerk away without success within their unyielding restraint.
Ryder’s cock was just inside her vagina as he waited.
The pressure against her anus increased as the head of Ben’s shaft gained entry. As he moved in and out, advancing slowly, she started to shake.
He applied additional cool lubricant, and started again. He was, indeed, bigger than his two fingers. Everything back there was stretching. Burning. “Oh, please.”
It felt good. It hurt. No, it felt good. The sound of her ragged breathing echoed off the glass walls, and Ben stopped.
“Look at me, my little bear.” Ryder lifted her head with confident hands. His gaze searched her face, and he smiled. “Yep, still okay. Keep going, bro.”
The sound of Ben’s rumbled agreement broke over her before he gripped her securely. He slid all the way in, impaling her completely, and possessing her in a way that stole her will. Stole everything. Oh, Goddess, no mating had ever felt like this. A tremor shook her whole body.
As Ryder ran his finger around her clit, her fingernails dug into his shoulder, and his touch grew firmer. Pleasure seized her, tightening her around Ben’s cock. With just the tip of Ryder’s shaft at the entrance of her pussy, she felt empty. Yet the thought of him and Ben both being inside her was… Oh, that would be too much.
Ryder reached up to one of the handheld hoses and flicked it on.
Ben’s low chuckle echoed off the walls. “I might have known you’d find a toy. Let me tilt her back, so you can play, cat.”
“You’re on.”
Play? What did he mean play? Water was beading on her body, heat engulfing her from inside and out.
Ben cupped her left breast and straightened her up, leaning slightly back. The movement drove him deeper, and she wiggled, gasping. He curved his other hand over her right hip and buttock in a strong grip.
Ryder set the hose on his stomach, directing the jetting stream of water away from his face—and directly onto her clit.
“Ahhh!” She jumped, but was immobilized by Ben’s implacable hands and the huge shaft penetrating her. “Stay still, darlin’.” His laugh resounded through the shower.
Couldn’t move. Could only take what they wanted to do to her. As the molten feeling deep in her core grew, her bones melted…right along with her willpower.
Ryder played with the shower controls until soft jets of water struck her vulnerable clit in a merciless sh-sh-sh-sh.
Under the intense pleasure, her clit was tightening. The unstoppable sensation gained in intensity, growing and growing, like nothing she’d ever felt before.
And then the tension hit a peak, fast and fierce, and the climax slammed into her, through her. Her back arched as her insides spasmed against the thick penetration in her backside, rebounding with added waves of sensation. Her body shuddered—and the hands on her held her ruthlessly as she came and came and came.
When she opened her eyes, she stared into Ryder’s intent gaze and realized she was panting and whining.
“Easy now, darlin’.” Ben helped her lean forward.
With hands splayed, she braced herself on Ryder’s chest, feeling as if her world was crumbling around her. More than the climax, their concern for her shook her deep inside. Don’t leave me. Please.
When Ryder caressed her cheek with a gentle hand, tears filled her eyes.
“Aw, now, don’t do that, little bear,” he said. “Ben…” The worried look in his eyes was wonderfully sweet.
She blinked quickly and managed to smile. Bless the master bard for teaching her how to control her voice. “I’m fine. Really.”
The worry in his gaze didn’t lighten, but he managed a slight smile. “You are so gorgeous when you come. Need a repeat of that.”
As her eyes widened, he looked over her shoulder at his brother.
“We’ll get right on that. You ready now, darlin’?” Ben gave her all of one second’s warning before he slowly pressed her down onto Ryder’s cock.
“Uhhhh. Oh, oh, oh.” Suddenly she was impossibly full. Her pussy spasmed around Ryder’s hard shaft; her back hole contracted around Ben’s. She squirmed helplessly as the unstoppable pressure grew, coalesced, and exploded, sending blasts of pulsating pleasure throughout her body. “Ooooh, Goddess…” Her fingernails dug furrows into Ryder’s chest.
Ben’s cheek was scratchy against hers. “Fuck, sweetheart, I… Fuck.” A low, sexy growl escaped him. “All right, darlin’, we’re going to take you hard now, so hang on.”
Hard? Worry trickled in, but she was too satisfied to tense up. Instead, she leaned her weight on her arms and curled her fingers over Ryder’s shoulders.
Carefully, Ben withdrew his cock from her almost completely. His hands on her hips tightened as he lifted her up and off Ryder’s shaft, and a second later, he thrust back in.
“Oh…” Sensations blasted through her. The disconcertingly wonderful fullness in her back hole conflicted with the emptiness of her pussy. The rush of hungry need seared her nerve endings and hazed her mind.
Ben slid out, paused, and slammed her down onto Ryder�
��s shaft, filling her pussy. Before she could moan, he’d lifted her off and plunged into her from behind.
Empty. Full. As the two cocks pistoned in and out, her fingers dug into Ryder’s shoulders at the exquisite dance of pleasure. The air filled with the sound of pleading whimpers…from her.
“Ah, perhaps a little more stimulation would be good.” Ryder adjusted something and then a pulsing stream of water struck her exposed clit every time Ben lifted her up.
A shaking started deep in her core as her whole lower half turned into one burgeoning sensation, and everything within her tightened. Tightened.
Without ceasing, without mercy, she was raised up off Ryder’s cock so Ben could thrust into her even as the stinging force of the water would zing across her clit. Then, as Ben withdrew, he’d lower her hips to impale her on Ryder’s shaft.
Over and over and over.
Too much.
Every muscle in her body tensed; her breathing stopped. Nothing existed except Ben’s big hands on her hips, the sliding out of Ryder’s long cock, the penetration of Ben’s thick shaft into the other hole…and then the jet of water striking her over-sensitized clit.
Pleasure flooded her in a massive current of sensation, shooting through the rapids, shaking her helplessly in its grip as her cries echoed off the walls.
Slowly, the spasms eased. She realized her males were waiting, unmoving. Letting her recover. Her eyelids were heavy, but she opened her eyes.
Ryder’s intense gaze was on her, satisfaction in his expression. “So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.
“Aye, she is.” Ben lifted her again, starting the cycle, but this time, she could watch. Could see Ryder’s jaw tense. Feel his muscles tighten under her hands. And then he lifted his hips to drive himself deeper as he growled his release.
Ben’s hands tightened on her hips as he followed, holding her in place as he rumbled in pleasure.
The searing heat of their seed filled her and sent her over again with a helpless whimper. As her arms gave out, she went limp, dropping onto Ryder’s chest, gasping for air.
Ryder stroked her hair. “Shh, shh, shh.”
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