She wasn’t a virgin—not physically. That part of her had been taken away long ago. But in all the ways that counted, she was a virgin. That was something that could only be given, not taken. Her mouth was dry, and she still caught the scent of lavender; it blocked her sense of smell just a bit. When Tex had shut down her senses, she’d been forced inside her head, with only their hands on her skin to let her know where she was and who she was with. Sensory deprivation had allowed Holly to focus on what the men were doing to her. Otherwise she’d never have orgasmed.
Through the cushion, the rocks bit into her knees, but she tuned that out, remembering the sensation of their hands on her body, teasing her then making her come. Her heartbeat accelerated, and fluid began to trickle from her channel. Knowing how she reacted to them excited her more. She slowed her breathing, aware that her nipples had drawn up hard and tight.
Tex had wound her up, brought her to the edge, but it had been Hunter’s touch on her breast, his command in her ear that had pushed her over the edge. He was submissive to Tex only because he was learning. Given time, she’d have two men dominating her…taking control of her pleasure.
This time, she wanted to see. She wanted to touch and taste. She had to do everything just right so she could ask for permission to watch. She straightened her back and stretched the kinks from her muscles. As soon as she heard a hand on the doorknob, she bowed her head, checked her stance, and waited.
“You didn’t bring back your clothes.”
Tex didn’t sound pleased, and inwardly, she cursed. He’d roped her before she had a chance to go back! He entered the room, setting the small pile on the floor by the wall. Should she apologize?
“The sub seeks permission to speak, Master.”
“Permission given.” Hunter answered this time. Good; he was stepping up to his role.
She licked her lips nervously. “The sub made a mistake and wishes to offer her apologies.”
“Does the sub seek forgiveness?”
She thought fast. Is this how her subs worked her? Were they really as manipulative as she was?
“The sub asks forgiveness, but only if it is the masters’ wish.”
“Oh, very good, Holly.” Tex stepped in front of her and used two fingers to gently tilt her head up. “She’s setting us up to negotiate, most likely for something she wants later. What do you suppose our little sub is angling for?”
Damn! Holly slanted her eyes away. “The sub wishes only to please her masters.” Tex let go, and she dropped her head respectfully.
“Apology is accepted. Forgiveness…” Hunter paused. “Forgiveness is pending.”
He wasn’t talking about forgotten clothing or the game they played. Hunter was still angry she’d left them. She glanced quickly at Tex. He wasn’t smiling either. What had they been talking about in those few minutes she’d been gone?
Suddenly the game wasn’t frivolous anymore. For the first time, Holly realized there were dozens of ways she could have handled her situation last year. She could have simply shifted back to human and given them the chance to talk to her. Eva or Briony would have been glad to help her step back into life. Chase had given her his full support, but had warned against this course of action. Running away had not only been cruel and thoughtless, it had been incredibly dangerous. She’d been so proud of herself, had felt triumphant in her progress, that she’d never stopped to consider the effects of her actions on the men she loved.
“I understand.”
Looking down, she felt a tear fall from her eye and watched it drop onto the blue silk pillow under her knees. It made a spot that widened out on the rich fabric.
“The sub is ashamed of her behavior.” She didn’t raise her eyes to look at the men. She wasn’t trying to manipulate them any longer. She simply had to say what she meant.
“I am so sorry I left you two like that.” Another tear fell. “I thought it was the only way, but it wasn’t, was it?” She looked up, and the men both shook their heads. Holly couldn’t reach up to wipe the tears away, so they flowed freely down her cheeks. She blinked quickly and sniffed. “I just… Tex, you kept coming home smelling like sex and humans. And Hunter, you were just fading into the woodwork. All you ever did was stare at us and glare. I know there were other things I could have done, but one day, I just had to run.” She looked up at them, praying they’d understand.
“So maybe it was the right thing to do.” Hunter shoved his hands into his pants pockets. “Sure shook me up.”
“Me too.” He looked steadily at her. “I’m not going to ask why you ran. I understand I hurt you. I guess…I just felt so…confused. Needy. I thought it was because of Rico marrying and Briony getting pregnant. I thought I was just lonely. It didn’t occur to me that my mate was right there, waiting for me. It didn’t occur to me that you were the one.”
“I was just floating. Being angry and doing nothing… It was just the easiest path to take.” Hunter sighed. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to tell you I love you. I don’t know how to tell Tex I need him to show me how to live in this world and love you the way you need.” Hunter ran a hand through his thick hair, pushing it back from his face.
“Well, you just did a pretty good job by yourself, Hunter.” Tex reached out and threw an arm over his shoulder. And Hunter didn’t flinch away. “You know you can trust me and Holly to teach you.”
The men exchanged glances. Their male bonding moment must have been helpful. As her grief ebbed away, Holly felt a surge of triumph. Joy. Her future was standing before her, and it was good. Hell, it was better than good!
Chapter Nine
The silence in the room stretched out. Outside the walls, Hunter could hear other people in the dungeon—the sounds of sex and pain. More distantly he heard music and laughter. He closed his eyes and swore he heard the sound of three hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm.
“Remain where you are, Holly.” Hunter stepped forward till he was just inches from where she knelt on the floor. Her head was level with his groin, and he ached…ached to feel her touch on his body. Tex moved silently next to him. He was still barefoot; Hunter had also removed his boots. Now he felt the cold stone floor beneath his bare feet. Tex shook the rope loose from Holly. She remained perfectly still.
“Unbuckle my belt. Open my pants. Touch me.” Hunter realized he was no longer playing a game. It was time. And he was so afraid.
Holly reached up, her fingers trembling just a bit. In the small room, he caught the scent of her liquid arousal mixed with lavender. The flower would live forever in his memory. When her hand reached his belt, his belly jerked in response. Hunter shut his eyes, focusing only on the feel of her skin, the sensation of air drifting over the hood of his cock. When she gently slid the foreskin back, his cry was automatic. The years of desolation and denial washed over him. Tex was behind him, supporting his weight.
After a moment he regained control and held himself upright on shaky legs. Again she touched him, brushing along the skin of his shaft and then encircling him with her fingers. She twisted her hand as she stroked his shaft. His jeans slipped down, and he stepped out of them, opening his eyes to watch Holly in gratitude and disbelief.
“Put my cock your mouth. Suck…gently.” He wasn’t ready to come yet; he wanted to savor the experience.
She slipped her hands down and cupped his balls. Hunter panted and once again nearly melted as he was enfolded by her wet, warm mouth. She stroked with her tongue along the bottom of his cock, trailing along the intricate tracery of veins. Her suction was gentle but enough to cause blood to roar through him. He heard only the rush of his pulse in his ears. His entire focus was on that single point of his body where she touched him.
Holly sucked, sliding up and down, squeezing her hand around the base. His hips involuntarily thrust to meet her mouth. It was blissful and beyond what he’d fantasized.
“Stop. Now Tex.”
Hunter ached at the sudden loss of her mouth. Her ha
nd remained, stroking lightly as Holly began to work Tex. She dragged her lips down the length of his erection, and she occasionally looked up at his face, seeking direction.
Tex groaned loudly. He dropped his head back and buried his hand in her dark hair. She was rougher with him, pumping him harder, letting him fuck her mouth freely. Desperately Hunter clasped her fingers where they wrapped around his cock and squeezed hard at the base.
“Back to me.”
Without pause, she swiveled on her knees and changed position. Hunter shuddered at the entire experience—the sounds, the scents of their bodies, the feel of her mouth on his most sensitive places. She moved faster, keeping her hand on Tex, pumping him at the same pace she went down on Hunter. Automatically he angled his hips, closing the space between himself and Tex.
“Switch.”
At his command, she moved again. Gradually the men drew closer. Hunter leaned against Tex for support, and their cocks bumped against each other’s, and he didn’t care. No flash of panic ran through him. The other man’s entire sexual focus was on the woman who knelt at their feet. Tex’s breath was rough and ragged, his tanned skin flushed with arousal. Hunter looked down at Holly. Sweat bloomed over her face; the fair skin over her chest was pink. Her dark blue eyes were huge in her face when she looked up at him.
Tex groaned. “Almost there?”
Hunter nodded. He’d been there since they’d started!
“Holly, bring us both… Use your hands.” Hunter spoke through clenched teeth.
Obediently she pulled her face back and pumped them both in a fast, matching rhythm. Once he’d given himself permission to climax, it came fast, faster than Tex’s. His muscles contracted, his back flexed, and through a haze of sexual pleasure, he watched seed spurt from his body to splash Holly’s shoulder and chest. He came and he came, and at some point, Tex was coming as well, his pleasure voiced in harsh groans. The men leaned against each other, and somehow they managed to stay upright. Hunter had one hand on Holly’s shoulder, the other fisted into Tex’s shirt. He opened his eyes and looked down. Holly still held them loosely. She looked from him to Tex. Her eyes sparkled, and her lips were swollen. She was elated.
“You’re a mess.” He felt shaky and weak. She glanced down at the milky semen on her skin and then back up into their faces.
“You marked me.” Her voice held wonderment.
“Yeah, I guess we did.” Tex reached out and slid a finger down her chest, leaving a trail through the shining fluid. “Guess that means you’re ours.” He offered his finger, and she opened her mouth to lick their mixed seed from his hand.
“I’m yours.”
Shaken, Hunter broke away from the two and slid to the pallet of furs that covered the bed. He knew otherwise. Yes, they’d marked Holly, but she wasn’t theirs. They were hers. He watched as Tex cleaned her off and then helped her to her feet. Hunter stretched and grinned, feeling the sumptuous slide of fur against his skin. This time, being owned didn’t feel so bad.
They wound around into one another, three naked bodies luxuriating in the animal furs. Holly felt like she was in a den, warm and safe and comfortable. Tex had his head resting on her shoulder, and he skimmed his hand down her body. At her other side, Hunter was propped on his elbow, looking down their bodies. His long leg tangled between hers.
Both men were fully erect, their cocks thick and heavy, gleaming in the dim light. They were as nature created them—uncut, and the sparse hair on their bodies was soft and untrimmed. She’d seen them nude before, but never in this context. Not while they were hungry for her.
Tex was muscular, lean, but bulked up from the heavy work he’d performed for so many years. He moved, and the light played up the golden highs and lows of his body. In keeping with the color scheme that nature had blessed him with, blond hair scattered his chest, trailing down to the nest at his groin.
Hunter was also muscular, but less delineated. He was made for moving swiftly, running and tracking through forests. His body was nearly hairless, his skin brown and rich. She suspected he had a good deal of Native American in his lineage. It showed in the arrogant tilt of his cheekbones and the arch of his nose.
She twined her fingers with theirs and rested them on her belly. So many months of tension—learning to work, to ride the bus, to pay the bills. All that tension was suddenly put to rest. She was loose and happy and content. Her glowing arousal was banked. But not for long.
Tex cupped her breast with his work-roughened hand, and she gasped when he plucked the nipple. Immediately Hunter caught her breath with his kiss. A hand…Hunter’s…smoothed the skin between her legs, then gently moved up to delve between her lips.
“So wet.”
“Wet enough?” Tex’s voice was lazy and low. “Wet enough for two?” He looked up at her. “Time for that plug to go.”
She rolled to her side, barely stifling a moan when Tex found the base of the plug and pulled it free of her body.
She ached. She was empty. Holly needed to be filled. Her heart stuttered and then raced. It was happening. This morning she’d woken up, gone to work, and then come to the club; her world was as normal as it could get. But tonight she had been hunted and captured, tied up, dominated, and pleasured. Now she was about to give herself to the men who had ruled her very existence for so long. Briefly panic flared, but she easily chased it back.
This was where she belonged.
Tex moved away, leaving a cold space at her back. She heard the sounds of a drawer opening.
Hunter gave a slight growl. “We don’t need condoms.” The foil packets landed on the bed.
“We don’t need them, but the club requires them.” Tex tore the foil, and she turned her head and watched as he slipped the sheath over his cock. “And believe me, given what we’re about to do, you’ll be glad for it.” His smile showed a bit of fang. His control was at the edge. “Holly, put it on him. Then straddle him.”
Her heart jumped; her belly twisted. Holly opened the packet and followed Tex’s instructions. Hunter looked a bit angry, and she realized he’d probably never had occasion to use a condom before. She focused on the sheath, easing it over his swollen head as gently as possible. When she was finished, Holly straddled his hips. She glanced at Tex, who had a feral expression on his face. He radiated jealousy and possession, but he was holding himself tightly under control.
“Take him.”
Holly clasped his base and eased Hunter’s cock into her body. She took a deep breath, stifling her fear. She’d used dildos before, but never, ever had she been penetrated by a man.
He reached up and clasped her arms. Hunter was flushed with his arousal. “God…I don’t know…if I can last…”
“That’s why we went earlier. The condom will help.” Tex was on his knees, reaching out, stroking her back gently. “Take him, darlin’; you’re doing good.”
She rose, used her fingers to open herself wider, and then lowered herself again. And then again. Every time she lowered herself, he slipped in a bit farther. Tentatively she rode him, feeling her inner walls growing wetter and more relaxed. She experimented with angles, finally discovering that elusive G-spot she’d never located with a vibrator. Beneath her, Hunter’s face had gone tight with his pleasure. His hands opened and closed on her arms. He pulled her down, kissing her deeply and completely. She broke away and buried her face in his shoulder.
“Oh…damn…” She felt the orgasm rising swiftly. “Oh…Tex…Hunter…please…may I?”
“Hold it.” Tex’s voice was soft in her ear. “Five…four…three…” He paused, and she made a sound that could only be called a squeak. She felt his fingers at her ass; pressure built as one, then two, and then a third invaded her body. He continued counting. “Three…two…one… Holly, come now!”
It washed over her, just as overwhelming as it had been before. More so since Hunter was deep inside her channel and Tex’s slick fingers were buried in her ass.
“Fuuuuckkk…” Every muscle in h
er body locked, clenching and then releasing. She felt the orgasm deep in her belly, in her womb. She heard voices, felt hands supporting her. She felt…love, and tears ran freely down her face. She opened her eyes to see Hunter watching her, and her heart very nearly shattered. She felt Tex’s kisses on her cheek, and she reached back, needing to feel him…to touch him. Maybe this was heaven. She was certainly seeing stars!
When the orgasm released her, she went limp and slid down onto Hunter, gasping as Tex’s fingers left her. She listened to the sound of her heart as it slowed, to the breath gusting in and out of her lungs. And yet, there was still a cock filling her pussy, and behind her, she felt the tip of Tex’s shaft bumping and sliding along the crack of her ass.
When a cool stream of lube slithered down, she jumped, no longer fatigued, no longer sated. Her heart sped up, and goose bumps spread over her skin.
“Lean forward.” She lay farther down against Hunter, offering her bottom to Tex. “You know how this is done?”
She nodded. “Yeah.” Her voice was a scratchy whisper. Had she screamed?
He pressed, and she pushed out, feeling the shocking sensation of her body accepting the invasion. Unlike the plug he’d inserted, he was warm and pliable, and so very, very large. And she was so full already.
Hunter gave a gasp and a groan, and she knew he was feeling Tex’s cock sliding against his. Her mind reeled with the improbability of the whole thing. If she’d been human, this would have hurt to no end! But she wasn’t human, and it felt…wonderful. He pulled out a bit, and she protested, whimpering when he returned to fuck her deeper and harder.
“Someday, we’ll do this again, but we’ll both be in your pussy. Someday…” His voice went too hoarse to continue.
“Someday, when we want to make a baby…that’s how we’ll do it.” It was Hunter who continued his thought. If she hadn’t been so overwhelmed by the dual penetration, Holly would have been amazed at his words and his willingness. For now, Tex was setting a slow, steady pace, holding the other two captive. When Hunter tried to move, the sensation was nearly too much for her. Ass, G-spot, clit—all were engaged and overstimulated. She cried out.
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