Ray, Helena - Hidden Pride [The Pride of Savage Valley, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  “Now,” Clay said through gritted teeth, and Jack pulled Anya’s hair, turning her face to the ground and offering up her neck to Clay. His teeth sank into the base of her neck, and like when he had pierced her shoulders before, she felt no pain. No, it only heightened the pleasure of Clay exploding inside of her and pouring his scorching cum into her awaiting pussy.

  “Oh my god,” she whispered as Clay pressed a kiss over where he had sunk his teeth into her neck and slowly withdrew.

  “My turn,” Jack said, his eyes aglow. Quickly, he and Clay traded places, and his hard cock lined up with Anya’s entrance. He leaned over her and lowered his head to drink from her lips. As he lifted his face, he held her within his bright-blue gaze and said, “I love you, Anya. I never thought it would happen so quickly, but goddamn it, you’re perfect, and I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she said, then added sheepishly, “but I’m not perfect.”

  “Never say that.” She looked up to see Clay staring down at her with the same intensity. “You’re perfect for us, and that’s what matters.”

  “Not to mention,” Jack said, “we think you’re perfect in every way possible.” He dipped his head and took one nipple in his mouth, the sharp sensation reigniting the fire within Anya. Damn, these two knew how to get her excited. And I get to spend the rest of my life with them.

  Jack pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, then withdrew and forced all of his length inside her. The fullness sparked excitement within her, and she suddenly thought of the dangerous fullness they had hinted at before. Secretly, she hoped that was part of the mating ritual, too.

  She turned to look up at Clay, and what she saw shocked her. His cock, still glistening with her juices, was once more fully erect and ready to go. As she stared in disbelief, she saw a smug smile cross Clay’s face from the corner of her eye. Confused but more than willing to oblige, she guided Clay’s cock to her lips and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard and running her tongue over the tip.

  Jack began an unforgiving pace, pressing both himself and her closer to release, and Anya laved at Clay’s cock with the same rhythm. Jack twisted one of her nipples between her fingers, and she darted her eyes up to see his glazed over with pleasure. His rhythm became uneven, his thrusts harder, and she could see he was on the verge.

  “C–Clay,” he said, “now.” Like Jack had before, Clay brushed the hair off Anya’s neck and turned her head to the side. Jack’s teeth sank into her skin at the exact moment his seed shot into her pussy, bathing her cunt in his essence.

  “The two of you aren’t going to give me any rest, are you?” she asked as Jack fell beside her and Clay stretched out on the opposite side.

  “No plans to, darlin’.” Clay traced his hand up and down her stomach and studied her face. “How do you feel? Any different yet?”

  Anya closed her eyes. Every square inch of her skin tingled, and even though she could feel the cold wind whipping over her skin, the warmth from within assured she was more than comfortable.

  “Tingly. Excited. Warm,” she said, articulating each word. “Is that how I’m supposed to feel?”

  “We don’t know,” Jack answered. “Not like we’ve ever done this before.”

  “But the mating’s not over yet,” Clay said, a note of danger in his voice. “There’s still one final thing, and I think, from what I’ve seen and felt around my cock, you’re going to like it.”

  At her side, she crossed her fingers, hoping for the one thing, the one sexual act, she knew would propel her into a heaven like she’d never known before.

  “We’re going to take you at the same time,” Jack answered. “Clay’s going to fuck your pussy while I’m inside this sweet little ass.” He ran his hand over her hip, and her breath hitched as her inner muscles contracted in anticipation. “How does that sound to you, gorgeous?”

  “It sounds pretty damn good,” she said in a lascivious tone. “When are you boys gonna be ready for that?”

  “Right now,” Clay growled as he rolled onto his side and thrust against Anya.

  “You bet your ass.” Jack pressed against her, and Anya was stunned to find he was already hard as a rock.

  “Wait,” she said, needing answers. “How on earth are you two hard again? I mean, don’t you need a little bit of downtime?”

  “Darlin’, that’s for normal men. In case you forgot, we’re definitely not normal.” Clay brushed her hair to the side and laved at her collarbone, sending a few more sparks flying toward her clit.

  “Fun fact,” Jack said as he rubbed his dick against her hip. “Mountain lions can copulate nine times in one hour.”

  Wait a minute. “The Ninth Time? Like the store? Is that what that’s referring to?”

  “Our forefathers’ idea of a little joke.” Clay landed a kiss on her collarbone. “We’re bred to be ready all the time.”

  “Well,” she breathed, this news fully reigniting her excitement, “we should take advantage of this, shouldn’t we?”

  Neither verbally responded, but Clay rolled onto his back, and Jack helped Anya to climb on top of him so that her pussy hovered near his erect cock.

  “Lean over,” Jack whispered into her ear from behind her. “I need a little lube.”

  She moaned as she lowered her chest and Clay drew one of her nipples between his lips. In one sudden motion, Jack pushed his cock all the way into Anya’s pussy, hitting her sensitive inner walls as he did so. He only thrust three times, though, then pulled out, and Clay’s hands landed on her hips.

  Slowly, he guided her pussy to hover over him then lowered her. As she sank onto the cock she had already come to love, she felt a delightful sensation of fullness. That sensation grew when Jack spread her ass cheeks before placing his cockhead at her puckered hole.

  “This is gonna hurt a little, so just let us know if you feel uncomfortable.”

  She mumbled her assent, the only response she was capable of in her aroused state. Jack pushed, and the flared tip of his head pushed against her tight ring of muscle. It burned as he stretched it further, inch by excruciating inch, until he was buried to the hilt. After a moment of discomfort, a warm pleasure spread outward, tightening her pussy around Clay’s dick as a new brand of flame consumed her body.

  “Are you okay, darlin’?” Clay ground out. “Because there’s nothing I want to do more right now than push my cock into you.”

  “More than okay,” she whispered, barely audible over the music still coming from the amphitheater. Jack must have taken her comment as permission because he pulled out then pushed back in as Clay used his hands to lift her off his cock a little. After a few uneven thrusts, they found their steady in-and-out, back-and-forth rhythm. Anya couldn’t believe how hot she felt, how decadently full, with both of her mates’ cocks buried inside of her.

  As the two Abbott brothers fucked in and out of both her holes, she began to climb the peak of excitement. Its summit came closer and closer, and the hard thrusts from Clay and Jack told her they were right there with her.

  “Lean over again,” Jack ground out as he thrust into her. “One last thing before we’re mated.” She did as he asked, and Clay sat up a little and moved his lips over the side of her neck. Jack pushed her hair aside and attached his lips to the other side of her neck then raked his teeth over her skin. Clay reached a hand up and twisted one of her nipples, and on Adam’s Point, Anya reached an entirely different sort of mountaintop. She cried out, a scream of base pleasure, as her inner muscles contracted around the hard cocks filling her. Just as she felt her juices spill onto Clay, Jack erupted in her ass, and his teeth once more pierced her skin. A second later, Clay followed suit, filling her pussy with his seed as he buried his teeth in her neck once more.

  Her orgasm extended onward, and an entirely new sort of pleasure overcame her. Colors burst in front of her eyes as she felt her soul meld with those of the two men inside her, and she realized she had truly become their mate.

  Finally, her
orgasm ended, and the three of them rolled to the side. Both her men slowly withdrew from her, and their panting nearly drowned out the music from below.

  Another of Marina Andrews’s radio hits filtered into Anya’s consciousness, bringing the rest of the outside world with it. As yet another song began, Anya spoke, breaking the companionable quiet between the three of them.

  “What’s going to happen to Jocelyn you think?”

  “Just a second.” Jack closed his eyes, obviously concentrating on something neither she nor Clay could see. “Oliver,” he said slowly, as if a vision were unraveling inside his mind. “Oliver’s just been called by Sheriff Kinman. Skyler—that’s the guy who helped us to save you, right?” Anya nodded in response. “Remind me to tell him I’m forever in his debt.” Jack rolled to his side and kissed Anya’s forehead quickly before continuing. “Skyler’s given the Sheriff the lowdown, and between that and the fact that she’s running around with makeshift dagger, they had enough for them to arrest her. She’s on her way to the county jail right now.”

  “Why was Skyler even there?” Anya asked, the details of the event clarifying in her memory. “He seemed to appear out of nothing.”

  Jack took a deep breath, and his eyelids fluttered as he opened his mind again. “Skyler apparently knew Jocelyn from Denver, honey, and saw her sneaking around. Apparently she didn’t look like normal and had something he keeps calling ‘crazy eyes.’ He was worried, so he followed her into the woods, and that’s when he saw you and helped us to take her down.”

  Anya felt a pang of guilt over what had happened to Jocelyn, but once she remembered her life had been threatened only minutes earlier, the feeling dissipated rapidly.

  “So it’s over?” she asked, relief already washing over her.

  “It’s over,” Clay answered. “Jack, can your magic mind-reading abilities tell us why the hell Jocelyn had it in for our mate?” He nearly purred the words “our mate,” causing both Anya’s heart and her pussy to throb.

  “Skyler claims she was sent by…by NormCorp?” Jack sounded surprised as he squeezed his eyes tighter. “Oliver says he believes it. Apparently she was going to seduce us into handing over our property to that bastard Ulysses Norman.”

  “Fat fucking chance,” Clay muttered. “I should have known. Everything in this town seems to boil down to Norman lately.” He took a deep breath before rolling onto his side and looking down at Anya. “She could never have seduced us, though. We were made for you, beautiful. You’re the one and only love of our lives, and we want to be with you forever.”

  The pounding of her heart drowned out the drumbeat emanating from the amphitheater. “Forever, huh?” she asked, thrilled but attempting to sound nonchalant. “The three of us…this is a real, forever thing, right?”

  “Of course it is,” Jack said. “And you know, at some point we’re going to want to make it legal.”

  “We’re not saying it has to be right away, darlin’,” Clay assured her. “But just know that we’ll make sure your name is Anya Abbott pretty soon.”

  “Anya Abbott.” She said the words aloud for the first time. “I like that.”

  “I love you so much.” Jack pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “Enough that I’m willing to lie naked on the top of Adam’s Point in the cold.”

  “I don’t think we have any hikers staying right now.” Anya tried to force her mind to think of anything besides her two mates, but it was a futile effort.

  “Doesn’t matter,” Clay said. “I’d gladly start a nudist colony if it meant I get to see you without any clothes.”

  “Speaking of which, are you okay with your nakedness?” Jack sat up and looked down at her, and she noticed his eyes rake over her body with an appreciative assessment. “Because we’re going to want you naked…well, basically all the time.”

  “I could live with that,” she said. “You’ll just have to learn to give me a break, though. I’m not sure if I can make love nine times in an hour every single day.”

  “Oh, you’ll learn to, darlin’.” She turned back to Clay, and he kissed her briefly. “Just takes some practice.”

  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 HelenaRayAuthor@gmail.com.

  Also by Helena Ray

  Ménage Everlasting: The Pride of Savage Valley, Colorado 1: Mountain Pride

  Ménage Everlasting: The Pride of Savage Valley, Colorado 2:

  Taste of Pride

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