“God, I’m so full.” As exquisite as the first time and she had no reason to doubt it would be every time forever. Boyd and Hugh moved in tandem. One, two, three strokes and she knew she was lost.
Boyd lifted up slightly and she looked around for her other love. Gavin lounged back in a chair nearby, naked with his cock in his hand as he stroked and tugged on his balls with the other. “I want that.” She pointed at his lap and he grinned and jumped up to join them.
Gavin kneeled on the futon next to her and presented his cock to her lips. She licked the tip, swirling her tongue around the crown before opening her mouth. He plunged into her as fast as she sucked. She could still taste the remnants of herself on him, reminding her of the frantic way he took her against the brewery wall.
They all started to move. Her lovers balanced her and plunged into her with abandon. Growls filled the air, joining the high-pitched cries she couldn’t stop. The inferno she tried too hard to fight raged out of her control, swooping through her senses. The passionate flames burned away all lingering doubts of whether she had found her destiny and carried her in a whirlwind of pleasure. Thunderous roars echoed in her ears as her body pulsed and stiffened with the intensity of her orgasm. She sucked down the flood Gavin shot into her mouth as her body accepted the wave of heat in her ass and pussy.
* * * *
“If you wanted, you could keep all this red, you know.” Boyd fingered a damp curl that lay on her shoulder. The sun beat down on them, making the sweat on their skin sparkle.
“I really prefer it black. I’ve been doing it for so long.” She looked up at Boyd, afraid that he really liked it the other color. She hated the red, but she would keep it for him.
“I’ll love you with red, black, blue hair, or no hair.” Boyd kissed her gently at first, but it quickly morphed into a hot, liquefied attack against her senses. He kissed a path down her side. “I love the way you taste.” He nuzzled her hip bone and pressed openmouthed kisses against her skin.
Hugh moved behind her and reached around to cup her breasts in his large hands, gently pulling on the turgid peaks.
Boyd rubbed the pads of his fingers against her bare pussy. “Are these red, too?”
“Ugh. Yes, and I can’t dye them.” She’d tried once and made a horrendous mess.
Hugh’s fingers slipped through her hair and squeezed, feeling like a hundred little pinpricks danced over her scalp as he tilted her head back. His fingertips danced lightly over her bare mons. “Would you grow a little fur for us, my little vixen? Give us something soft and silky to stroke on you?”
“Anything.” And she meant it, too. She hated the color, but if they liked the ugly curls, then she could handle it. Maybe she would trim it into a heart shape for them. That made her grin.
“Uh-oh, she’s planning something,” Gavin commented, and she opened her eyes and winked at him. “You’re going to keep us on our toes, aren’t you?”
River stroked the soft hair on Hugh’s chest. The sun shone warm on her skin, and she was curled up with her Mates. She never envisioned her life would end up like this. “Maybe I’ll shave hearts into your chest hair so everyone knows you’re taken.”
“Baby, they know every time we look at you.” Boyd stroked his hand over her shoulders.
Gavin pressed a kiss to her tailbone. “We’re planning on keeping you so happy you won’t have time to get in trouble.”
Like that’s gonna happen. As Gavin said before, she planned to keep them on their toes for the rest of their lives. “So getting my labia pierced really is out of the question?”
Hugh pressed a soft kiss to her temple and squeezed her ass cheek. The sensitive skin erupted into tingles that dove straight for her pussy. He held up a finger. “One.”
THE END
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
About the Author
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