by Cynthia Sax
“Fuck. I feel you, bear.” Lorcan lowered his head and sucked on Rue’s shoulder.
“I feel both of you,” Rue squeaked, her pussy tight around Ben’s cock.
The big bear grunted, continuing his careful descent. His biceps bulged, his arms shook, and a trickle of sweat coursed down his cheeks, the veins on his forehead lifting. Her cautious mate suffered, strained for her, easing his entry.
“I can take you.” Rue wrapped her legs around his waist, hooked her ankles, and pressed her heels down on his ass cheeks, encouraging him to move faster, ignoring her own discomfort. Her mates were her focus, her top concern.
Finally her pussy lips pressed against Ben’s base. He raised his head and met her gaze, his eyes soft. “You took both of us.”
“We’re connected now.” She rested her palms on Ben’s moist cheeks and nestled deeper into Lorcan’s chest. Their energy flowed through her, the link between them tightening. It was more than physical, more than emotional. It was spiritual, a joining of three lonely souls.
“I’d kill to keep this.” Lorcan cupped her breasts with his rough hands and nibbled on her neck, sending tremors of excitement down her spine. She tilted her head to one side, allowing him access to more of her skin. “I’m never giving either of you up.”
Ben gazed down at his two mates. Rue’s slender form was framed by Lorcan’s bigger body. She appeared dazed, her face soft, her eyes wide. Lorcan’s mouth had flattened into a thin line, his strain palpable. They were both beautiful and his.
“Mine.” Ben brushed his lips over Rue’s. She opened eagerly to him, and their tongues touched, tangled, twined, her mouth as wet and hot as her pussy. He reluctantly broke their lip lock.
“And mine.” Ben captured Lorcan’s lips. Their kiss was savage, his male lover biting down on his bottom lip and tugging, the metallic taste of his own blood filling Ben’s mouth.
Rue’s hands dropped to Ben’s shoulders. Lorcan covered her tiny fingers with his, the two of them holding onto Ben. Rue tilted her hips, and they both slid deeper, their groans echoing in the bedroom.
“I won’t last long,” Lorcan warned, his thoughts mirroring Ben’s.
“Then I guess I shouldn’t do this.” Rue’s pussy walls constricted around Ben’s shaft. He sucked in his breath, and Lorcan hissed. “Or this.” She lifted her hips.
“Be still.” Ben drove forward, pressing her back against Lorcan.
“Fuck, bear.” The lynx shifter bared his teeth, his eyes wild.
Rue laughed and raised her hips again, her legs trembling. Ben subdued her, thrusting deep and hard. Lorcan cursed under his breath and dug his claws into Ben’s shoulders.
When Ben and Lorcan had planned this double claiming, they’d decided simply entering Rue the first time would be enough. Their not-so-fragile human mate, however, had other plans, and Ben wouldn’t disappoint her. He drove down, impaling her on Lorcan’s shaft, and pulled out, drove down and pulled out, his rhythm steady, constant.
Rue panted, her breasts bouncing against his chest. Lorcan hissed, his claws burrowing into Ben’s shoulders. He’d heal quickly, and the pain excited him.
Ben fucked them harder and harder, striving to please them. Rue slammed her small heels against his ass and lifted into his thrusts, Lorcan assisting her. Tremors rolled over her form, her body captured between theirs, her responsiveness pushing Ben closer to the edge of fulfillment.
He gritted his teeth, determined that she came first. She was so beautiful, so theirs, her musky scent filling his nostrils, her pussy juices branding his skin.
“Rue,” Ben pleaded, his restraint frayed. They rocked the bed, the headboard crashing against the wall, wood pounding into wood. A sheen of perspiration covered Ben’s arms. His muscles burned, and his balls ached.
“Please.” Rue’s whimper pulled at his heartstrings. She needed something. He didn’t know what, his brain fried from holding his release back.
“Fuck, bear.” Lorcan’s eyes flashed. “Next thrust, we claim her.”
They’d bite her together. Rue’s pussy tightened even more as though her body anticipated the pain. Ben withdrew to his tip and met her gaze. He thrust hard, rounded his back, and bit the base of her neck. Lorcan bit the other side of her neck, and Rue screamed, clenching down on Ben’s shaft.
Ben threw back his head and roared, driving even deeper into Rue, Lorcan screeched, the sound temporarily deafening him, and they came, flooding Rue’s pussy and ass with hot cum.
Rue bucked and writhed wildly between them, ripping at Ben’s chest with her fingernails, trying to free herself. He would never free her. He thrust two more times and collapsed, flattening her against Lorcan. She was theirs.
Rue squeaked, her discomfort piercing his euphoric fog. He grunted and rolled onto his side, taking Rue and Lorcan with him. Lorcan flung his left leg over their legs, their much smaller human female fluttering between them.
“Fuck.” Lorcan was the first to speak, his voice soft with wonder. “That was worth fighting for.” He nuzzled into Rue’s wild hair.
“Dying for,” Ben agreed.
“Loving for.” Rue smiled sleepily. “This is the best job I’ve ever had.” She laughed, Lorcan grinned, and Ben smiled, contentment shrouding his soul. They’d claimed their mate, and they’d never let her go.
Cynthia Sax
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at [email protected].
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