“Beautiful,” he whispered, flicking at her clit and watching it quiver and respond 163
to his touch. Growling softly, his tongue separated the swollen petals, sweeping over the absolutely silken flesh and nipping gently.
Fairy syrup, he thought fleetingly, his mouth moving over her to lick and suckle until he felt her body tensing. He knew why Nick had moved, positioned himself on her left side and continued suckling and stabbing his tongue into her until her hands gripped the blankets beneath them.
Brea felt the waves coming; felt the walls inside her clutch and clench and demand more and more! She heard someone scream, realizing it was her at the same time the orgasm sent her soaring. Nick pressed hotly to her side, his mouth on her throat, on her shoulder.
She didn’t feel it and she did feel it. A wild mix of sensations coursing through her when his teeth found a sweet spot that seemed attached to the wild sweeping orgasm taking her again.
Jase groaned aloud, his mouth moving from the hot syrup to her thigh, the soft center and lower. His fingers moving, stroking and spreading the thick moisture lower.
Brea was gasping. She didn’t know it would feel this intense! This alive and they seemed to want more! They wanted to give more and she was positive she’d die on the receiving end.
Nick took her mouth at the same time she felt Jase spreading the thick juice from her center, spreading it lower and sliding one finger into a place she’d never thought….oh, god…..more sensations…new sensations…..new nerve endings aroused and hotly demanding.
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Nick raised his head, peering into her eyes.
“We want you, Brea…..together….are you ready for us both, baby?” Brea felt herself drifting down from the orgasm, her head shaking slightly.
“I don’t know….I want you…both of you…I didn’t….I want you both so much….it’s frightening….”
“We’d never hurt you, Brea,” Jase lifted his face from her sex, licking his lips and groaning softly.
“I know that…..” she watched the passion in both them, saw their eyes darken and felt the heat flooding the room because of the three of them. Three of them, a distant part of her mind repeated. “What if I…..I can’t….”
“Trust us….” Nick cupped her face, his mouth dragging lightly over hers. He slid down her body as Jase moved to her mouth, kissing her and sharing the taste of her pleasure, their tongues playing and stroking. “My turn to taste…..Christ she’s so hot….sweet…..” he buried his face close to her sex, inhaling and dragging is tongue over the soft, bare petals.
Using his fingers as Jase had, he gathered the moisture and spread it lower. Two fingers speared into her gently, circling, stretching. He groaned when he felt her walls clench him, grip him and urge more from him.
“Jase…..” Nick groaned hungrily.
“I know….” Jase rolled to his back, pulling Brea over him and gripping her thighs, spreading them and letting her slick sex rest over his cock.
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had him trapped. She rolled her hips from side to side, taking him slowly inside her. He was wide, blunt and thick as he stretched her. Perfect, she breathed.
“Jase…..so good….” Brea whispered drunkenly.
“Oh, she’s so fucking tight, Nick…..”
“I know….” Nick lifted the bottle Jase had left on the table and smoothed some of the oil onto his palms, his hands then moving to the heart shape facing him.
Brea felt her body purr.
Her. Whole. Body.
Amazing, she breathed against Jase’s lips, sending her tongue out and stroking along his throat. Somewhere in the whispers were the word ‘MINE’ repeated over and over.
Arousing wasn’t enough to cover how she was feeling, she decided. Firm, strong hands massaged something sweet and fragrant into her skin, over her hips and ass.
Then she felt the thumbs meet in a place she never knew could be erotic.
Wild streaks of sensation bounced around her body, from one end to the other.
Jase fisted a handful of her hair, pulling her mouth back to his when she tried gulping in more air that she could find just through her nose. He had both hands in her hair, keeping the long strands wrapped around his fists while his hips moved seductively, stroking his cock deep and long, never retreating but now and then the pressure met when Nick’s thumbs spread her open.
“Christ, Nick…..not much longer...she’s…..fuck...I can feel her insides starting to….” Jase groaned loud.
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Brea knew what he was saying. She heard the collection of words pushing her toward the edge again.
Sexy words; coarse words; erotic, sweet words stroking her as assuredly as the hands all over her. Words that told her what their bodies were feeling and yet more erotic than the sex itself.
Then she felt him.
The blunt head of him gliding along the oil and her own hot moisture easing his way. He pushed at the same time the first orgasm washed over her; pushed at the same time Jase pulled out and thrust deeply inside her. Pushed and popped past the strong muscle guarding that entrance, eased his length slowly inside her ass.
“Brea….talk to us, baby….” Nick groaned, holding himself back, forcing the urgent need down.
Talk? She could barely breathe and he wanted to talk?
“Crazy…males….oh, god….it feels so different…..good…..I never knew….” She didn’t need words when her muscles flexed. All of them and the males involved each let out a husky, deep groan. Slowly, she flexed them again, grinding her clit against Jase and panting, tilting her hips and rotating to stroke herself and excite them.
Embarrassing to pass out on lovers, some part of her advised.
But she could feel them. She could feel them and herself, more nerve endings than she ever knew she had.
“Brea….” Nick was bent carefully over her, his long, strong arms quaking in the 167
efforts it was taking for him to hold back. “Are you alright, baby? Are we hurting you….”
“So good…..please…..it’s there….again….I need….I want you…..all of you…..” Brea tried moving but decided that was almost impossible. She raised up slightly, her back arched deeply. Her body was in control now and her brain was almost absent in the wake of all the emotions and sensations.
“More,” she whispered greedily, her voice a low sensual hunger that spiked through her lovers.
Then Jase nipped at one nipple.
Sharp, jagged edges of lightening were released inside her.
Nothing stopped the rippling of muscles, the sudden thrust of her hips down on Jase and back against Nick, sinking him deeper, harder and forcing a hoarse cry from her lips. Brea loved the colors flickering through her with the sensual, erotic sensations.
She was stretched, their bodies more intimate that she’d ever imagined possible.
It was nothing but sweet, sweet pleasure.
She didn’t have to ask if it was good for them.
Then they slowly, carefully began to move. Finding their rhythm, finding the most bliss a world could allow in one place.
Nick lost himself in the velvet caresses of her body, his arms shaking as he pulled back and pushed forward, stroking into the taut entrance that yielded to him. Into the woman who gave to them both. Freely and with a hunger that matched their own.
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the men loving her.
There had never been anyone like them in her heart or her body. One wove its way around the next as their cocks stroked back and forth, teasing the nerve endings to a peak and taking her along for the ride.
She didn’t move, held tightly between them. She knew her own excitement was tied to the sounds, the caresses of their hands and cocks; their mouths moving against her flesh
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They gave to one another. Over and over; the whip of pleasure bouncing from one to the other and repeated.
Brea felt the sharp edge of Nick’s teeth on her throat. On the small bite he’d given her before and that was the final sensation her body could endure. Her hands went to the bed, her mouth open and their names were ripped from inside her when the explosion triggered the velvety soft walls of her insides.
Quaking, rippling and convulsing, squeezing his cock tightly, Jase completely lost his control, and the strong, hard pulses sent Nick toward his own edge. Their rough voices echoed in the silence of the night.
Heat flowed between them, and all the bodies seemed to enter free fall at the same time. No one moved for a several long minutes.
Steamed windows, the smell of their sweat and their pleasure permeated the room.
Brea knew she was barely breathing. But she was warm.
And it felt so really good.
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She squirmed, ignoring the complaints.
“Brea….” Jase groaned deep in his chest.
She wiggled and sighed, purring again. A low, sweet purr that trickled from deep in her throat.
“Woman….god….lay still a minute…..” Nick groaned, knowing he’d have to be the one to move first and pushed himself to the side, falling onto his back and never opening his eyes. So many scents filled the room and still, all he was capable of focusing on was Brea.
His. Marked and claimed. His mate.
Brea decided that orgasms were amazing, wonderful things. Even in abundance.
No, especially in abundance. She moved cautiously, wincing only a little and slipping to the side next to Nick, her back against his side.
“Orgasms are really good, wondrous things…..” she breathed aloud, barely noticing the blankets Jase pulled over them. She giggled. They were laying sideways on the bed. True, it was a king and big enough for them all. Comfortably. Perfect.
She brought one hand up, gingerly touching the small bite on her neck and then the other one to the side of her breast. On the right.
Jase, she remembered vaguely. In the middle of one of those mind-blowing orgasms. And each time he licked it or bit down, it triggered another wave of pleasure that made her groan.
“Brea….are you alright?” Jase lay on his back, his arm at his side because she was kind of wrapped around it, holding on and pressing her face against him.
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“Shhh….sleepy….”
“I think that’s a yes,” Nick chuckled, his body sated as he spooned against her, his arm at the dip of her waist and her behind pressing back into his crotch.
Mated, Jase growled in his sleep. He’d claimed a sweet spot at the side of her breast, marked her and felt her body explode with orgasm when he did. She was theirs now. He could taste her. So much of her in his senses.
Tiny lights telling her it was almost two in the morning were the last things she saw before a deep sleep claimed her. No little flying people tonight, she breathed peacefully, snuggled and warm between them.
No one would hurt her. No one would take her away from them. She didn’t know why or how she knew, but she knew. She heard the word over and over in her mind as she slept. But it was coming to her in two very different voices.
Mine.
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Chapter 17
Brea ended up on her stomach, arms above her head and body snuggled almost below the blanket edge. There was a heavy arm across her middle and another one on the opposite side, but that palm had a handful of one ass cheek.
She grinned as she woke. She knew the palm. His favorite part. She giggled.
Nick heard the sound, his palm squeezing possessively. There was that giggle again. Had he fallen asleep with a stuffed toy that made noise?
Oh, hell no. His cock gave an appreciative twitch as the memory surged back.
Each and every sensation of the previous night came rushing back into his system, ending at the morning hard-on he was sporting and he knew the woman responsible was trying to untangle herself from between them.
“How far do we let her wiggle before we pounce?” Jase mumbled into the mattress, the lean form that had been trying to squirm from between them suddenly froze.
“Can’t make fresh coffee…or tea….or Sunday breakfast if I’m pounced,” Brea responded. She was positive she should at least be uncomfortable. Embarrassed? But she wasn’t. Instead there was teasing and play and an incredibly warmth inside her.
“We can buy breakfast,” Nick countered. “It’s Sunday. Go back to sleep.”
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knew more about her body then should be allowed, but telling them she had to pee was just out of the question.
Brea had her teeth brushed and was standing beneath the hot spray of water, trying to be casual about taking inventory. She wasn’t sure why she felt her cheeks flush hot when she thought about the night of sex.
Embarrassment, definitely.
Not something in her usual books of behaviors. Definitely.
Awe at how they made her body respond. Definitely, she thought with a sigh.
Muscles….hmm…new ones a little on the sore side. Not painful sore, she thought, massaging shampoo into her scalp. She groaned. Just the right tightening of muscles and tiny tingles lurched through her.
But they hadn’t left her. Hadn’t rushed off to their own rooms.
She hadn’t been cold, afraid. The other times had been so…..flat, she thought, searching her memories. Emotionless. She had tried to find the passion. She had cared enough to get into that situation but….she’d been so afraid she’d never know the passion and desires they showed her last night.
Then there were those two bites. God, how did her skin get so sensitive that her knees shook a little when she stroked over the marks?
Brea stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel and using another to dry her hair. She looked the same. Except for the two bite marks. She let her fingers stroke over the hairless slit. They liked it, she whispered to herself, her breathing a little too fast suddenly at the memory.
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She’d spent so long hiding parts of herself. From others, maybe even from herself, she realized. The bedroom was empty when she came out but she heard the other showers going and hoped she hadn’t used all the hot water. She dug into her pack and found the band she wanted, adjusting the spikey little stretchy band over her hair, bangs filtering over her forehead but the rest hanging down her back.
She found a pair of shorts and smiled. Had to be Nick, since they touched her knees and had pockets everywhere. She tucked the tee shirt in and wandered barefoot to the kitchen. She had the batter in the fridge and had most of the breakfast finished by the time they came into the kitchen.
“Babe, you’re spoiling us,” Jase came to her side, his palm beneath her chin and tipping her mouth to his. Too aware of the sweet scent of her rushing through him. Her lips parted, their tongues teasing before he backed up with a low growl. “Coffee.” Brea just smiled and shook her head, peeling the waffle from the maker and adding it to a plate. She had the large plate on the table when another arm came from behind her, the large palm gliding over her behind and his mouth on her throat.
“It just means we’ll have to grab breakfast at the café when she goes back to work,” Nick said against her skin before heading to the spot he’d claimed as his own.
Brea sat down, the tall, cold juice glass between her hands. She watched them load up their plates.
“Do you think I will? That I can? The insurance….” She shook her head at the papers she’d been filling out online. The arguments and questions because of the arson.
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“We told you it’ll be rebuilt, Brea,” Jase stared over the cup of coffee, sighing contentedly. “We know a firm that works the coast. I have a call in to M
att and you can talk to him probably in a day or two.”
“Let the insurance company play their games. It’ll be rebuilt as soon as the police release the property from being a crime scene,” Nick promised as the warm syrup and butter melted with the waffle in his mouth.
It took a few minutes for them to realize she was staring at them and not eating.
Nick swallowed hard.
“We’re in trouble?” He finally asked, draining half the mug of tea he’d found at his plate.
Jase picked up his cup and took a drink.
“Brea….we’re not taking your choices or your decisions,” Jase reached for her hand, her fingers automatically twining with his. “We don’t want your power. It’s your shop. Your business. If you need help with something, you ask us and we’re there.”
“Is it the money, Brea?” Nick reached for another waffle and the jam that had appeared from somewhere. He saw the answer immediately in her eyes and sighed.
“Did you take a loan from your parents to start the business?”
“Yes.” She opened her mouth when Jase held a bite of toast out to her, frowning when she realized what she was doing and taking the toast from him, ignoring the sexy wink he offered. “Stop that. I’m eating.”
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comes through, it’ll take care of it for you. You need the business, just like we need ours. It’d make us nuts not to work.”
“Brea, we’re a family,” Nick caught the look from Jase. Maybe approaching things from another angle would help. They’d held back from too much already. Just like her parents. Trying to shield her, protect her.
“You….both of you want me to be part of your family,” she heard herself say the words.
“You are part of our family,” Jase corrected softly. He winced when her fingers went to the mark beneath her tee shirt. “Yeah…it’s considered polite to ask…..”
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