by Abby Blake
She kicked her legs, giggling like a loon as he managed to tickle the sensitive spot behind her knees.
“I have big plans for you, my mate. Big plans.”
She stopped kicking as his touch moved higher, his warm palm cupping her ass before his finger traced the crease between her cheeks through the soft material of her pants. She squirmed, surprised by how much she enjoyed the firm touch. West carefully lowered her to stand in front of him. She frowned at the very serious expression on his face.
“I get the impression that it’s all been vanilla up until I spanked you last night.”
“Vanilla?” she asked, glancing around West’s big body, glad to see that Eric had followed them into the room.
“He means ordinary sex, nothing kinky,” Eric answered.
“Depends what you call kinky,” she said in a sassy voice, trying to lighten the mood. “Does imagination count?”
West smiled. “Imagination is good, but it doesn’t really prepare you for the reality. A lot of women enjoy reading about kinky sex. It doesn’t mean they want to be tied down, flogged, and forced into orgasm again and again and again.”
Considering the way her pussy clenched at his dark words, she was pretty certain she liked the idea very much. He must have noticed her reaction because he smiled seductively and reached out to push her hair behind her ear.
“I’m going to give you a safe word this time. If at any stage you feel overwhelmed for any reason I want you to use your safe word. Don’t hesitate.”
She nodded, willing to promise him anything.
She glanced again at the man standing in the doorway. Her affection for Eric had grown over time, but those warm feelings didn’t even go close to the love she felt for him now. In the past few days gently simmering emotions had gone on the boil, and she literally couldn’t imagine life without him. The fact that she felt the same for West after such a short time just seemed to fit. It was obvious the two men were close, even if they hadn’t seen each other very much over the past few decades, but there was a camaraderie there that just made things between the three of them feel right.
She was pretty sure that explaining that flawed logic to a medical professional would get her some strange looks, but at this moment she didn’t really care. If pixies were as dangerous as the information stored in her head suggested, then it was possible she wouldn’t live long enough to explain her emotions to anybody. She had here, and she had now, and she wasn’t about to let fear destroy it.
“What’s you safe word, Hannah? It’s best to go with something that you wouldn’t say accidentally. How about ‘red’?” He glanced over his shoulder at Eric, who nodded in approval. “It’s short, easy to remember, and you should be able to get it out of your mouth before the urge to send us flying across the room hits.”
“Hey, I apologized for that,” she said with a giggle. “I didn’t even realize I could do that until some guy came running at me. I was too freaked out by a pixie’s attack and Jed’s bounce tunnel to recognize Eric.”
“It’s okay, honey,” Eric said with a grin. “I’m actually really glad you were able to do that.”
“Me, too,” West added. “It adds a whole new level to the kinky sex we’re about to have.” And then before she could do anything more than smile gratefully at his ability to make her feel relaxed about skills that still freaked her out, he grabbed her hand and buckled a fur-lined leather cuff around her wrist. She sucked in a breath, incredible anticipation unfurling inside her. He quickly buckled the other one on, and then stood back to let Eric lift her simple cotton dress over her head.
Her pussy pulsed as West knelt at her feet, pressed a sweet kiss to her belly, and then dragged her underwear to the floor. His warm hand wrapped around her lower calves one at a time, helping her to lift her legs so that he could untangle the material from her feet. Shivering anticipation grew to earthquake proportions when he buckled leather cuffs to each ankle. Whatever he had planned, it would seem that she wouldn’t be expected to move.
A small sliver of fear wound through her, but a quick glance at her mates quelled the notion before it could take hold. She trusted these men with her life. She had absolutely no doubt they would protect her to their last breaths. She just hoped it would never come to that.
“You’re thinking too hard, Hannah,” West admonished as he touched her face gently with his fingertips. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Relax, baby.”
She nodded, unable to verbalize the thoughts in her head, but hoping her trust for them shone in her eyes. West smiled and threaded his fingers through hers to lead her to the bed. Holding his hand like that felt strangely intimate, and she glanced over at Eric, worried that he’d feel left out. But the grin he gave her was pure sin, so she relaxed slightly even as her breath caught in her throat and her pulse rate increased threefold.
“Have you ever had anal sex?” Eric asked quietly.
“No,” she said, trying not to shudder at the thought. “My rotation on the ER roster was enough to convince me it was best not to stick anything in that orifice.”
West raised an eyebrow waiting for her to clarify that statement. Fortunately Eric explained for her.
“West and I both know what we’re doing, Hannah. If my guess is correct, he’s got a vibrating butt plug in that bag of his. We won’t risk your safety by using a vaginal vibrator.” He grinned as if he remembered a particularly remarkable case on his own ER rotations. “And we sure as hell won’t use anything else, besides our fingers and cocks of course.”
Hannah nodded her agreement. She’d once assisted in a surgical procedure to retrieve a slim vibrator that had literally vibrated its way deep into a young woman’s large intestine. The situation had been life-threatening simply because her husband had let go of the handle, expecting the vibrating toy to stay where it was. Hannah had absolutely no intention of finding herself in the same situation.
West grinned wickedly, reached into the large leather bag, and came up with a strange-looking toy and remote control. It looked a little bit like a vibrator but with a wide, flared base to ensure that it didn’t slip too far into her body. She grinned in approval even as her anus clenched in anticipation.
“Lie facedown on the bed, Hannah,” Eric said with a nod at the pillows. “We want you to relax as much as possible.”
She nodded and did as she was told. “Open your legs, baby.” West gently grasped the back of her knees and helped her to a comfortable position. “We’re going to take this slowly. We need to stretch the muscles gently so that we don’t cause any damage.” He sat beside her and rubbed a warm hand slowly over her bottom. Her pussy pulsed, her juices leaking from her body just from the tender touch. “What’s your safe word, Hannah?”
“Red, Sir.” It was strange how natural it felt to say the word “Sir.”
“Good girl. If you say ‘red,’ everything stops.”
She nodded against the pillow, trying to unlock muscles that were tensing even as they spoke. West must have noticed because his demeanor suddenly changed.
“Roll over, Hannah,” Eric said quietly. She made a sound of disappointment, but did as Eric ordered. He and West quickly grabbed her cuffs and restrained her spread-eagled against the mattress. She tested her bonds, her heartbeat starting to race when she realized she couldn’t move, not even an inch.
“Heads or tails?” West asked Eric with a wide grin.
“Tails,” Eric said as he wedged his wide shoulders between her legs. He ran his tongue up the lips of her pussy, laving over the rapidly swelling bud of her clit. West leaned over her, gently tucked her hair behind her ear, and grinned at the moan she couldn’t seem to stifle.
“Good girl,” he whispered a moment before he took her lips in a devastating kiss. His fingers caressed her breasts, teasing and toying with her nipples, raising her arousal ever higher. West speared his tongue into her pussy, lifting her as high off the bed as her bonds would allow, his large hands cradling her ass as he explored her very, v
ery thoroughly.
Heat spun through her, the multiple sensations swirling and mixing, creating a tempest of desire that could not be contained. She dragged her mouth away from West’s, gasping for air as Eric latched on to her clit and sucked hard. Her stomach muscles contracted, the tendons in her arms and legs pulling tight. “Good girl,” West whispered against her lips. “Come for us.”
She nodded, suddenly desperate to please them. Eric thrust something hard into her pussy, the stretch almost unbearable as her pussy clamped down on it. He pulled it out, rammed it back in, again and again, the suction on her clit unending. She gasped, her whole body pulling taut, every muscle tensing, her mind spinning out of control.
And then heat exploded through her, pounding her from every side, stealing her sanity, her soul, these two men claiming her for their own. She screamed as the sensations went on and on, drowning her in ecstasy, shaking her to her core.
But before she could catch her breath, a second, more intense orgasm rolled over her. She fought against her bonds, the forced immobility adding to her climax, pushing her into exhaustion, easing her into a world of soft colors and fuzzy warmth.
She barely noticed her bonds being removed. West kissed her gently, cradling her close for a moment before easing her onto her side. Completely relaxed and totally exhausted, she let him maneuver her any way he liked, eventually realizing that her legs were tucked together, lifted toward her chest, her ass and pussy completely exposed.
The slippery feeling against her anus actually felt kind of pleasant, the soft plastic of what she assumed was the butt plug caressing her puckered skin. Very gently West worked the toy into her ass, the slow, rhythmic slide and glide strangely soothing. She gasped only once, as the widest part of the plug was pushed past her outer ring of muscles.
“Shhh, baby,” Eric said as he lay down in front of her, caressing her face with his large hands. “It will start to feel good very soon.” She nodded, willing to believe him, surprised a little by how much the plug didn’t hurt.
They lay there that way, caressing her, holding her, reassuring her, as she adjusted to having her ass invaded. She could feel her body contracting around it, the strange urge to suck in her muscles rather confusing. But then West touched the base of the plug, and liquid heat burst through her veins.
“That’s it,” Eric said as he watched her face closely. “Feel how incredible it is to have something so naughty make you feel so good.”
She smiled, a small giggle escaping as she realized he was right. There was something dark and forbidden about anal play, yet it only made the experience more amazing. West touched the plug over and over, just gentle touches, the pressure setting every nerve ending alight again and again.
He eased a hand under her thigh, lifting her leg so that her pussy was exposed to Eric’s fingers. He quickly took the hint, caressing the slippery flesh as they worked her into a frenzy once more.
Almost frantically, Eric pushed her other leg into a straight position, and then half rolled, half dragged her onto his big body. West helped her move over Eric’s cock, supporting her as she sank onto his hard length. The fit was much tighter, the muscles in her ass contracting more frantically as heat burst in her midsection. She gasped, almost exploding into orgasm as West slowly eased the plug from her ass and then thrust it back in. Together the men built a rhythm, Eric sliding in as West pulled the plug out and then West pushing the plug back in as Eric lifted her slightly and eased away.
“West, please,” she begged, wanting to feel connected this way to both of her men. He seemed to hesitate, but then she heard the bottle of lube squirt once more. He eased the plug from her ass, even as he shuffled across the bed, pushing Eric’s long legs out of his way and easing Hannah’s even wider.
The first touch of his cock was like heaven. It felt so incredible to be held in Eric’s arms, his cock deep inside her pussy, West’s cock about to press into her ass. Again he took his time, easing only the head into her ass before pulling back and then easing in a bit farther. He worked his way in, finally sliding all the way so that his balls rested on her ass cheeks.
Heat swelled through her, but it was the spiritual connection that caught her by surprise.
Chapter Six
West groaned as Hannah’s ass tightened around him, her orgasm so incredibly close that he almost didn’t dare to move. Eric seemed to be grinding his teeth, barely holding back his own release. It was an incredible feeling to be poised at the precipice of something so truly amazing. He closed his eyes and savored just one more moment.
And then he let himself go. He tried to take it slowly, build the pace gradually, but soon he was pounding into Hannah, groaning as she squeezed his cock as her explosive orgasm began. Unable to hold back a moment longer, he pulled out, slammed back in, did it again, over and over, taking his woman, claiming her, marking her with his seed.
Cum burst from his cock, the orgasm unlike any other he’d ever known. Somehow more frantic, more exhausting, more exhilarating than anything else he’d experienced in his life.
“I love you, Hannah,” he whispered, knowing it was too soon, but saying the words aloud anyway. She was still panting, still trying to catch her breath, but she nodded, hearing his words, yet not returning them. Fear streaked through him when he felt her shaking, the movement too violent to be the aftermath of orgasm.
“Hannah?” Eric asked, concern for their woman very clear in his voice.
“Baby, talk to us. Tell us what’s wrong. Did we hurt you?”
She gulped a watery half laugh. “No,” she said very clearly. “No you didn’t hurt me.” She took a faltering breath. “I…I…”
On the verge of panic, West went to withdraw his slowly softening cock, but she wrapped an arm behind her and held him to her, a soft cry escaping her lips as she whispered the word “no.”
“I love you, too.” And then as if she worried Eric would misinterpret her words she added quickly, “I love you both.” She half laughed as the words escaped her lips. “I don’t even know if that’s possible,” she whispered, her voice filled with confusion. “Hell, my life has been a mess for so long now I can’t even be sure I’m not delusional. How can I trust my own heart, when I can barely trust my own eyes?”
“It’s okay, honey,” Eric said, glancing at West with a concerned frown. “We don’t have to make any decisions just yet. Let’s just relax and enjoy being with each other.” West nodded, hoping that he hadn’t ruined everything with his premature declaration of love. “We’ll take it a day at a time and let the future sort itself out.”
“Okay,” Hannah said in a shaky voice.
* * * *
“Incoming,” West warned his team as the security wards started flashing once more. If this was more pixies, it was the third attack in as many days. It was becoming a ridiculous situation. Each day a pixie attacked. Each day they incinerated her and, before she could re-form, glued down her ashes. What it left them with was a doll-size flying pixie who fit quite nicely into a glass jar.
It was great to finally have a defense against the unstoppable assassins, but how many jars would it take before the pixies either gave up or found a way to counter their defense? They didn’t even know how the damn creatures had found Hannah. The thought that there might be a traitor in their midst was a very uncomfortable one.
“I’ve got her,” Brody reported over the communicator, the sound of a spray can very clearly heard in the background.
“Me, too,” Alex said in a tight voice. “West, call Benjamin. The little buggers are coming in pairs now.”
“On it,” West said as he glanced at Hannah. He dialed his cell phone even as his anger churned more violently. Eric held Hannah in his arms, but it was obvious that she was terrified. Ironically, the terror wasn’t for herself, but for the men and women who were outside protecting her.
They needed to find a solution before someone really did get killed.
Benjamin answered on the second ring. “Agai
n?” he asked, already figuring out the reason for West’s call. West didn’t want to frighten Hannah any more than she already was, but his CO needed to know the full details of the attack.
“They sent two this time, Ben. We really need to find a permanent solution.”
“Agreed,” he said grimly. “Any ideas?”
“Actually,” West said, trying not to give too much away over the phone, “I might.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
* * * *
Eric wasn’t certain he was hearing all of the words correctly—West and Benjamin were speaking very softly—but the words “Hannah” and “bait” seemed to appear in the same sentence.
“Absolutely not!” he growled, trying hard to hold on to his temper. Hannah had only just stopped shaking from the last attack. There was no way he was allowing her to be used as some sort of bait to draw in her would-be killers.
West grimaced at Eric’s angry words, but it was Benjamin who moved to explain.
“We will make sure she’s protected. Eric, we have to bring an end to this. They’ll just keep sending more and more assassins until they get lucky. They haven’t found where we’re hiding Amber and Kristen yet, but it’s only a matter of time. If they try to hit all three safe houses at once, we won’t have the manpower to protect everyone. We need to bring this to an end, now.”
“But Hannah—” Eric started to say, but West cut him off.
“Hannah will be far safer than she is right now.”
“It’s okay, Eric,” Hannah said in her usual calm voice. “I want this over with. If dangling me out as bait will ensure the safety of the people around me, then I’m willing to do it. Anything has to be better than sitting here waiting to find out that somebody died protecting me.”
“Hannah,” Benjamin said, stepping closer to the woman Eric and West loved more than life itself, “this is what we do. None of my squad would ever regret dying in the line of duty.” He gave her a warm smile. “They’d be pissed that they failed and ruined their perfect service record, but they wouldn’t regret dying so that others may live. It’s what we do, Hannah.”