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  Did she have a choice? She pushed tentatively

  against his restraining hold, unsurprised when her legs didn't budge. "Uh-uh." He still sounded amused.

  Hot breath snaked between her thighs, his tongue licking its way up her inner leg on a direct line for her pussy. She shuddered but he didn't stop when he reached it, just continued the sweep over her stomach until he latched on her breast, his tongue curling around a nipple and tugging. Within seconds he'd retraced the entire journey, again gliding straight over her pussy.

  "Do you know what I can see?" His tongue returned between her legs, a lazy lick collecting some of the gathered moisture. Her breast heaved at the light touch, and she gasped as his tongue returned, teasing her entrance.

  "I can see a naked woman, her legs held wide, her cunt warm and dripping. For me. For my tongue." He punctuated the remark with a slurping lick up her slit, lifting her butt to get better access. Slightly muffled, he continued. "She's spread over my brother, I can see just how much he's lusting after her, yet he's holding off, waiting…" A finger speared into her cunt. "Waiting until you're ready to take all of us."

  She whimpered, a forlorn little sound in the silence.

  She could feel Rob bending low over her chest. "You're not ready yet, honey. Trust me."

  His mouth descended over her breast, a moist, hot cave that momentarily drew her senses away from the fingers that were rhythmically stabbing into her cunt, accompanied by occasional slurping as Nate did what he'd promised and drank her juices. She could feel liquid flowing from her, damp and cool where his breath caught it, and squirmed in need.

  "Mine." Nate's voice was a deep growl, more wolf than human.

  "Ours," Sebastian corrected above her. She could hear the smile in his voice. "For now."

  She ceased to listen, unable to concentrate on anything other than the three men surrounding her, covering her, teasing her with their fingers and mouths. Sebastian's cock was pushing persistently into her back, and she had to return the pressure. She couldn't help it. And that action pushed her hips upwards, pressing her pussy more firmly into Nate's mouth. Rob was crowding her, almost straddling her to access her breasts, one minute ruthlessly twisting and pulling her nipples until she cried out with the pain, the next soothing and caressing as he kneaded them, his fingers constantly moving.

  "Are you ready yet, babe?" Nate mumbled. A clear picture of his head bobbing between her thighs flashed into her mind. She could feel that luscious teddy-bear hair tickling her, felt his hands holding her legs spread wide. Without opening her eyes, she could imagine the way her view of him would be blocked as Rob bent over her, could imagine how her legs were entangled with Sebastian's…

  "Yes."

  "Honey, if you can answer that clearly, you just ain't ready." Rob nipped the breast he was holding. "I want to hear you beg."

  "Please."

  "Please what?" Sebastian this time. She couldn't hold her hips still, was jerking uncontrollably, and still they teased her. There was no way she could need something this desperately and not explode. She needed them to finish what they were doing.

  Her eyes flicked open and she stared between her legs, watched as Nate lifted his head to look right at her. Her cum was dripping from his chin, smeared on his cheeks. A bolt of lightening flashed through her at the sight. She couldn't think. "Please?"

  "What do you want me to do to you?" he asked patiently, his black gaze unwavering.

  Nate's tongue may have left her, but his fingers were still inside her, aggressively thrusting her closer and closer to the edge of the mountain she was so desperate to freefall off.

  A fractured groan echoed around her, and she realised with a start the sound was coming from her own mouth. "Fuck me."

  "Mmm?"

  "Please fuck me. Please." Her hips thrust helplessly, but her eyes were locked on Nate's face. "Please."

  For a moment, the darkness in his eyes flared, and she saw the wolf staring out at her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  A deft movement of Nate's arms caught Gina's attention, and he ruthlessly took advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration, flipping her onto her stomach and dragging her down the chaise by her legs. Her breath left her in a whoosh, and she found herself staring straight into Sebastian's groin, her forehead resting just above his cock.

  She shut her mouth abruptly but it didn't stop the warm scent of very aroused man wafting into her nose. Her face was held firmly in place by a hand on the back of her head. She couldn't see a thing, but she could certainly feel the velvet-soft skin that sheathed his cock, could feel it twitching as her breath puffed moist air over it. A tiny groan escaped her. It was sooo tempting to just open her mouth, let her tongue flick out, and…

  His reaction was everything she could have wanted. His hips thrust up—just a little—and she could sense him fighting to keep his iron control intact. Her tongue flicked out again, a longer lick this time, and she let her lips close gently over the head of his cock, pulling carefully and tasting the salt as a drop settled into her mouth.

  Looked like it was her turn to play…

  Sebastian's hips jerked again, but she didn't release him. Now she had the power, she was planning to use it. Her mouth worked, her teeth reaching out to grab at his balls. She inhaled as much of him as possible, ridiculously pleased to feel his fingers clenching in her hair. She drew her arms down, wanting to cradle his balls at the same time, but someone held them above her head, pinning them to either side of Sebastian's hips. This time it wasn't a wave of fear that flooded her, but one of elation. It was a challenge, and she loved a challenge.

  Gina listened carefully, wanting to catch every nuance. He groaned, a shattered sound that made her tug more strongly, determined to wring every tiniest reaction from him. She was so caught up in what she was doing she barely noticed Nate rearranging her legs, pushing her up on her knees and anchoring her legs to either side of Sebastian's. She could feel the cooler air brushing at her pussy as her legs were drawn inexorably wider, and couldn't help a shiver when he puffed his breath between her legs.

  Concentrate! She was going to make Sebastian come, no matter what Nate was doing to her. Now she'd tasted the power, she needed to experience it fully. She could already feel the heady rush as his hips ground upwards, pressing her face more securely into his crotch, and when she drew his cock as deep into her mouth as she could, suckling fiercely, his soft cry was enough to send moisture flooding from her cunt.

  Her ass was in the air, swaying wildly in time with each strong pull of her mouth, and she could imagine Nate standing back, watching her going down on his brother. She pulled backwards, until only the tip of Sebastian's cock was in her mouth, her tongue swirling and teasing, before leaning forward and again burying her face between Sebastian's legs as she swallowed as much of him as she was able. Nate's fingers were drumming out a faint rhythm on her ass, and the little vibrations rocked through her, growing to a crescendo by the time they echoed around her pussy. Spread and open, she could feel her emptiness.

  She gasped as something cold and slimy covered her anus, dripping down her crack, across her pussy and, slowly, slowly dripping between her legs. It blended with her own juices but unlike her own cum it was cold, and it stayed that way. Then fingers were kneading her ass, stretching her, probing, and— eventually—sliding inside her.

  A deep blush crept up her chest, the heat flooding her face. It was one thing to imagine it, but another one entirely to actually have someone do it. And it felt…good. Her blush deepened.

  "You're forgetting something." She felt Sebastian lean forward, crushing her face back into his testicles as he whispered in her ear.

  Automatically, she opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but all that came out was a groan as the fingers in her ass slipped out, then returned with more of the cold goop, plunging back in and stretching her further.

  "That's only two fingers, hon," Rob informed her neutrally, his voice seeming to float down from some
where near Sebastian's head. "There'll be at least three—"

  Gina groaned again, a fractured sound of longing as Nate's fingers retreated, leaving her empty. She thrust her bottom up into the air, tempting him to fill her again, to give her more of that unusual feeling. No one had ever shown any interest in her ass before—herself included—and now she desperately wanted Nate. She wanted him taking possession of it.

  "Or maybe even four fingers before you're ready to be fucked," he continued as if he'd never been interrupted.

  "What about me?" Sebastian purred, almost sounding amused at her inability to concentrate on more than one thing at a time. "I thought you were enjoying making me squirm."

  He was right, and it was enough of a reminder for her to nuzzle into him again, inhaling his musky cinnamon scent, and take his cock back into her mouth. She sucked sharply, meaning to remind him who was boss, only to find his hips thrust abruptly into her face, her bottom pushing back under the pressure.

  "Oh." Her strangled cry was muffled, her mouth still full. Despite the shock of having something pushed deep into her ass, she hadn't dropped his cock.

  Sebastian's fingers stroked soothingly through her hair. "There's a price to pay for everything, darling." She could hear the grin in his voice, could imagine the heat in Nate's eyes as he stared down at her, her ass impaled on his cock, and she not daring to move.

  The thought of those eyes, all of them heavy with need, made her tremble. A small movement, but it was enough to sent jets of fire from her ass to her cunt. Her tummy flipped, a queer little feeling that

  had her struggling to catch her breath.

  "Suck me," Sebastian ordered and, unthinking, she did.

  His hips surged forward, her ass flew back, and this time it was lightning that sizzled through her veins as Nate settled even more deeply.

  Nate's voice sounded tight. "It's self-inflicted, babe. You can make Sebastian come, make him lose control. But every time you suck him off, you'll push me deeper into your ass."

  "I wonder who'll be first?" Rob mused, leaning on her hands as she tried to pull them to her sides.

  Gina licked her lips. The challenge had just increased ten-fold and, apparently, they didn't play fair. A tentative stroke of her tongue up Sebastian's shaft had his hips again pushing her deeper onto Nate's cock. Now she could feel Nate's balls resting against her, almost touching her cunt. How much deeper could he go?

  Not much apparently, but every jerk of Sebastian's hips sent the fire racing through her, her breath was ragged, and her cunt was clenching and unclenching in need. Determined to win at all costs, she latched her lips around Sebastian's cock, refusing to give ground no matter what. Eyes screwed closed, she sucked ruthlessly, increasing the suction until his hips were thrusting helplessly into her face, over and over again. Behind her, she could hear the occasional grunt from Nate.

  The weight on her wrists was gone—she felt the tiny breeze as Rob moved around the chaise—but she was too busy concentrating on making Sebastian lose control to wonder what he was doing. A small movement under her bottom as her hips were slightly tilted was her only warning before Rob's tongue swiped slowly along her crack, lingering on her clit. Her hips jerked, Nate pushed deeper, and for a moment she forgot about Sebastian.

  They definitely didn't play fair.

  Then Rob's fingers were spreading her lips, a single long finger inserting itself into her cunt, and his tongue was running trails of cold fire all around her pussy. She shuddered helplessly, the vibrations equally strong in her ass and her cunt. Unable to even think any more, let alone work on Sebastian, she gave up the fight as Rob's teeth came together on her clit.

  Her vision went black, streaks of color racing behind her closed lids as every individual cell in her body exploded, throwing her deep into space. She settled slowly, her brain still spinning with the ferocity of the orgasm and only gradually realised that Sebastian's still-twitching cock was lying limply in her mouth, his cum dripping over her face. And she was slumped bonelessly on Rob's face, his tongue still running lazy circles over her pussy as he licked up her cream, his contented rumbling tickling her sensitized skin.

  She looked up, blinking carefully—cum was even dripping from her eyelashes—but couldn't find the energy to raise her hands to wipe herself clean.

  Sebastian smiled down on her, a slow sexy bending of his lips that had her nerves instantly standing to attention. "I like looking at you like that. Leave it."

  She didn't have much choice; Rob was still licking and suckling, sending aftershocks rattling through her even as she thought about it. She struggled to lift her head, turning to look over her shoulder at Nate.

  The small movement was enough to remind her that Nate was still buried deep in her ass and sending little thrills running up and down her spine. Obviously they weren't finished just yet, but she figured another explosive orgasm like that one and she might never be able to put all the pieces back together.

  Seeming to confirm her thought, Sebastian slipped further down the chaise underneath her, and she could feel Rob's reluctance as he pulled away to make space. Sebastian didn't stop until his face was almost under hers. His cock, already hard again, was nudging the entrance to her pussy, but before she could think too much about just what they were about to do, his hands firmed on her head, steering her face downwards. Then his mouth took hers, stealing her breath and doing his best to kiss her senseless. Gina groaned into his mouth—she'd thought that only happened to the heroines in trashy historical novels, but he was easily proving she was just as susceptible.

  His tongue swirled, painted patterns on her teeth and over her gums, licked traces of his own cum from her lips. She couldn't think, she couldn't move, and it was nothing but a kiss.

  And the fact Nate's cock is still buried in your ass, and Sebastian's about to fuck your cunt…

  A single hard thrust and Sebastian was buried as deep as Nate. His mouth left hers as he withdrew slightly, ramming home again, keeping strict time with Nate.

  Her arms flew upwards, trying to grab at Sebastian's waist. She didn't see how she could possibly survive the sensation as they both fucked her. There was no other possible description; she was being thoroughly possessed, thoroughly fucked.

  "Rob." Nate's voice was a command.

  She felt him beside her but couldn't imagine opening her eyes to see what he was doing. One flailing arm was caught, then the other, and he held them firmly at her side, forcing her to accept whatever Nate and Sebastian chose to do. Her hips rose and fell helplessly. She could feel the blackness swelling, trying to envelop her as they continued, apparently determined to kill her with pleasure.

  "Oh, God, I can't… Please…" She jerked against his restraining hands.

  "Put something in her mouth, would you?" Nate's voice was calm.

  "Gladly." Rob's reply was little more than a murmur.

  What the hell were they talking about? Not a gag? Surely not!

  Gina struggled briefly against them, trying to sit up and finding it only sank both cocks deeper inside her. A scream was forced from her lips as the pleasurepain welled, a distant tsunami waiting to consume her.

  "I don't—" She was cut off as Rob's cock surged into her mouth, pushing past her gag reflex and deep into her throat.

  "My turn," he murmured.

  Shock stopped her struggles. She opened her mouth wider in sheer reaction, allowing his cock to slip deeper still. "Good girl," he approved.

  It wasn't long before he was following their rhythm, his cock thrusting in time with the others as they pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little bit of sanity was trying to make itself heard. She was being fucked by three men.

  Thoroughly. Fucked.

  But she wouldn't have stopped them if she could. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh, their grunts of satisfaction proof of how much they were enjoying her body, the sweet smell of the cum that was drying stickily over her face, the hea
t, the sweat…

  A low growl from Nate, a final thrust from Sebastian, and the wave broke over her head. She was drowning in ecstasy, totally overwhelmed as explosion after explosion ripped through her. From a distance she could feel her entire body shuddering and contracting, gripping the cocks that were still embedded deep within her.

  Then…nothing.

  Gratefully, she fell into the welcoming darkness.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sunlight slanted across the yellow blanket, stopping just short of her face. Her eyes may have been in shadow but her breathing was deep and even. Ten o'clock and she was still dead to the world.

  Nate grinned as he ran light fingers down Gina's cheek. She'd had more than enough sleep—it felt like all night and half the morning—and he couldn't help his smug male satisfaction. He'd done this to her, sated her so completely she hadn't stirred when he'd scooped her up and carried her upstairs. Her eyelashes hadn't even fluttered when he'd arranged her under the covers, careful she wouldn't feel even the slightest bit cold. He'd collapsed in the arm chair in the corner, watching from under hooded eyes, quite sure she'd wake and then…