by Helena Ray
With a shout, Mel poured his seed down her throat, and she gratefully sucked down every drop, relishing in the taste and feel of his steaming hot, salty fluid. He quickly withdrew from her mouth and shifted so that he lay just above her. Before she could register what had happened, all her long hair had been swept above her head, leaving her neck and the bites there totally exposed.
Sam and Phil’s thrusting increased in speed and force, and she knew that all three of them would soon give in to the release that threatened to engulf them. They both moved, and all three men had their mouths on her neck, Mel and Sam on the sides near her collarbone and Phil at the base of her neck. As if guided by something greater than all of them, they bit down at the exact same moment.
The feel of their fangs penetrating her skin joined in the tangle of sensations that finally overwhelmed her completely. She allowed her orgasm to sweep her away, and she felt Sam and Phil both joining her in the void of total satisfaction. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, they all floated back to the earth. While still buried inside her ass, Phil laid a soft kiss over where his teeth had torn her skin. “I love you, mate.”
Mate. It sounded so improbable, but so right. This sense of belonging outweighed any doubts she may have had, any prejudice from society, or any hesitance at all.
“And I love you,” Sam said as he brushed a kiss against her lips. “More than I knew I could love anyone.”
“You know that I love you.” Mel used his grip on her hair to tilt his face toward his for a kiss. “I’ll always love you.”
“So that’s it, huh?” Marta glanced between the confused looks on her men’s faces. “That’s everything? We’re mated?”
“Well, that’s the ritual, yes,” Phil answered, “but there’s a lot to the relationship between mates. Hopefully, you’ll move in with us, and pretty soon we should start discussing children.”
A grin pulled at Marta’s lips. “I can live with that.”
“And how would you feel about working at Savage Hunger on a long-term basis? While you’re not writing, that is.” Sam’s expression was questioning, an adorable look on his chiseled features.
“If it means I get to be around you three all the time, then count me in.”
“You could also copyedit some of Cleve and Ezra’s work at the Savage Herald,” Mel chimed in. “God knows they could use a real writer over there.”
Marta laughed, thoroughly amused by her mates’ eager planning for her stay in Savage Valley. “I love you guys so much. I’m sure we’ll find at least a few ways to pass the time.”
“I can think of one way.” Mel’s mouth found hers, and the night did pass very, very quickly after that.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Helena Ray has always maintained that the world inside her head is much more exciting than the real world. Growing up as an only child, she spent many happy afternoons dreaming up companions. These included her evil twin in Mexico, puppets that would pop up out of the ground, and many a talking dog. Born the daughter of a newspaperman and a lawyer, Helena has given words a vital role in her life. Over the years, her love affair with the written word turned torrid, and she couldn’t stop herself from following in her parents’ footsteps.
She loves to travel, and her most recent adventures have included several trips to Paris, leisurely weekends on Lake Constance in Germany, and raucous nights in Dublin. She has traveled all over the United Kingdom and has lived in London and northern England. Currently, Helena lives in Texas with her very handsome boyfriend, his two cats, and her also quite handsome dog. She hopes that readers have as much fun occupying her imaginary worlds as she has creating them.
Should any of her readers care to contact her, they can find her on Twitter under the name HelenaRayWriter or e-mail her at [email protected].
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Ménage Everlasting: The Pride of Savage Valley, Colorado 1:
Mountain Pride
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