by Lauren Dane
“Oh!”
He shoved her shirt down to her wrists and twisted the material to hold her there.
Her clit swelled, hardening as her cunt slicked. The next sound she made was gut deep.
He kissed her collarbone, and when his hands were back to pop her bra open, spilling her breasts into his waiting palms, she knew somewhere in her head that Vincenz now held her hands captive.
She drowned in the sensation.
Julian dragged his thumbs back and forth over her nipples as she looked down her body to watch. As if it were happening to someone else. Someone very lucky.
“I saw those when you stripped the other day. You were so vexed at us that you gave no thought to me standing there in the bathroom. I’d dreamed of them, of the dark pink of your nipples when I’d catch their shadow through the material of your nightdress.” Vincenz kissed her ear, sending her into overdrive.
“Tits like these make a man grateful each day woman was created.” Julian underlined that with a pinch and tug of her nipples.
“I thought I was imagining it.”
Julian paused and raised a brow. “Imagining how amazing your breasts are?”
She managed to find the humor in that statement. “No, silly. The way Vincenz looked at me. I thought I was projecting.” And she’d given herself a talking-to about how she needed to realize they were kind to her like a sister, nothing else.
“At first it was … paternal perhaps? You were hurt and we wanted to protect you. And then it changed. Changed as you got stronger, as we got to know you, as Hannah the woman began to show herself. Then it became harder and harder to resist your beauty.” Julian kissed her again, and she sighed wistfully when he pulled back.
She was glad they lost their willpower to resist. There was something incredibly empowering about their desire. Knowing they were so protective, it meant they judged her strong and healthy or they’d never have allowed themselves this with her.
“Why is she wearing pants?” Vincenz asked Julian, looking over her shoulder. Julian stretched and met Vincenz with a kiss. A kiss so very close to her face. If they hadn’t been pressed against her, holding her wrists, keeping her in place she might have simply floated away at how ridiculously sexy it was to have them do this. She heard everything—the scratch of beard against beard, the sounds, oh, gods, the sound of lips meeting lips, of tongue sliding against mouth and tongue, the soft huff of a groan when the kiss broke.
“You’ve got her hands bound, Vin.”
“Ah, well, then let me help with that.” Again she was spun, this time with Julian holding her wrists as Vincenz dropped to his knees. Her heart stuttered as he pressed a kiss to her belly and then pulled her pants from her legs.
It wasn’t as if she was a virgin. Or that she was a delicate flower when it came to sex. But two men seemed enough out of her normal range. Add to that the way Julian held her wrists, keeping her bound and making her like it, and she was sure she’d lost her mind.
She laughed at that. Vincenz looked up at her as he pulled her panties down, leaving her as naked as he.
“Laughing is an unexpected reaction to a man on his knees before you.”
Hannah bit her lip. “It was a silly thought about my sanity, not about your very adept sex moves.”
It was his turn to laugh at that. “Adept sex moves, eh?” He pressed a kiss to her mound, right above her labia and she saw stars as she gulped in a breath. He hadn’t even touched the good parts yet and she was gasping and seeing stars. This when she couldn’t even make herself come in the shower.
She worried then. What if she was horrible now? What if she could never come? Ever again?
“What’s the furrow between your eyes, gorgeous?” The breath from Vincenz’s words brushed against her pussy, testing her worries a little.
“Nothing.”
His cock was so hard it stood and tapped his belly. She could see the smear of come at the head. That’s what she should concentrate on, not a bunch of stupid what-ifs. Even if she couldn’t come, she’d have this with them. Orgasms weren’t the only point of sex.
“That’s not a nothing face.” Vincenz bent to brush a kiss over the inside of her knee, sending gooseflesh over her body.
“What?”
Julian’s laugh in her ear made her lose her thoughts even more. “He does that to me when he’s on his knees too. It’s hard not to get befuddled with a man like Vincenz naked and focused on making you feel good. But that doesn’t mean we don’t want to know about what it is you’re bothered by. Is it this? Too much?” He let go of the shirt and her wrists, and she made a sound of loss.
“I don’t think that was it, Julian.” Vincenz kissed her inner thigh.
Her thoughts burst apart like birds taking flight. “I don’t want to talk about it. This is fine. I like this. A lot. I promise.”
“You like it when you’re bound?” He slid his palms down her arms and cuffed the wrists. His hands were huge and so very strong. She shivered, licking her lips.
And nodded. Why lie about it?
“I like it too.”
“So what is it?” Vincenz gazed up at her, filling her with unbidden tenderness. She was off balance. Far too flustered to make up a reason, annoyed that her worry at making up a reason seemed to have sent that building pleasure back from the edge she’d been on, she huffed a frustrated breath.
“I said it was nothing. In case you’ve forgotten how women are, when we don’t want to talk about it, we get frustrated when you push and push like the … pushy creatures you are.”
Julian sent an amused look to Vincenz.
“Fair enough.” He tightened his hold of her wrists and she sighed, losing the rigidity in her spine. Good.
She could keep on thinking they would let her get away with being upset without letting them help. But she’d come to learn that she was important to some pretty bossy men. Men who liked to fix things for people they cared about.
“I think you should spread her legs wider and eat that pussy,” he murmured to Vincenz before he bent to kiss her shoulder.
Vincenz leaned in close and nuzzled her pussy with his lips, and she shivered in Julian’s hold. It was an unbelievably sexy sight. The curves of Hannah’s body against his. The perfection of her breasts, the flare of her hips, the darkness of her hair against the pale softness of her skin—magnificent.
She was everything he found beautiful about women. Including the way she responded to being restrained and bound. The way she yielded. He tightened his grip at her wrists and she went all pliant. Beautiful.
With his free hand, he tugged and rolled her nipple, all while he feasted on the sweetness of her neck and watched Vincenz with his face buried in her cunt, devastating her.
Devastating Julian too.
“Take her weight a little. Lean back.” Vincenz spread her open wider, pulling her thigh up onto his shoulder and dove back in, leaving Julian to lick his lips.
“I can see his tongue on your clit at this angle. Open your eyes and look at him.” Though his tone was gentle, it wasn’t a request and she didn’t take it as one. The blood in his cock thrummed as they both watched Vincenz. Took in the way he fluttered his tongue against her, the way his fingers dug into the muscles of her thighs and ass.
Her eyes, which had been sleepy and half lidded, widened and then she arched, pulling against his hold. He took note of her features. No fear. No panic. Pleasure glossed her eyes; her lips parted on a groan he felt as though it vibrated through every single cell and straight into his gut.
She came hard, so hard. It went on until Vincenz pushed her into another climax and she went utterly boneless.
Vincenz’s smile was smug, Julian noted, as they helped her to the bed where Julian spread her out like a feast. She was soft then. Her features unmarred by the lines of concentration she often wore.
Until she started to cry and both of them moved to her quickly.
“What? Did we hurt you? Oh, gods.” Julian hated himself then
for rushing. He shouldn’t have pushed. It was too soon for her. Obviously after what she’d endured. How could he have been so selfish?
She shook her head, covering her face with her hair and her hands. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
“We rushed you. I’m sorry. We wanted you so much and it was stupid. I’m sorry.”
She sat up then, taking each of their hands in her own. “No. It’s not you. Not either of you. Not in the way you think. I … it’s that I wasn’t sure I could anymore. Come.” She searched for more words but shook her head again.
Julian took his shirt off and got on the bed. Satisfied with the way her gaze lingered on him. “Why didn’t you say?”
“Huh?”
It was Vincenz’s turn to laugh. “You’ve captivated her with your body, Julian.”
How they managed to make her feel included while still sharing their connection she wasn’t sure, but she was glad for it nonetheless.
She lay and looked up, watching the two of them, so very dominant and yet totally different. It was exciting and sexy and though she’d come twice as it was, she wanted more of them.
“I like the way she looks in our bed.” Vincenz spoke as he slid in beside her.
“I do too.”
“You’re not naked.” Vincenz pushed Julian off and rolled on her himself. She smiled up at him as her thoughts slid away and she let herself feel.
So many times during her day she had to concentrate so hard, work so diligently to keep herself together. But with them, with this there was no need for that. She dove in and let herself experience. The roar of confusion eased into a hum in her belly. Warm.
“Hey!” But Julian’s tone wasn’t truly angry. He stood, quickly divesting himself of the rest of his clothing as Vincenz teased her with the head of his cock.
“I took care of the preliminaries earlier you see. Prepared as my teachers used to say.”
Julian jumped back to the bed and, laughing, pulled Vincenz into a kiss that she watched, breathless.
“Villain. You’ve already been in that pretty pussy. I want my turn.”
Vincenz rolled so that she was on top. Julian moved behind her. “Perhaps if she gets her mouth on your cock, I can make myself useful elsewhere.”
At the same time?
“I don’t know if I have the skill set for this.” She turned her head to find Julian close.
“The skill set to let two men worship your body and make you feel pleasure? Do you think you could learn it? If, say, we practiced a great deal?”
Julian Marsters really was incorrigible. Irresistibly so.
“Perhaps.”
He grinned and things tightened low in her belly and elsewhere.
“May I?” she asked Vincenz.
“Anything and everything. What is it you’d like me to give you permission for, beautiful Hannah?”
She wanted to learn him. To touch and kiss and explore.
“May I touch you?”
He took her hand and put it on his chest. “Please.”
“On your knees,” Julian said low, his breath stirring the hair at the base of her neck. “I’m going to put my cock in you like I’ve been dying to.”
He helped her into just the position he wanted her in, which left her leaning on Vincenz. Close enough to kiss and touch just as she’d wanted.
She kissed across his chest, rubbing her face against him, loving the bristle of the pale hair on his belly.
Vincenz took her hands as she scooted down to kiss over his belly and along the trail of hair leading to his cock.
“Oh, no. Don’t close your eyes, Hannah. When my cock is in your mouth, I want your gaze on me.”
Oh. Julian had been the more verbally dominant until that moment, but she certainly had no complaints about this new development.
Gaze on his face, she grabbed his cock at the root and angled it. “I want to look at it. I can’t look at it if I’m looking at your face.”
Julian, who’d been kissing down her spine, paused to nip the flesh at her hip. “She’s got a point.”
“Look your fill.”
Vincenz watched her as she held him, nuzzling the crown with her mouth, licking and pausing to study his reaction. He was pretty sure he’d expire before she got down to business, but also fairly convinced he’d go out a very happy man if that was the case.
And then her gaze locked with his as she took him into her mouth fully.
Julian had leaned out to watch, the voyeur he was.
“Gods above and below, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything so sexy.”
Vincenz agreed. Her mouth on him, her gaze on him, her body on display for both men. Unbelievable is what it was.
“From my angle I’d agree. The two of you above me reminds me of what a truly fortunate man I am.”
She whimpered as Julian moved back, Vincenz assumed, to put his cock inside her inferno-hot cunt.
“So. Damned. Tight.”
Her moans and whimpers around Vincenz’s cock would have been sexy enough, but when Julian began to thrust, she moved forward on Vincenz, changing her angle. His balls crawled up into his body.
He’d had a threesome before. Twice. Never with a man he’d had as a lover. Never with a long-term female partner either. It had been exiting, tiring and messy, but he hadn’t regretted it either time. But this was different. This was … he struggled to think as her mouth, hot and wet swallowed his cock over and over as Julian fucked her so hard her breasts swayed, her nipples burning against his thighs where she crouched above him.
This was more.
Julian had given up pretending this was a onetime event. Or that it was only a physical thing between the three of them.
Her cunt fit his cock like it was made for him. Slippery and so hot he tried not to lose his mind and come before he’d been in her a few minutes.
That she’d been afraid she’d never be able to come again had made him sad. Brought the urge to make her come at least once a day now, to remind her she wasn’t in that cell anymore and that he and Vincenz had more in store for her. Something better and bigger and filled with more pleasure than she’d ever had before.
Julian couldn’t tear his gaze from her mouth on Vincenz’s cock, or of the look on Vincenz’s face as he looked down at her. Her pale, dark-haired glory against Vincenz’s sun-kissed skin and golden hair made Julian quite sure he was having the best time of his entire life right then.
“Yes, yes, that way. Deeper, you can take me deeper. I know you can.”
Hannah’s cunt squeezed him so hard Julian thought he might end up blind. “I think she liked that part, Vin.”
She not only seemed all right with being dominated, she responded in ways Julian could trust far more than her verbal assurances. Her pussy told him she got off on it. Her pussy wasn’t going to worry about hurting feelings.
At that last sign, he leaned to where his pants had landed, grabbing his belt quickly. The groan she made as he slipped the leather against her skin, wrapping the length of his belt around her upper arms shot straight to his cock. Her inner walls fluttered around him in response to the belt.
He tugged to pull her up and she lost her balance.
“Let him take your weight. Trust him,” Vincenz crooned.
“Trust me to always take care of you,” Julian said as he tightened the belt.
She let go then; Julian felt it in her muscles, trusting him and giving over totally.
Vincenz let out a snarled groan, his head whipping from side to side until he stiffened and came.
Julian then leaned his upper body back, tugging on the belt, which accentuated the curve of her back as he changed his angle, getting in even deeper.
“My hands are busy, Vin. Help Hannah out. I want to know what it feels like when she explodes around my cock.”
Vincenz extricated himself carefully and moved down the bed. First kissing Julian and then as he settled on the mattress, he kissed Hannah long and slow until she was all soft and bon
eless again.
When Vincenz found her clit, he swept down to her gate to gather some of that juicy sweetness and back. Over and over, each time he moved back, he dragged his blunt nails down Julian’s balls.
“She’s close. Me too. Give us another, Hannah. Come again.”
“Can’t.” She groaned.
“Oh, you can and you will because I want you to.” Vincenz licked over the swell at the side of her breast. “Because Julian wants you to. Come around his cock, beautiful Hannah. Do it because I say.”
She whimpered and then went stiff, her muscles locking and squeezing around him so hard he had no choice but to finally let go and come. So hard he saw stars against his closed eyes. So hard his head swam as he made his way to the bed, Hannah between them, lazy and satisfied.
As it should be.
Chapter 10
“Roman, do stop hovering.” Abbie said it affectionately as she looked down at Mera, who blinked up with a sweet, toothless grin from her perch on their bed.
“She’ll fall.” He wasn’t actually worried about that. His wife was as competent at mothering as she was everything else. But he liked this new interaction between them. This new journey they took as parents.
“I’m changing her nappy. She’s here with one of my hands on her belly in the middle of our gigantic bed. I promise to do my best to not toss our daughter from the balcony or dip her in hot oil.”
She bent and blew a raspberry on that sweet, soft belly and Mera pumped her little arms and legs, delighted. This precious baby girl with her father’s eyes and the cant of his mouth. The rest was all Abbie though, which filled him with joy.
“I’ve done this before, you know.” It amused him to rankle her, so he did. It was easier to think about that than the war.
“Go on and meet with Wil and Daniel. Mera and I are going down to the gardens to play with Corrin.”
“Stop stealing this baby all for yourself.” Daniel strolled into the room and headed straight for Mera, who he picked up ably, dropping kisses on her face. “Hello, my beauty.” He even straightened the little dress Abbie had put her in.
“Stealing? I get to hold her less than you do. You have your own home and yet I keep finding you in mine.” Roman sent a look to his brother-in-law.