by Celia Kyle
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“Begin?” They had to be kidding. Gillian was done already. The orgasm Ronan had wrenched from her had been the most powerful release of her life. Begin?
Ronan cradled her against his chest. She laid her head on his shoulder and listened to the beat of his heart, rapidly pulsing against her ear. He hadn’t been unaffected. Eyes drifting closed, she allowed her men to position her as they desired, trusting they would care for her as they had for the past week and a half. When done, she lay chest to chest with Conner, knees on either side of his hips and his cock straining toward her pussy. Max knelt behind her with his cock nestled in the crack of her ass, while Ronan’s strained inches from her face.
Ronan cupped her cheek, drawing her gaze from his shaft, up his body to his eyes. “We’ll all love you together, Gilly.”
Extending her tongue and shifting forward, she managed to capture a drop of his essence before he could stop her. Nature, pure and wild with a hint of hickory, burst on her tongue. Her men looked the same, but inside, they differed so greatly.
Max’s cock, slick with cool lube, probed her back entrance, begging to be granted entry.
Whimpering, the pressure growing as he pressed forward, she looked to Ronan. “It’s okay, Gilly, press out, let Max in. It’ll feel so good, love, so good.”
She did as he asked, she felt Max’s width slide into her depths, stretching her wide, wakening nerves and sending the tingle of arousal coursing through her. Pressing back against Max, she eased more of his cock into her passage amid his groans and moans. More, she needed and wanted more of Max within her. When his groin met her backside, she whimpered. Gillian ached with the need to be filled further. Looking down into Conner’s eyes, she imagined she’d get her wish.
A tap of her cheek brought her attention back to Ronan. “Now Conner, Gilly. He’s going to fill you, stretch you so wide, but you’ll love it.” His thumb traced circles on her cheek.
At her nod she felt Conner’s hand snake between them, skimming her chest, abdomen and lower belly before he moved his cock, poising it at her entrance. “Gotta move together, poppet. Ease on down, take me inside you.”
Biting her lower lip, she stared into his eyes as she did as he asked. Lowering her body, rocking back onto his cock, she cried out at the feeling of being so filled. Her pussy felt as if it were ready to tear. “Conner…”
“Easy, Gilly, I’ve got you.” His hand slid from his cock and his callused fingertips stroked her silken folds, strumming her clit to life. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she moved against her two men, taking Conner deeper. “That’s it, Gilly. So hot, so tight.”
His fingers played over her newly aroused nubbin, causing her cunt to ripple and tighten around Conner’s welcome intrusion. Pressing her face to his neck, she rocked back and forth on Max and Conner’s cocks, gasping with each withdrawal and surge forward. Her orgasm approached again, skittering along her spine with renewed fervor.
Ronan stroked her face, brushing the hair out of her eyes and capturing her attention again. “Slowly Conner. Our mate must come with us and not before.”
“Spoil…” She gasped and whined as Conner slowed his magical fingers. “Sport.” “Open for me, Gilly, take me in. We’ll all come together when it’s time; you need to bring us with you.” Ronan ordered, a growl, deep and earthy had entered his voice as the tip of his cock probed her mouth.
Licking her lips, she opened for him, taking him deep with one giant suck. She wanted all her men had to give. Now. Rocking and shifting above Conner, she worked their cocks in and out of her body, tugging, sucking and tightening every hole they filled. Conner’s hands twirled her aching clit, tapping it with each thrust backwards. Max stroked and skimmed her back, occasionally squeezing her ass when she tightened around him.
Trusting Conner and Max to guide her movements, she focused on giving Ronan pleasure. The man always held a tight control and she wanted to break, or at least bend, it a little. Flicking the underside of his cock with every suck, she licked the crown of his shaft, pressing her tongue into his slit before sliding down his shaft again. When the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat, she swallowed instinctively, taking him deeper into her mouth.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Over and over again she swallowed, thrust against and fucked her three men, her mates, urging them toward their orgasm even as she chased her own. It lingered at the edge of her consciousness, sliding along her spine, spreading from head to toe. The feelings of warmth enveloped her body and focused on her mates’ point of entry. Her mouth, cunt and ass heated with each continued stroke. She increased her pace, working and begging for their release. Gillian ached to be filled by their seed.
Basking in their love, she listened as they began to chant in time with their lovemaking. Eyes drifting closed, the image of the three of them joined, loving one another, flitted through her mind. Their bodies became encased in the mystical fog, seeping into their pores, joining them in a way they never imagined.
As the fog in her mind receded, Gillian’s orgasm burst forth, shooting through her, she screamed around Ronan’s shaft. The feeling of shattering into a thousand pieces suddenly overtook her.
The dark taste of his seed spilled across her tongue and she drank from his cock as if drinking from a fountain. Every drop and pulse flowed freely down her throat. Max and Conner gripped her hips and the heated splash of their release flooded into her passages. They’d come together, sharing in the intimate release as one.
Licking and sucking the last bit of Ronan’s come from his deflating erection, Gillian reluctantly released him, easing him from her mouth. Max withdrew from her ass in slow, aching movements, leaving her empty. Last was Conner. He slid her to his side, holding and petting her as he slid his cock free of her pussy. Tired, aching, she drifted to sleep, her men, her mates, surrounding her.
Minutes or hours later, Gillian awoke to her mates crowded around her, staring at her chest. “I know my breasts are great, guys, but they’re not all that.”
She chuckled at her own joke, shivering when Ronan traced a circle above her left breast. “You belong to us now, Gilly.”
Smiling, she cupped Ronan’s cheek. “I know, love, I know.”
“No,” he affirmed. “You are ours. The Maker has blessed our union.” He stroked her breast again.
Following his finger, she found a mark that hadn’t been there before. Above her left breast a midnight black tattoo of a bear’s paw had appeared as she slept.
Staring from one brother to the next, she found tears brimming, threatening to spill at any moment. She wished she could hug them all at once, but the best she could do was love them.
“I am yours. Forever.”
About the Author
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.
Visit her at http://celiakyle.com
