Ray, Helena - Taste of Pride [The Pride of Savage Valley, Colorado 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  A hand raked through her hair, and she looked up to see Sam sitting by her head, still utterly naked. “Are you doing okay, sweetheart?”

  Marta gulped in a breath of air to calm her racing heart and nodded. “I’m doing way better than okay.”

  “Good to hear it”—he leaned down and ghosted his lips over hers—“because this mating is far from over.”

  All the awareness that had spread through her senses narrowed to only a few square inches of flesh and nerves. Sam’s grip tightened on her hair, pulling her head backward so that the wide head of his cock hovered only inches from her mouth. Her cunt lit on fire upon seeing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on the tip.

  As she tried to tilt her head even further back to take the erotic delight between her lips, Sam disappeared, moving down the bed. She had no time to grieve the loss of his cock so close to her lips, though, because his massive prick bumped against her soaked pussy. She chased his cock with her hips, but Sam took himself in his hand and moved just far enough away to avoid Marta’s pursuing. His large frame hovered over her as he took his weight on one arm.

  “What we’re about to do is all part of the ritual.” That wicked smirk accompanied his one raised eyebrow. “I hope you have enough stamina for all of us.”

  “I think the question is, do all of you have the stamina for me?”

  “We’ve got a keeper, Sam,” Mel said from beside her.

  “Indeed we do.” He spoke no more words as his chest hovered nearer to her, his smooth skin brushing over her taut nipples. Using his grip on his erection, Sam dragged his cockhead up and down over her weeping slit. The languid ministrations drove Marta dangerously close to the edge, especially when Sam used one finger to separate her folds then pressed his cock against the frenzied bundle of nerves that was her clit.

  His gaze bored into hers, and its intensity only caused her arousal to heighten. Her pussy muscles clenched in anticipation, desperate to contract around the cock teasing her. Sam released his erection and brought his hand up to cup Marta’s cheek, steadying her for his plundering kiss. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue access to explore her depths. The wet heat of his mouth consumed her so much that the feel of his wide head pressing at her entrance caused her to shudder in shock.

  Her reaction did nothing to slow Sam’s bodily attack, and with short, rhythmic strokes, he sank his cock into her eagerly awaiting pussy. With one final stroke, he was buried to the hilt. He stayed there for just an instant and broke their kiss. While capturing Marta within his stare, he slowly pulled all of his substantial length out of her and then slammed back in, tearing an impassioned moan from Marta.

  In and out and over and over, he worked his cock into her, filling her cunt with his throbbing erection. She had no time to focus on his welcome charge into her dampening pussy because another hand tangled in her hair and turned her head to the side. There, bobbing in front of her was Phil’s long cock, a rivulet of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. She flicked her eyes up to meet his, hopeful that her attempts at giving a blow job would not be thwarted this time around. The fire she saw burning in his eyes was all the permission she needed to roll her head a bit more to the side and lick the salty fluid from Phil’s cock.

  His breath hitched at her teasing touch, and he moved his hips forward to push the head past her lips. She reached her hand up to wrap around the shaft and hold it steady, but Sam changed the angle of his thrusts, and her focus was torn away. His long, hard cock hit just at the right place, and Marta moaned around Phil’s dick as tiny electric shocks burst from within her.

  She was teetering on the edge now, the free fall into carnal satisfaction only seconds away. Sam’s breathing turned shallow, and Marta knew he was close to his breaking point, too. She tried to hold on, tried to savor a few more moments of having both Sam and Phil’s cocks fill her, when Mel appeared beside Phil and reached for her breasts. As soon as he tweaked her nipples, she was gone. Her pussy muscles contracted around Sam, and she had to release Phil’s cock as she let out an unintelligible moan of pleasure.

  While Marta still rode out the exquisite convulsions of her orgasm, Sam joined in her ecstasy, shouting out his mate’s name as he pumped warm jets of fluid into her awaiting cunt. In the last few thrusts of his release, his lips ghosted over her neck and his teeth scraped against her skin. The sharp penetration of his teeth into her skin felt as if it should have drawn blood and a stinging pain. But no, the love bite only added to her pleasure, extending her orgasm to lengths she’d never thought she would reach. Finally, both of them landed back on solid ground, panting from their shared journey. Sam kissed her gently and withdrew, leaving her pussy feeling painfully empty.

  But her men wouldn’t allow her bereft state to continue much longer. Phil’s hands landed on her hips, and he used his grip to drag her toward him. He leaned forward and placed one soft kiss on her mons, glancing up as if asking permission. Marta did nothing to stop him, and he placed another kiss just over her belly button. His trail of soft kisses continued upward, over her abdomen, through the valley between her breasts, and excruciatingly slowly over her sensitive throat. He placed a final kiss on her lips, and Marta felt his cock press against her pussy.

  She shifted the angle of her hips and impaled herself on the thick length of his cock. He released her lips and groaned as he began a steady rocking in and out and in and out of her sensitive cunt. Her arousal began climbing again, higher and higher, and she couldn’t believe that she was already coasting upward to the summit of her excitement. Someone tugged her hair, and her head fell backward. Mel’s face hovered above hers, mischief written plain as day across his features, and before she could register his presence, his lips had landed on hers. His blistering kiss worked in concert with Phil’s furious thrusts into her pussy to push her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Mel, move!” Phil’s lips shot to Marta’s neck on the opposite side from where Sam’s had scraped against her skin just as Mel broke his kiss and sat up. With one final thrust, Phil shot over the edge, his hot seed pouring into her with such force that she could feel it against the tightening walls of her pussy. At the same time, the same sharp sensation of her skin being broken filled Marta with an excitement so intense it had her quivering at the brink of release.

  “Phil, no,” she whimpered as he pulled his cock from her. So close, she was so very close to the orgasm that she knew would satisfy every part of her. If the mating ritual continued this way, Mel had to take her next, right?

  Sam gave her no time to contemplate where the evening might take her. As soon as Phil rolled off of Marta, Sam scooped her into his arms, pressing her bare chest against his. He rolled backward so that she lay on top of him.

  “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  The vibrations from his deep chuckle flowed into the hard buds of her nipples and straight to her pussy, keeping her just on the edge of orgasm but not giving her quite enough to push her into the heavenly void she knew she could find. Just then, another set of hands landed on her hips and pulled her off of Sam. Stubble scratched across her neck, and she knew it was Mel who now molded her back against his front, his cock bumping against her ass.

  “I haven’t taken you from behind before,” he whispered as he rose to his knees, keeping Marta against his chest, then placed her gently on her own knees. One strong arm locked around her chest as he leaned forward and held his weight up with the other. Mel nudged his knee between her legs, spreading her open for his taking.

  His cockhead brushed against her damp opening and grazed over her clit, prompting a small squeal to escape from Marta’s throat. For a moment, Mel stilled completely. Marta’s eyes opened, though she hadn’t realized they were squeezed shut, and she noticed that all three brothers were completely still.

  Mel broke the silence. “We need you.”

  With one hard stroke, he impaled Marta on his cock, using his grip on her chest to steady her as he pounded into her with relentless thrusts. On only
his third thrust, his head collided with Marta’s G-spot and finally—finally—gave her the release she sought.

  She moaned as he continued his thrusts, coasting through midair on her third orgasm of the night. As she flew, propelled into the heights of female arousal, she felt the almost familiar sensation of teeth grazing over her neck. And like before, they only intensified her excitement and allowed her to ride her orgasm just a little bit longer as Mel’s fangs dug into her neck at the moment of his own release.

  He collapsed forward on the bed, forcing Marta down as well. For a moment, the two of them lay there, a sweaty, panting mess. With a sigh, Mel pulled himself out of Marta, allowing her to roll onto her back and stare up at the ceiling once again. What she had just been through was damn pleasurable, but she needed a moment to catch her breath.

  “The mating’s almost done, beautiful,” Phil said as he pulled Marta into his arms. He lay on his back, and Marta rested her head on his chest, thankful for a moment to catch her breath. But as she inhaled, it wasn’t pure oxygen that filtered through her lungs. No, the strong, spicy smell of her mates’ bodies once more enveloped her in its haze.

  “What is that?” she finally asked, turning her head up to face Phil.

  “What, darling?”

  “That smell. Every time I’m around the three of you, it’s all I can think about. The odds are against all three of you wearing the same cologne, so I doubt it’s that.”

  Sam’s long, muscular form shaped against her back. “No, it’s not cologne,” he whispered into her ear. “It’s something much, much more intimate than that.” His erection pushed against her ass, punctuating his proclamation of intimacy.

  “You see, when a mountain lion-shifter finds his mate, like we did, he releases the mating musk. The only one who can truly smell the musk is his mate.”

  “Which is how we knew you were the one,” Mel said from the foot of the bed as he massaged her feet. “You responded to the musk, proving you were made for us.”

  “So what does it do for me? Anything?”

  “Remember when we met?” Sam’s hand wrapped around her waist, and his fingers splayed out on her stomach. “My behavior may have been a little…inappropriate, given the context.” His hand journeyed lower and brushed across the soft curls surrounding her pussy. “You see, even though it may have been unprofessional, I could smell how aroused you were and feel your heartbeat racing. I knew, Marta. From the very first moment, I knew.”

  The memories of that day crept back into Marta’s mind—the way her heart had sped up when she saw Sam, the feel of his knee brushing against hers and his fingers ghosting over her thigh, and yes, that overpowering musk.

  “I didn’t understand what the feeling meant at the time, but I think I knew, too.” She looked up at Phil and then down at Mel. “I think I knew the moment I met each of you.”

  Sam and Phil each pulled away a little as Mel slowly began to creep up her body until he lay above her, gazing down as he had that first night they were together. He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers, sending a chill racing down her spine.

  “Before I met you, I didn’t know what I was doing with my life. I was lost, I was alone, and I was angry. But since meeting you”—he smiled and shook his head—“all of that is gone. I know what I want, and I know who matters the most to me. I’m not fucking this up. I love you, Marta.”

  Her breath stopped in her lungs, and all the world dropped away, leaving only her, Mel, Sam, and Phil. This was the defining moment of their relationship, and Marta knew her answer. Fuck conventionality. It had never held her back before, and it sure as hell wouldn’t hold her back right then.

  “I love you, too.” She smiled, delighted by the knowledge that she had never spoken truer words.

  “Marta, Mel’s not the only one,” Sam said, reaching for her as Mel climbed off of her. “I’ve been an ass to you, to my family, and to myself. I was the one keeping us apart. Mel had said he found someone, and it was stupid of me not to trust the curse and trust that it was the same beautiful, intelligent woman. But I promise, I will never be so selfish again. You’re too precious to me, and there’s no way in hell I’m losing you.” He leaned forward and kissed her nose. “I love you. Even though it’s been such a short time, I know that I love you.”

  “And I love you, too, even if you did keep me from getting laid for a while.”

  Sam’s eyebrow shot up. “Didn’t I hear something about you and Mel having a little secret tryst?”

  Marta felt the blush rising to her cheeks. “Hey, we totally would have done it in the car that night.”

  “Um, whose ass was it that hit the steering wheel a little hard?”

  “It ruined the mood!”

  She giggled, and Sam joined in her laughter. Moments like these were what made her certain she was making the right choice.

  “I guess that leaves me,” Phil said from above her. She scooted toward him so that she could lay her head on his lap while his back rested against the wall. He combed his fingers through her hair, helping her relax through the tension of the moment. “You make me comfortable, Marta. When we first met, it was like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. Suddenly, I could relax and be myself. Each and every instant I spend with you, that feeling grows. I can’t imagine living without that feeling, and I can’t imagine loving anyone else the way that I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she whispered, a tear pricking at the corner of her eye from his confession.

  “So what’s the verdict?” She turned back to Sam. “Will you stay in Savage Valley? I know you have your career, and we won’t hold you here if you don’t want to stay.”

  “But I can travel with you,” Phil continued, “as long as we’re only gone for two weeks.”

  “And once our children become the ruling generation, I can join you on those adventures.” Mel took her hand and pulled her to a sitting position.

  She locked gazes with each of them before shaking her head and saying, “How can you even ask that? Of course I’ll stay. I love you.” The tear broke from the corner of her eye and ran down her cheek. “All of you.”

  “Let us show you how much,” Sam said with a growl in his voice as he crawled over her, forcing her to lie on the bed again. He moved his hips so that the head of his long, impressive cock rubbed along her stomach. “For the mating to be complete, we have to all be inside you.”

  “But haven’t you already—”

  “At once.”

  Marta couldn’t help but gasp. The wave of excitement and arousal that rolled over her caused her pussy to convulse, churning out fresh cream. The idea of all of their long, hard cocks filling her completely full—

  “Ooh, yes.”

  Sam had climbed off of her, and Phil had reached a hand between her legs and rubbed against her mound. A single long finger separated her folds, and he brushed against her clit. Her hips beckoned for him to give her more, push harder, and he obliged. He sank two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, and she clenched around him, wanting to draw him deeper, but his fingers eased out of her. Phil trailed his fingers slowly backward over the sensitive patch of flesh separating her pussy and the forbidden hole behind. Ever so gently, he swirled her own feminine juices around the tight hole, and unexpectedly, his touch sent a burst of sensation straight to her clit.

  When she whimpered, Sam and Mel both rushed to comfort her. “Tell us how it feels, baby,” Mel said, brushing his thumb over one of her nipples.

  “It–It feels good, but in a totally new way.”

  “That’s how it’s supposed to feel.” Sam took her other breast in his hand and tweaked one of her nipples as Phil continued to massage at her hole. Their ministrations distracted her until one of Phil’s fingers pressed against the tight ring of muscle guarding her asshole.

  “Just breathe,” Phil whispered as his finger finally pushed into her. The erotic stretching felt more exciting than she ever could have imagined. She gasped as he pushed two finge
rs into her ass, stretching her for the sexual attack she knew was coming.

  Mel’s hand cupped her chin and tilted it upward, and she saw that he had moved so that he sat at the head of the bed. His cock was fully erect, twitching under her gaze, still glistening with her juices. He pushed himself onto his knees, and Marta took him in her hand, guiding him to her lips. She licked at the tip, savoring the taste of his pre-cum combined with her own erotic juices.

  Just as she sucked his cockhead into her mouth, Sam’s hand brushed against her pussy. She opened her legs wider, the action drawing Phil’s fingers deeper inside. “I want you,” she whispered against the tip of Mel’s cock, “all of you.”

  “You have us,” Sam said as he pushed his thumb through her labia and rubbed in tiny circles around her clit. She moaned around Mel’s throbbing prick, drawing a groan from him and causing his thrusts to speed up.

  Sam’s hand left her pussy, and as soon as she threw a leg over his hip, his cock replaced it. As he sank his cock into the tightness of her cunt, Phil’s fingers gently withdrew from her asshole, a good thing since she didn’t know how much more long, hard dick her body could take. Both Mel and Sam stilled their thrusts, and she felt something wet and cold drip on her asshole. Lube. Phil’s fingers returned, massaging the gel into her hole. But very soon, his cock lined up with her back entrance.

  “Remember to breathe, sweetheart,” Phil said as he pushed the head of his cock against her entrance. A sting of pain raced through her as he continued forward, stretching the tight ring of muscles to their limit. Beads of sweat accumulated on her forehead, and she wondered if this really was she something she wanted.

  Then, in one brief moment, Phil had sunk into her completely, and that pain instantly transformed to a warm pleasure that flowed through her veins and turned her into a writhing creature of pure want. Her men must have felt her tension float away, because they all restarted their thrusts. Sam and Phil quickly established a back-and-forth rhythm, one withdrawing as the other thrust in, and Mel pressed his hips forward, sending his cockhead to the back of Marta’s throat. She swallowed him in time with each blistering pulse of carnal ecstasy that wracked her body. All her senses were filled with her men, their musk encapsulating her in its force. Every sensation felt clearer, more distinct than any she’d experienced, and her orgasm loomed just around the corner of every thrust, every pant, every moan of sheer bliss.