by Jenika Snow
The sound of the poker dropping from one of their grasps filled the room. She kept her eyes trained on the ground because she didn’t want to see the carnage. They helped her to stand and Alric pulled her into a tight embrace. Sam moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her as well. They were nude and the smell of blood lingered on each of them, but the scent of their love for her overrode all of that. Closing her eyes, she didn’t know if this was the end or the beginning.
Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay.
Epilogue
Five years later
Sam ran his hands over her bare ass and gripped her and pulled her closer. The feel of his steely erection prodding her thigh had her groaning into his mouth. Their bedroom door opened and she glanced over her shoulder. Alric walked in, the robe he wore slightly opened at the neck, showcasing smooth, tanned flesh.
“They go back to sleep okay?”
Alric smiled and nodded before removing his robe and stalking towards the bed.
After Clay’s death, Sam and Alric had done everything in their power to make their home hers as well. It had been a tough year for all of them, but when Brayden had been born it was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Looking into her oldest child’s eyes, seeing her eyes reflected back, nothing else in her past had mattered. He may have been conceived in the most horrid of situations, but the baby that had been brought into their world had changed it for the better.
Sam and Alric had been instant fathers. Just thinking about how they’d cherished and loved their son from the moment he’d entered the world had her heart swelling. Two years after Brayden was born she gave birth to a little girl, Celia. She had Alric’s eyes, and boy did that little girl have him wrapped around her finger. Just two months after having Celia she had found out she was pregnant again. When Harrison was born she knew instantly that Sam was the father. The scent of him had surrounded Harrison. She was glad she had been able to give both of her mates a child. Their house was full with the sound of children’s laughter, and that alone was worth anything she had endured in the past.
“Little Celia had a bad dream and I thought for sure she would wake up Bray and Harry, but they sleep like logs.”
“I wonder where they got that from.” She grinned and kissed Alric as he settled in behind her. Their kisses started off slowly and she closed her eyes and just enjoyed it. Sam trailed his smooth, yet firm mouth along her jaw. Alric moved his mouth along the nape of her neck. Both of their erections were full-blown and the feeling was like a nail being driven straight into her clit.
Not stopping his kisses, Alric smoothed his hand along the crease of her ass, spreading the cheeks slightly and running his lubricated finger over the puckered hole. Sam gripped her thigh at the same time that he moved his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and running his tongue along hers. When he placed her leg over his, a current of air brushed along her sensitive folds. This position wasn’t new to any of them, but it was by far her favourite. She loved the feel of both of their cocks in her, moving as one. It was a heady feeling, one that stretched her wide and filled her completely.
Alric smoothed lubrication over her anus and she stifled the moan that threatened to erupt from her. Thrusting her ass back, she silently begged him for more. She reached between her and Sam’s body, grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. He bit her lip in response then soothed the sting away with his tongue. Sam let go of his shaft and she pushed until he was flat on his back. She straddled his hips, felt the hard length of him part her folds and closed her eyes in pleasure. Alric took position behind her and placed a hand in the middle of her back and gently pushed her forward. Heart racing with excitement and desire, she pressed her breasts on Sam’s chest, felt her nipples harden in response and slanted her mouth on his. He tasted spicy and all male.
Sam positioned the tip of his erection at her entrance and she lifted, giving him easier access. Slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered her pussy on his dick. Both of them grunted in response. When he was fully inside her, he deepened the kiss while he reached behind her and spread the cheeks of her bottom. The air chilled her already slick hole, but when Alric placed the hot, hard tip of his penis at her back entrance, heat exploded inside her. Going just as slowly and gently as Sam had, Alric pushed his cock into her ass. She felt the stretch and burn that always accompanied anal, but the slight sting of pain always led to unimaginable ecstasy.
His thick inches seemed to tunnel inside her forever, but then she felt his balls brush against her flesh and knew he was fully in her. They didn’t move for several long, agonising seconds, letting her body adjust to the double penetration. Then, as if they couldn’t wait any longer either, Alric started to pull out. When just his tip remained he hovered there for a moment then pushed back in. That was Sam’s cue to grip her hips too and he slowly retreated. Over and over they tormented her. When one would pull out the other would push in. She was never empty.
“So tight and hot.” Sam sounded out of breath and sweat glistened on his forehead. Alric grunted behind her and tightened his hold on her waist. She was close to coming, what with the root of Sam’s shaft bumping her clit and the head hitting her G-spot. Alric’s cock in her ass gave her even more pleasure as he stretched her to the point of pain then swivelled his hips to apply just the right amount of pleasure.
“It’s so good. So good.” She panted and rested her head against Sam’s neck, breathing heavily and shaking from the force of trying to hold off the inevitable.
“Don’t hold back, baby. Come for us.”
“Tighten that sweet little pussy and ass around our cocks.”
She didn’t know who had spoken—their voices swirled into one pleasure-filled auditory orgasm. As if their words had been the last straw, she clamped down hard on them and came. She cried out as wave after wave of glorious pleasure washed through her. Alric stiffened behind her, his grunts mixing with her gasps. They pumped into her twice, and on the third time they slammed home, roaring out their release like rabid animals. It was feral and exhilarating, and the fact that she could feel their seed filling her body sent another series of smaller contractions going off inside her. She could no longer support her upper body and collapsed onto Sam’s chest, breathing heavily and feeling his sweat-slicked skin slide along hers. When Alric pulled out of her he groaned and let his body fall next to hers. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her energy depleted but in a good way. His arm was over his face and his chest rose rapidly. Sam helped her off him next, and when she was between them, their arms wrapped around her body, all she wanted to do was sleep. She didn’t care about cleaning up. The fact that their scent covered her, that their cum filled her, just made her feel more possessed by the men she loved. She closed her eyes, feeling satisfied as she drifted off. Knowing that this would be the end result, that this was how her life would turn out, she would gladly endure the pain and heartache all over again.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
As I drove down highway 565 towards my new home, I really should have been more pleased. Getting a great job offer right out of college was a huge accomplishment, and being offered a position with one of the most well-respected advertising agencies in the country should have made me downright giddy. I was happy and relieved that I didn’t have to hunt for a job like so many of my classmates did, but I still wouldn’t say I was happy. I had to relocate thousands of miles to where my new home would be--closer to the firm, but far from everything I knew. Of course it wasn’t as if I had many friends or any real attachment to anyone or anything in particular. I just hated the idea of leaving familiar surroundings and starting over in a new place.
Shifting in my seat, I switched the CD player on, hoping the music would wash away my now-depressing thoughts. Why the thought of starting over was depressing, I really had no clue, but I turned the radio
up and let the sounds of Muse’s New Born carry through my car. I was happy, at least I tried to tell myself that.
I was a grown adult with a degree under my belt and a promising job awaiting me, and if it killed me, I was going to make it work. Humming along to the song, I watched the yellow line flow beneath my tires. I had opted to drive instead of take the plane that my new employer, Cayne & Cayne Advertising, had offered. I liked road trips and I had wanted to see a bit of the countryside. It was a long drive, but it had been well worth it. Now that I was thirty minutes from my new home--the small town of Westerbrooke, Colorado--I actually started to feel excited.
My life hadn’t been memorable thus far, so the twinge of excitement in my stomach made me smile. Maybe those long talks with the college counsellor had done some good. Of course, I had cringed when one of my professors had suggested I speak with Dr Clay. I hadn’t known I needed to speak with someone. I had a 4.0 GPA, and had made the dean’s list. I thought I was doing pretty well. My professor’s suggestion made me wonder if I had just fooled myself into thinking everything was okay, when the problems in my past still haunted me.
I was still a virgin, and to some people it may be a great treasure, to save a virtue that told of your innocence. Of course for me, it wasn’t as if I wanted to be a virgin, but with my past, I hadn’t let myself give up that one thing. Maybe it was also because the right guy hadn’t yet come along. Dr Clay had advised me that in order to get over my past, I needed to start a new future. Losing my virginity was part of that new future. I had been stunned when he had suggested such a thing, thinking it rather unprofessional for a doctor to speak with me about losing my virginity. I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about it all the time, though. I felt that many things held me back from what I could achieve. I knew I had to change how I thought, as well as how I acted. In college it was easy to ‘get laid‘, but my heart wanted what my brain pictured. Needless to say, I didn’t go back to Dr Clay.
My haunted past was what stood in the way of my happiness, I know that, but how could I push my past away? It was easier picturing doing so, in my mind, but my mother’s soft, beautiful face always flashed into my mind, a reminder of why I was already doomed. I had done something terrible long ago, something that had forever changed my life and had made me the near-recluse I was today. I hoped that this move would change all of that, that I would be able to break through my shell and become the woman my mother had always wanted me to be. That was one of my big dreams, if not the biggest, to make my mother proud, even though she was gone.
A road trip was a good time to remember the past, to go through and think about what was important and what didn’t matter. My memories always started the same way. From the time I was a teenager, I had envisioned my ‘knight in shining armour’. I knew he’d be the one to save me from the nightmare my life had become. I can’t even remember how it all started, how his picture came into my mind. I just remember lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and suddenly seeing his face. His hair was so dark, his eyes a vivid light blue. Although I could never distinguish his actual features, I knew he was devilishly handsome. When I started college, my visions of him became more illicit. It was as if my mind had made up what it wanted most, what it needed. His perfectly-honed chest was smooth and golden. His body was like a Greek god’s.
It was on those dark nights in my single dorm room that I pictured him. He would lay me down, so gentle in every move he made. His hands slowly stripped off my nightgown, and ran smoothly and lovingly over my naked flesh. It was in those fantasies that I had lost my virginity a number of times.
I had never spoken of my imaginary lover with to Dr Clay, afraid he would really think I had lost my mind and lock me up. I’m sure he would attribute my ‘lover’ to the need to feel protected, the need to feel loved. It always related back to my past, how I wasn’t loved as a child, but he was wrong. My mother loved me dearly, showed me as much love as a mother could. I agreed with Dr Clay in one respect, though. My dream lover was my protector, and had, on more than one occasion, saved my sanity. Every time I really thought about it, it did seem I was losing my mind, creating a man that fulfilled me sexually, as well as made me feel strong emotionally.
Clearing my mind, I saw road signs start to appear more frequently and knew I was almost to my destination. I was lucky to have found such a nice apartment on such short notice, and was eager to see if the pictures on the apartment buildings website were accurate. I tapped my finger on the steering wheel, trepidation and anticipation bouncing through me. My little Jeep Liberty was packed full of my belongings, as was the small U-Haul I was towing behind my car. The sun was setting, and I enjoyed the shifting colours in the sky.
Finally seeing some civilisation on the horizon, I rolled my window down and let the dusk breeze waft in. As locks of my hair obstructed my view and made me sputter, I was sorry I hadn’t cut it before I left. But I liked my long tresses, and would hate to part with them for the convenience of this car ride. Frustrated, I rolled my window back up and regretted not being able to smell the fresh air.
A sign that Westerbrooke was a short five miles away flashed by me. I passed a few shops, and then came to what looked to be the centre of town. Sitting at the red stop light on the corner of Main Street and Third Avenue, I noted little shops scattered around a square of greenery with lush, well-manicured landscaping. The red light turned green and I made my way through the small town, periodically checking the directions I’d scribbled on a piece of paper.
I had no trouble finding the apartment building, since it appeared to be the only one in the town. It loomed ahead of me as I turned down Jackson Street and then again onto Clearpark Road. The first thing I noticed was that the building looked exactly like its picture on the website. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had secretly feared it would be a flop house.
The tidy red-brick building was located close to everything in town, and like the rest of Westerbrooke, it appeared to be immaculate. The apartment manager had sent me the key to my new home in the mail. Pulling it out of my purse, I clutched it in a suddenly-trembling hand as I made my way towards the front entrance. I was excited, but a little bit of fear coursed through me at the thought of starting my new life.
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About the Author
Jenika is a mother, wife, and nurse. She lives in the too hot northeast with her husband and their two young daughters. Thankfully, he shares her unusual sense of humour and naughty nature, so finding material for her stories isn’t a problem. Along with taking care of their children, they have to keep an eye on Milo and Otis, their spunky cats, and their little Frenchie, Kash.
Jenika started writing at a very young age when her first story consisted of a young girl who travelled to an exotic island and found a magical doll. That story has long since disappeared, but her passion for writing hasn’t.
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