by Lora Leigh
Her orgasm ruptured inside her womb, raced through her body, tightening every straining muscle to the breaking point as they fucked into the clenching recesses of her body, their groans and hoarse male cries joining her scream as they found their own release.
Hot, rich semen jetted into her clenching pussy, her hot ass, filling her, marking her in a way she knew would change her forever.
Long minutes later she collapsed against Lucian’s heaving chest, trusting in the hard arms that wrapped around her, the lips that caressed her cheek, her shoulders. Whispered, fragmented words blended around her as they claimed her, their rough voices demanding, firm, despite the weariness that now dragged at all their bodies.
“Mine…” They said the words together, and she accepted them as one.
Chapter Nineteen
Tally awoke early the next morning, despite the fact that as soon as Lucian and Dev arrived at their secluded home they had taken her straight to the bedroom and punished her exquisitely. She had to pay, they had laughed, for daring to slip into The Club and break their control in such a manner.
Hussy,Dev had called her as he restrained her to the bed. Wanton, Lucian had laughed as he smacked her ass, watching as she drove her hips upward, seeking more of the erotic stimulation. They had kept her on the edge forever as she begged, pleaded, demanded they fuck her into oblivion. Which they had done, quite well, she had to admit.
Stiff, aching in places she had never known could ache, she dragged herself over Dev’s prone body, ignoring his irritable grunt as she slapped his well-defined ass.
“You’re late for work,” she informed him as she pulled Lucian’s shirt on over her bare body. “And I still have to go home and get dressed.” She picked her shirt up and frowned at the jagged holes where buttons had once been. “You ruined my clothes.”
“They were illegal,” Dev grunted.
“I agree. Ripping my clothing should be a killable offense.” She cast him a mocking look. “I’ll punish you tonight maybe.”
He opened one eye, staring at her balefully. “Go back to sleep.” Back to sleep? She had never felt so energized. She pushed at his shoulder, chuckling as he groaned but still rolled over. His cock was erect, tenting the sheet, a thick invitation to pleasure as she straddled his hard abdomen and stared down at him warningly.
“I hope you were serious last night,” she said softly, aware that Lucian had rolled closer as she felt his lips at her knee, his hand running down her calf. “Try to get away from me and I promise you, I’ll become your worst nightmare.”
She had read about stalkers. She was fairly confident she could do a wonderful imitation.
Dev reached up to tuck trailing strands of her hair behind her shoulder. His smile, normally wicked and provoking, was soft and gentle with emotion.
“Every word,” he told her softly. “Both of us, Tally. Forever.” Tally swallowed tightly. She was giving so much of herself to these two men. She looked over at Lucian.
“What if one of you wants someone else later?”
He looked at her in surprise. “Tally, you’re our heart. You don’t seem to understand, baby, we’re two sides of the same coin. You can’t have one without the other. And we’ve waited too long for this—for you—to even want or need anyone else.”
How could she not believe them? They watched her, their brilliant eyes filled with their love, their promises.
“What about children?” she finally whispered. “If we have children?”
Lucian shook his head in confusion. “Well, it would be nice.” He smiled slowly. “But what about them?” She cleared her throat delicately. “You won’t be certain, you know.” She waved her hand expressively.
“Who the father is for sure.”
A quick frown on both their faces was leveled at her. But it was male displeasure rather than the regret she thought she would see.
“Any child you have, Tally, is our child. It will never matter which of us fathers it, we’ll both know that possessiveness, that love for a child that is ours. That’s part of our bond, baby, and part of our gift to you.” Dev’s voice was low, deep, filled with emotion as Lucian’s hand caressed her flat abdomen almost reverently.
They took her breath, stole her fears, and for once in her life she believed. Believed that she was loved and that the needs that haunted her, tormented her, would be accepted. She loved them both. Slowly, overwhelmingly, both men had moved into her heart and filled it to overflowing.
“Good.” She glanced down at Lucian, swallowing past the lump of emotion in her throat. Grinning back at her wickedly, he pushed at the bottom edge of her shirt.
“Stop that.” She slapped at his hand and before either of them could stop her, she was off the bed and padding to the bathroom. “I have to get ready and go home before I can go to the office. I’m going to need coffee if neither of you minds. I hope you have a cappuccino machine.” She closed the bathroom door behind her, a pleased smile crossing her face. Life was definitely beginning to look up.
Dev glanced at Lucian as he rolled from the bed, staring at the closed door with a less than pleased glare.
“We’re fucked,” Lucian said simply. Dev knew he wasn’t referring to the act, but rather the state of dominance they could see would evolve during the less sexual moments of their lives with Tally.
“Hell, let her have fun.” Dev scratched his chest lazily. “She gets too far out of hand and we’ll tie her to the bed again.”
Lucian glanced at his brother mockingly. “Oh, you have no idea the monster we’re going to create.” He shook his head warily. “We’re fucked, brother. Plain and simple.” He didn’t sound displeased.
“I’m waiting,” she called out from the bathroom. “Who had back washing duty this morning?” Lucian looked at Dev as his brother met his gaze. They glanced at the door, each other, and the race was on. They could share during the best of times, but that damned shower didn’t have a chance of holding all three of them. Unfortunately, they both reached the door at the same time.
They sighed together. “Bigger shower for sure,” Lucian said with a grimace as Dev managed to push him back and, smiling smugly, reached the shower first.
Lucian leaned against the doorframe, smiling as Tally’s laughter echoed from the stall. The shadows of his brother and their lover twisted, turned, hands touched, lips met. Arousing and starkly possessive, Dev pressed her to the wall and proceeded to show her who was boss—at least, in the shower.
Life would definitely change for them all, but they had her now, their jaded little consort, ripe for loving and willing to accept the pleasures they could give, the adoration they had saved just for her.
Like the Trojans before them who had found that perfect woman, they would hold her, hide her when they could, watch her in pride when they couldn’t, and protect her as long as they drew breath. Their wicked intentions had paid off when they set their sights on her. And now their hearts, their very souls, would forever bask in the glow of Tally’s smile.
Epilogue
“Easy, Red. Fuck yes, baby, there we go, take it all.” Red, or Kimberly Madison as she was known to the political elite in Washington D.C., lay back on the walnut table, her hands tied to the straps attached to the sides of it, her legs elevated by Sax as he slowly fed his cock up her tight, well lubricated ass.
Her head thrashed on the hard surface; beads of perspiration dotted her face, her full luscious breasts and peaked nipples. It ran in rivulets down her waist, a small amount pooled in the tiny indention of her belly button and her thighs glistened with it and the added mixture of thick juice that accumulated from her bare, flushed pussy.
Sax had her thighs spread wide, bracing them with his muscular arms as he slowly fucked the petite little redhead while she screamed and bucked against him, begging for release. It was a sight Jared Raddington was certain would be burned in his mind forever.
Long, fiery red curls fell over the side of the table,
strands of thick silk that would have caressed her hips but brushed the floor instead. Hair that dared a man to touch, stroke.
“Please, Sax,” she screamed as she fought the bonds. “Let me go. I can’t come like this. Please.” Dark male flesh glistened with sweat as the hard thrusts increased, the bronzed length of his cock powered up the snug little channel in driving strokes, parting the exquisite curves of her ass and filling her with every inch of his dark, steel-hard erection.
Jared rose from his chair in the secluded corner he had chosen hours ago when he entered The Club.
His first night there he wanted to get a feel for the place and the members, but he hadn’t expected the shocking scene that had unfolded.
Kimberly had walked in as pretty as you please, ordered a drink and stepped over to the tall dark engineer for Delacourte Electronics. For the first time in the year Jared had known her, she was without makeup, her expression displaying honest, bare emotion, even if it was lust, and the thin veneer of cold haughtiness she presented to the world was gone.
“Harder. Please, Sax, please.” She was nearly in tears now, begging for release. She strained against the bonds that held her, her hips writhing against the hard penetration of a thick dick tunneling up her ass in increasing strokes.
Her clit was swollen, peeking desperately above the folds of flesh that protected it, the little knot of nerves red and glistening in hunger.
“What’s with her?” Jared finally questioned one of the other members sitting close to him.
“Red?” Lucian Conover’s voice softened as he glanced at the scene. “Too much stress usually. She shows up about every three months, usually after the forced physical to prove she’s still a virgin, and lets off some steam. She’s a good kid.”
Kid? She was twenty-four years old and screaming now for release, begging another man to fuck her ass harder, deeper. If it went much deeper she’d be giving the bastard a head job as it came up her throat. She was tiny, barely five four, delicate and as fragile as a fairytale princess. Or so he had thought.
No fragile princess could take a cock up her ass like that and beg for more.
“Forced exam?” he finally found his tongue long enough to ask.
Conover grimaced. “That’s Senator Madison’s daughter. Her mother’s will stipulated the she had to be a virgin on her wedding night to collect whatever the hell her inheritance was. Evidently Daddy dearest wants it,” he sneered. “He had a judge order the quarterly exams to prove she was still eligible to inherit upon her wedding, whenever that may be. Should she fail the test, the good ole Senator collects it all.” Jared clenched his teeth at the information. He knew Madison was a bastard, but even this was more than he had expected from the man.
“Damn you, Sax,” she screamed. “I can’t stand this.”
“She needs clitoral stimulation,” Lucian sighed. “Sax will have to delay it until he gets her to the point that he can get her off easily. The only members here today, besides him, are married.” There was a thread of amusement in his voice. “Except you.”
Jared stared back at her. She was bucking, begging, as Sax fought his own release.
“What does she need?” he asked then, knowing he was damning himself.
“Not much.” Lucian shrugged. “Smack her pussy a little and she’ll come like the fourth of July. After that, she’ll have a drink, play a few hands of cards and take a room for the night to sleep.” Jared rose slowly to his feet. He would slap that pretty little pussy, for now. But his cock was raging for more. Soon he would fuck it just as hard.
As he crossed the room, Sax looked up; the strain of holding back was clearly reflected on his dark face.
“Help her,” he panted. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.”
“No. No. Don’t stop yet. Please…” Her voice trailed off as Jared rounded the table.
Her eyes widened, her face paled then hard, violent shudders began to wrack her body as she suddenly exploded, Jared’s name a keening cry on her lips as Sax suddenly thrust inside her hard and heavy, before pausing, his expression twisting with his own release.
Jared leaned close, one large hand framing her face as she gasped for breath.
“Next dick up your ass will be mine,” he swore forcefully. “No more, Kimber, not without me. Never again…”
About the author:
Lora Leigh is a 36-year-old wife and mother living in Kentucky. She dreams in bright, vivid images of the characters intent on taking over her writing life, and fights a constant battle to put them on the hard drive of her computer before they can disappear as fast as they appeared.
Lora’s family, and her writing life co-exist, if not in harmony, in relative peace with each other. An understanding husband is the key to late nights with difficult scenes, and stubborn characters. His insights into human nature, and the workings of the male psyche provide her hours of laughter, and innumerable romantic ideas that she works tirelessly to put into effect.
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Also by Lora Leigh:
Bound Hearts 1: Surrender
Bound Hearts 2: Submission
Cowboy and the Captive
Dragon Prime
Elemental Desires
Elizabeth’s Wolf
Feline Breeds 1: Tempting The Beast
Feline Breeds 2: The Man Within
Law And Disorder 1: Moving Violations
Legacies 1: Shattered Legacy
Legacies 2: Shadowed Legacy
Men Of August 1: Marly’s Choice
Men Of August 2: Sarah’s Seduction
Men Of August 3: Heather’s Gift
Men Of August 4: August Heat (12 Quickies of Christmas) Ménage a Magick
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Wolf Breeds 1: Wolfe’s Hope
Wolf Breeds 2: Jacob’s Faith
Wolf Breeds 3: Aiden’s Charity
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Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.
Cover art by Syneca.
BOUND HEARTS:
SACRIFICE
Lora Leigh
Dedicated to Christine.
Thank you so much for all your help and your advice on Trusts and Wills. I couldn’t have done this without you.
And as always, dedicated to my loving husband Tony who has taught me the meaning of true love and acceptance.
Sacrifice
Chapter One
“Easy, Red. Fuck yes, baby, there we go, take it all.” Red, or Kimberly Madison, lay back on the walnut table, her hands tied to the straps attached to the sides of it, her legs elevated by Sax as he slowly fed his cock up her tight, well-lubricated ass.
Her head thrashed
on the hard surface; beads of perspiration dotted her face, her full luscious breasts and peaked nipples. It ran in rivulets down her waist, a small amount pooled in the tiny indention of her bellybutton and her thighs glistened with it and the added mixture of thick juice that accumulated from her bare, flushed pussy.
Sax had her thighs spread wide, bracing them with his muscular arms as he slowly fucked the petite little redhead while she screamed and bucked against him, begging for release. It was a sight Jared Raddington was certain would be burned in his mind forever.
He hadn’t expected this when he accepted membership with The Club, and he sure as hell hadn’t expected it when he left the Madison estate, furious that Kimberly had left before his arrival. She had been making a habit of it in the past six months, disappearing just before he arrived.
Why he had taken such an overwhelming interest in her, he wasn’t certain. She wasn’t the type of woman who normally attracted him. She was smaller, barely five four to his six two. She was rounded rather than model slim with full breasts, lush hips and a delightfully rounded little tummy. He could imagine the pale curve of her stomach decorated with a jeweled belly ring, perhaps emeralds to match her beautiful green eyes. And above all else, he could see her in his bed, his dick tunneling up her ass rather than Sax’s, his hand spanking the soft curve of her buttocks, her voice screaming his name rather than the other man’s.
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Long, fiery red curls fell over the side of the table, strands of thick silk that would have caressed her hips but brushed the floor instead. Hair that dared a man to touch, stroke.
