Blake, Abby - Wild Fascination [A Bride for Eight Brothers 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Abby Blake

  She gasped as he found it, her taste delicious on his tongue as he tormented her over and over. She writhed at the sound of the lube bottle and then Ryan was thrusting his fingers in her ass, preparing her for his possession. Groaning, Mikayla dragged Ty by his hair once more, her leg wrapping around his hip as she offered him her pussy. He quickly shoved the material of his jeans out of the way and plunged into her hot, wet slit.

  Ryan lifted her off her feet as he thrust into her ass. Suspended between them she sighed contentedly and held still for a moment before kissing him softly and issuing a single demand. “Fuck me.”

  Ryan chuckled, but they both did as the lady requested. Thrusting harder, deeper into her body Ty panted as his excitement curled higher. He could feel the walls of her pussy grabbing at his cock, trying to hold him inside her. He could feel Ryan as he thrust in counterpoint, and then he could feel nothing but frantic need as his desire to claim his woman, to mark her as his own, overwhelmed him.

  Grunting with the effort, Ty was barely aware of his brother’s identical noises, but when Mikayla exploded into a writhing orgasm, he couldn’t hear anything but the roaring in his own ears. He pushed into her one more time, and then his cum pulsed from him, the orgasm going on and on. He felt Ryan follow a moment later. With the three of them pressed together panting hard, Ty had forgotten about their audience until John cleared his throat behind him.

  * * * *

  John could barely think past the need to fill Mikayla’s mouth with his cock. Watching Ryan and Ty take her together had ramped his desire far higher than any stupid musk could do. He held Mikayla as Ryan and Ty carefully extricated their cocks and then lifted her into his arms.

  She moaned in delight and nipped at his jaw. “Watch those teeth, princess. I’m about to fill that mouth with something I’d rather you not bite.” She giggled happily, and he leaned forward to kiss her reverently. Whether she was affected by the musk or not she was definitely the perfect match for them all—loving, creative, adventurous, sexy as hell.

  He glanced over at Peter realizing that his brother already had the lube out and was slicking it over his hard cock. John raised an eyebrow at Matt who grinned back, lifted his naked ass onto the low bench, and held his arms out for Mikayla. She crawled onto him quickly lowering onto his cock. John moved to the other side of the bench, nudged his brother so that he lay sort of diagonally across the bench and then tapped his cock against his wife’s delectable lips. She flicked out her tongue, teasing the slit and nibbling the head but she squeaked in surprise when Peter pushed into her ass.

  “Peter?” she asked quietly.

  Peter looked worried, but a moment later his face broke into a brilliant smile when his bossy wife ordered her husbands around once more. “Thank god, now fuck me, please.”

  The three of them tried to build a rhythm but the angle was awkward, the table probably uncomfortable, and John had to keep shoving Matt out of the way so that he didn’t accidentally end up rubbing his balls on his brother’s face. In the end the four of them were so busy laughing that Mikayla’s orgasm took them all by surprise.

  She hummed against John’s cock, sucking him deep, holding him captive until he groaned and gave her his cum. He heard his brothers’ grunts as they plunged in and out of her body, and then they, too, followed their wife into bliss.

  Stunned by the awkward but rather satisfying foursome, John moaned as Lachlan moved to extract Mikayla from the sweaty clinch.

  “Happy now?” Lachlan asked Mikayla. She nodded sleepily, and John watched as Lachlan lifted her against his chest and told her to say goodnight to her husbands. Considering it was only just past midday, John figured that they wouldn’t be seeing their wife at dinner today.

  He watched Lachlan cradle her close and realized that whatever problem had been dealing with since Mikayla’s miscarriage he seemed to have gotten over it. John shook his head. About time.

  Chapter Nine

  Mikayla snuggled into Lachlan’s embrace. She was sweaty and sticky, and stuff was starting to dry in uncomfortable places. She’d never been so happy to hear the shower running in her entire life. Lachlan helped her to her feet and held her hand to balance her as she stepped into the shower stall. She turned her face into the warm water, letting it soothe her from head to foot.

  After a moment she felt Lachlan step in behind her. Relieved, pleased, and already needy for the man who’d denied them both for so long, she turned and wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Little one,” he chuckled as he worked shampoo into her hair, “I just watched you make love to all seven of my brothers. Did you really think I’d be able to resist you after that?”

  She shrugged her shoulders, not willing to admit that she’d actually thought he could. He’d been so strong, so stubborn over the last few months that she really didn’t know what to believe. “Although,” he said on a quiet chuckle, “I think maybe I’ll avoid foursomes. God, I thought Peter was going to fall off the table he was laughing so hard.”

  She giggled at that. It had felt rather strange, considering the man had his cock up her ass at the time, but the orgasm the movement set off had been quite enlightening.

  They fell silent for a moment. “Lachlan, you do know the miscarriage wasn’t your fault, right?” She said the words slowly, not wanting to break the mood but finally feeling the time had come. She needed to know why he’d pulled away from her over the last few months. Lachlan had been reticent to make love to her when she was pregnant, but they hadn’t been intimate at all since her miscarriage.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” he said, not actually agreeing with her statement. He looked so sad that for a moment she couldn’t form words. She’d been fairly certain that his protective nature had made him feel like he’d let her down, but having it confirmed made her ache for him.

  “You were,” she said. He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “What I mean is, you were on the ice planet rescuing Brock. You were exactly where I needed you to be at the time.” He nodded slowly as if he hadn’t thought of that angle. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would’ve been with her if circumstance had allowed.

  “But I’m still sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

  “Okay, how about next time I get pregnant,” she said as she tried to swallow her fear of another miscarriage, “you and the rest of my husbands make sure to stay on the same planet with me.”

  “Deal,” he said in a rough voice as he touched her face with his fingertips. “I love you, Mikayla.”

  “I love you, too, Lachlan.”

  She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and then he eased her into the stream of water, rinsed the shampoo from her hair, and then ran the soap over her back and shoulders. He lowered to his knees taking his time to clean her in ways only a Dom would consider his duty, and then he stood and quickly washed himself down.

  A few minutes later, sitting cross-legged on the bed, Lachlan sat behind her to dry her hair more thoroughly. “I should whip your ass for lying,” he said as he tugged on her hair hard enough to get her full attention.

  “Lying?” she asked in a squeaky voice. It figured that the one time she wasn’t angling for a spanking she would manage to earn one.

  “Yes, lying. Did you think you would fool me, little one?”

  She shrugged not really wanting to dig herself into a hole.

  “Aren’t you going to try and convince me I’m wrong?” he asked as he pushed her forward so that her shoulders and face rested on the mattress and her ass lifted into the air. He ran a warm hand over her bottom, stroking over the flesh he was threatening to whip.

  “Well, I was affected by the musk in a way.” He grunted and leaned over her to laugh quietly in her ear.

  “And how did you figure that, little one.” He pressed his hard cock against her ass, and she had trouble remembering the darn question.

  “My husbands needed help and, well…um.” She moaned
as he rubbed his cock up and down her slit. “Um…I couldn’t leave them like that with three other females about to land on the planet.”

  “I see,” he said, sliding his cock slowly into her pussy. “The musk made you territorial, and you had to fight for your men.” He pulled out and slid back in slowly.

  “That’s right,” she managed to gasp. “I was protecting my men just like you all protect me.” He surged into her pussy, slapping his balls against her skin and then holding still.

  “So the sex with Bryce and Brock who weren’t affected by the musk was what?”

  She felt her muscles flutter around his invasion as she tried to concentrate enough not to admit to her deception. She groaned as he pulled out of her completely and then pressed back in hard.

  “Tell me,” he taunted. “Explain to me how you were protecting Bryce and Brock by fucking them both so hard they could barely move afterward.” He chuckled in her ear. “Tell me how you knew that fucking the others in the lab the way you did would take the edge off their lust.” She groaned as he began pounding into her harder, deeper. She gasped as he ground his cock inside her, pressing her clit hard against the mattress and raising her desire a whole lot higher.

  “Tell me again,” he panted close to her ear, suddenly very serious. “Tell me again how much you love me.”

  Her orgasm started before she could get the words out, and Lachlan plunged into her over and over as his excitement grew. She screamed as every muscle in her body shook with her release. She panted as she felt his cum pulse deep into her body, and she felt tears spill from her eyes when he whispered how much he loved her.

  He pulled his cock from her body and rolled her over carefully. Warm fingers wiped away the tears on her face, and his soft voice pleaded one more time. “Tell me.”

  “I will love you until the end of time. You’re mine, Lachlan Davidson, and don’t you ever forget it.”

  He smiled, leaned over to kiss her softly, and then pulled her back into his arms. They lay quietly together for a moment, but then he chuckled and said, “Don’t think this gets you out of a whipping. You lied to me, little one, so you’ll pay tomorrow.”

  She snuggled closer. She could barely wait.

  Epilogue

  It felt strange to have neighbors. Even on the ice planet that had essentially been an established mining colony, she hadn’t had any actual neighbors. Now they had a second, smaller research station basically parked at their front door. Thankfully the three female medical scientists had quickly identified the chemical part of the creature’s mating musk that affected humans and discovered its effects could be overcome by daily doses of a simple, specially blended multivitamin elixir.

  The women had used so many medical terms when explaining the problem and cure that Mikayla had barely understood a word. Still feeling a little territorial over her men, she’d contacted Tracey, who’d contacted a medical friend, who’d explained that the science behind the discovery seemed solid. So now, Mikayla breathed a little easier.

  It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her men to be faithful, but after seeing them affected by the mating musk, she didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between them and three unattached women. The fact that the women had more in common with her highly educated husbands hadn’t missed Mikayla’s notice either.

  “What is that delicious smell?” Bryce came into the kitchen with a broad smile on his face. She enjoyed cooking, but she wasn’t exactly a master chef.

  “Just pot roast,” she said as he pulled her into his embrace. He still limped on his damaged leg but stubbornly refused to get it fixed. There was a procedure that would easily replace the damaged thigh and hip bone with a polymer implant, but it meant several days in hospital and weeks of physical therapy. Bryce had simply refused to go back to Earth to get it done. Considering what happened last time they were in a hospital, she couldn’t blame him for his reticence.

  “Nope,” he said against her hair, “the delicious smell is far sweeter than pot roast. It must be you.” She giggled as he kissed and nibbled her ear for a moment, but then Matt seemed to grow serious.

  “I’m sorry we didn’t figure it out sooner,” he said as Bryce hugged her closer. “Are you okay?”

  She looked at Matt, wondering how the hell he could think she wasn’t okay. “Matt, I’m fine. More than fine. None of you did anything to scare me. Hell, I was more concerned that my husbands were pulling away, and I didn’t know why.”

  “I can’t describe how intense and immediate the pheromone’s effects were. It was kind of frightening. I’m really glad I wasn’t anywhere near you at the time.”

  He looked so remorseful that she couldn’t decide whether to drag him into a hug or verbally smack him upside the head. The guy not only got a full dose of the mating musk at its strongest, but he managed to stay calm enough to identify and remove the source. It didn’t matter how wild his need for her had been, he’d recognized the symptoms immediately and controlled himself.

  But gentle reassurance never worked with this husband. She eased out of Bryce’s embrace, marched over to Matt, and waved a finger in his face. “Matt Davidson, you are, seriously, the biggest pain in the ass.” The look on his face would’ve been comical if his remorse hadn’t been so ridiculous. Bryce laughed behind her as she said, “Matt, you did everything right, so stop with the guilt already.”

  “Finally,” Bryce said with a laugh, “the voice of reason.”

  Matt grabbed her hand, held it to his heart for a moment as understanding flowed between them.

  “I love you, Mikayla,” he said as he touched her face with the back of his knuckles.

  “I love you, too. Now take me to bed,” she said in the bossiest tone she could muster. Bryce smiled at her words, and after a moment of surprise, Matt grinned also. He winked, lifted her in his arms, and whispered two words, “Yes, ma’am.”

  End of Book 3: Wild Fascination

  To be continued in

  Book 4: Keen Inclination

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Abby Blake prefers to read or write romance over just about everything else—except maybe chocolate. Most days she can be found hurrying to do what needs to be done so that she can curl up with her laptop and her latest bunch of heroes.

  Also by Abby Blake

  Ménage Everlasting: Fire

  Siren LoveXtreme Forever: A Bride for Eight Brothers 1:

  Mikayla’s Men

  Siren LoveXtreme Forever: A Bride for Eight Brothers 2:

  Sweet Captivation

  Ménage Everlasting: Altered Destinies 1: Lost

  Ménage Everlasting: Altered Destinies 2: Runner

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