Her Insatiable Dark Heroes

by Her Insatiable Dark Heroes (lit)

  The feel of her woman’s body as she flipped back and forth, struggling against them... Zotorro wanted to spear into her scent-hot sheath until she screamed her utter exhaustion from his pummeling, and her climax.

  “God. Hell,” Zavier growled. “Her butt is a bun on my cock.” For an instant he stilled to frozen steel. “Wendy.” His brother choked out her name as she tensed, then launched her hips forward, obviously greasing his rod. He barked a sound between agony and ecstasy before rolling powerfully, his shoulder landing on top of her little pale shoulder.

  Lithe as a prairie lioness, she freed herself, her breasts striking Zotorro’s chest and her butt smacking the side of his brother’s face.

  “Next time I’m biting,” Zavier threatened.

  “You bite, I bite.” Wendy twisted toward Zavier, her hand slicing between his thighs. “Watch your balls, boys,” she breathily panted, and briefly squeezed.

  “Damn it, Wendy. That felt too good.” Zavier slammed his palm down on his cock’s head, his features carved with excruciating pleasure and the pain of denying himself.

  “Isn’t that what you want?”

  Seeing his chance, Zotorro clamped his arms around her. She planted her elbow close to his solar plexus, and then writhed out of his grip while avoiding his brother’s serpent-fast snatch for her. Fending off their expert wrestling attempts to pin her, she scissored her legs with determined frenzy. Even though carnal desperation ruled him, Zavier sought to win control without really hurting her.

  Struggling out from under his brother’s crushing weight, her knee struck his cock, and Zotorro grunted with surprised pleasure. Then the pressure of her kneecap sliding up his length caused extreme bliss to jolt his loins. An instant later her inner thigh slapped against his rod. He groaned with more blistering pleasure, and instinctively seized one of her wrists before her fist grazed his face.

  Zavier’s arm shot out, manacling her other wrist. He slammed his mouth over hers, and possessively manhandled the generous curves of her naked body as she lay beneath him. She moaned her fierce resistance and fought their capture, yet her sex fragrance blossomed around them, ripe and flame-wild.

  Flinging his leg over her, Zotorro pinned her ankles while his rod sank into the cushioning swell of her hip. His brute-hard cock ignited into sparks of ecstasy and he groaned harshly. He watched her nipple peak with desire as Zavier kissed her, his passion completely ruthless, his palm feverishly stroking up and down her side.

  Whimpering, she flattened her breasts against Zavier’s chest and their mouths tangled in a rough erotic rhythm. God help him, as their captured woman, she couldn’t have looked more fucking hot, more ready to be ridden long and hard.

  Paradise was primitive, Zotorro decided, and seized her hand from his brother’s grip. He pulled her arms high above her head, pressed her wrists into the thick blanket. Her tangled wealth of hair tickled his torso and was mostly trapped beneath her body. A dark wildness scorched through him and every atom of his being demanded possession of her.

  Ravishing her with both hands now, Zavier growled against her lips. Their open-mouthed kisses became more furiously erotic and even more frenzied when his brother sank his fingers into her hair, anchoring her head.

  Zotorro swung his leg off her ankles, moving behind her. Knocking pillows out of the way, he feasted his gaze on Wendy’s wanton arousal.

  “Pillar,” she moaned against Zavier’s clinging lips.

  “Pillar?” Zavier rasped, and then nipped her bottom lip.

  “Make me, please, please.”

  “Yes.”

  Zavier smashed her mouth with another savage kiss until Wendy struggled to buck her hips beneath his weight. Rising above her, his hands flowed over her breasts, fondling their womanly fullness.

  She keened frantic whimpers and thrust her tits to him. When his thumbs grazed her tall-standing teats, she thrashed her head back and forth, crying out, the sound an ecstasy itself. Sliding his hands over the sharp indentation of her waist, Zavier stroked downward, capturing the extreme flare of her hips. “Wendy.”

  His brother’s growl spoke volumes of his feelings for her. Zavier palmed a caress over her thighs, his thumbs swirling on either side of her mound.

  “Oh, please, make me. Please, make me take you.”

  Zotorro drank her in and wondered if she knew what she’d revealed to them. Her words had bared her soul, as her body was bared.

  Zavier stroked his claim down her perfectly-shaped thighs, his eyes glistening with emerald extremes of dark and light. Gripping her knees, he spread her. For a moment he deeply inhaled the bold raw perfume of her kwim. Then, pressing down on her knees, he positioned himself like a warrior. His cock aimed like a lance, he launched into her. And did not stop. He struck into her relentlessly and rapidly, sinking to the hilt with every thrust of his hips.

  Zavier’s powerful lunges caused her swollen gorgeous breasts to shake, but only her breasts since Zotorro still trapped her wrists. Her face glowed, appearing sublime, as if pleasure owned every particle of her. Zotorro knew her expression and her conquered body would be chiseled into his memory forever. Holy hell, she’d been engraved in his heart forever.

  “Keep giving it to her,” he hoarsely encouraged, feeling his brother’s life force rise with each plunge inside her sweet hole. “That’s it. Give it to her long and hard.”

  Zotorro watched her mound boldly engorge with her ecstasy. His own rod grew to a new ache as Zavier continued claiming her as only a man could claim a woman, his woman.

  Their woman.

  His brother’s gaze remained on her face, passionately spellbound. He rammed his rod into her forcefully, the sound erotically fierce to Zotorro’s ears.

  “Yes. That’s what she wants. That’s what you want.” Her wrists held in one hand, Zotorro swirled his other hand up and down his cock languidly, the sensations riveting, rivaling any euphoria he’d known.

  Zavier grunted. His gaze was suddenly trained on Wendy’s rhythmically twitching mound.

  “Holy fuck,” Zotorro rasped. “Look at her how plump her mound is.”

  His own hips bucked in reaction, his cock spitting.

  “Wendy, God!” Zavier jerked his head up, shutting his eyes. “I’m going to explode.” His neck cords strained to bursting, his teeth clenched tightly. Lunging forward like a stud dragonhorse, he thrust his cock deep inside her sweet hole. He blasted his seed and groaned, the sound harsh and untamed. His orgasm ripped through him, and for an instant his entire body became blue-white radiance.

  Zotorro started with surprise, releasing Wendy’s wrists. Staring, he tried to sense for what had occurred with Zavier. He only knew his brother had healed completely and his life force hummed at an amazing rate.

  “Wendra.” Zavier’s rough voice caressed her. Lowering himself over her, he leaned down on his elbows and tenderly gathered her inside the embrace of his body.

  She moaned little soft sounds of joy, delicately placing her palms on his shoulders.

  With infinite gentleness, his brother placed kisses all over her face.

  “Healed?” she asked. Her hands slipped like gossamer over his shoulders.

  “Healed,” Zavier returned. His mouth touched hers and clung as if he never wanted to let go of her. Yet he did. Stroking the side of her face with his thumbs, he gazed into her eyes for long moments. “I have to go relieve Zion,” he intimately purred. His mouth seized hers, kissing her long and deep. Once their lips parted, he murmured, “I’ll be back later, Wendy.” The strength of his promise could have ruled a world into existence.

  She nodded, sliding her palms from him. Touching his lips briefly to her forehead, Zavier carefully raised himself up, and even more carefully unsheathed his cock from her. After caressing her belly as a lover, he rolled from her then practically leapt from the bed. He didn’t look back as he departed. And Zotorro knew why. It would have been too difficult for him to leave Wendy.

  Lying beside her, Zotorro wrapped strands of
her wildly tossed hair around his hand. She turned toward him, and the soft yielding of her body felt incredible. Nothing had ever been better. Except her. Always her.

  “Do you know what I’m worried about now?” Her voice was close to timid. “Other than the world falling apart even more,” she added. Nuzzling her face against his chest, she affectionately rubbed her nose back and forth on him.

  “What?” Zotorro cupped her breast, fondling her petal-soft nipple with his thumb pad.

  “Because I’m such a slut now, all of you will only see me as that. I won’t be intelligent to you anymore.” A sad lonely rush of breath escaped her lips.

  Zotorro frowned, ignoring the pulsing demand of his rod. “Wendy, you won’t call yourself that again.”

  “What are you going to do? Spank me over that, too?”

  “Maybe.” He caught the back of her head and rolled above her. Focusing on her spectacularly brilliant eyes, instead of how holy freakin’ good his cock felt, he pressed himself against her thigh. “Wendy, you’re telling me Zion didn’t listen to you. That Zent and Zavier didn’t listen, either.”

  “I mean in the future.” The despair in her voice reached inside, gripping his heart.

  “I think you’re too strong to let that happen.”

  “I don’t feel strong. Not at all.”

  He’d seen her vulnerable before, yet never so uncertain.

  “You nearly flamed a hole in my chest,” he joked, then halted a groan of pure need. Gently he stroked the side of her face.

  The glisten of her gaze penetrated, and she searched the depth of his eyes. “Do you want to make me do it too?”

  “You’ve laid a trap, Wendy. For me and for yourself.” Zotorro forcefully shoved his knee between her thighs, and then enjoyed her sharp intake of breath. “If I say yes, it won’t be what you want. If I say no, it won’t be what you want.”

  “Conflict,” she uttered. Her eyes shimmered with fragility. “It feels like the plunge of a knife into my chest.” Closing her eyes, she delicately rocked her kwim against his knee, ferociously teasing his body.

  Lowering his head, Zotorro nipped her tiny lush earlobe, nuzzled her ear, the entire dainty shell, and then bit her lobe again. Her heart tripped swiftly and she moaned. She undulated her sumptuous kwim faster, engulfing his knee. “Wendy,” he darkly sang just for her.

  She arched her hips, seeking the feel of his rod, heavier than steel, and throbbing only for her. Slipping her kwim’s slick lips up and down his cock’s length, she wantonly danced her body beneath him. As she seized his shoulders and sank her nails into his flesh, Zotorro swept his hand over her voluptuous satin thighs and grazed his teeth along the sensitive cord of her neck, nipping.

  Whimpering with passion, she stroked the cleft of her fire-hot kwim over his cock’s head. “Is this what you want?”

  “Hell, yes.” Zotorro bit the tantalizing juncture between her shoulder and neck, and then stabbed his rod into the juicy pocket of flesh below her mound. He groaned and she moaned in concert.

  Loudly whimpering with appreciation, she wrapped her silky exquisite legs around his and rocked on his cock’s head. The feel of her inner thighs and her little thrusts drove him lust-crazy. With his mouth, he stroked up the temptation of her throat, sucking her dainty skin. Her arms wound around his neck, and her mouth met his in a torrid kiss that boiled his blood. His cock stiffened to holy unbelievable.

  After their lips parted, and with their breathing harsh, she asked, “What do you want to do to me?”

  Zotorro answered by impaling her with his cock. His eyelids clamped together, and his entire body felt scalded by bliss. The extreme smoothness and heat of her sweet hole gloved him so perfectly he couldn’t move. Not yet.

  “Wendy.” He didn’t recognize his own raspy voice.

  She clung to him, holding him with the fierceness of her passion and the sweetness of her heart.

  “Zotorro.”

  He heard her love for him. She’d always loved him. That had never even been a question between them. Their marriage had. Now, it no longer mattered. He had her, possessed her as he desired. She was part of his life now. Irrevocably.

  Capturing her mouth tenderly with his, he slid his hands beneath her satiny back. The yielding curves of her body seared the hard planes of his body with a rapture he’d longed for without knowing it. Lunging his cock powerfully, he blended his body with hers in an act that felt more reverent than carnal.

  Yet desire whipped through him savagely, driving the rhythm of his thrusts. Sinuous and lush, her body danced with his, a complete partner. She felt like pleasure’s fire wrapped around him. They mated furiously in the tempest heat before their orgasm. Once they rocketed toward zenith, her flame consumed him internally. The ecstasy flared, leaving him momentarily blind.

  “Yes,” burst from her, once he released her lips.

  They flowed near the summit of bliss, their bodies tightly entwined.

  “Yes,” he echoed. And decided in that purest moment that only their future together mattered. His and his brothers’, and her future with them. Nothing of before—and what he’d learned about his brothers’ desires for her—mattered. It was done and over.

  Now, she belonged to all of them.

  “Floating along the edge of surrender,” she sang dreamily.

  “Princess?” Keeping his rod strong in her, he rolled her on top of him and drank in her pleasured glowing face.

  “How I felt before zenith,” she answered, soft as the chiffon of her dance costumes. Laying her cheek on his chest, she surrendered on him again.

  “You feel like heaven draped on me,” Zotorro whispered to his princess. He brushed caresses over her back, dewy with perspiration from their passion.

  “Mmmm, I feel like heaven. You’ll have to roll me off of you, or I’ll fall asleep. I’m exhausted.”

  Finding the edge of the blanket, Zotorro covered them. “Sleep, Wendy, my fire princess.”

  As she lost herself to slumber, he continued to rub her back. Soon disjointed and chaotic images dominated his mind, prompting Zotorro to review all that had occurred since they’d rescued her. He quickly decided not to spend one ounce of energy on the seeming conflict between the loving tenderness he felt for her now and the bestial lust he also felt for her. Everything was radically different, and his physiology had altered in mysterious ways. Still, his basic nature hadn’t changed. Nor had his soul been compromised, merely enhanced by understanding himself.

  His brother’s footsteps halted at the entrance. “Okay?” Zent asked. For an instant they touched minds, and Zotorro felt Zent’s brutal need to be close to Wendy.

  “Yeah, she’s asleep.”

  “With your rod inducing her sweet dreams, right?”

  Quietly, Zent strode toward the bed, his trademark grin in place.

  “You up to par yet?” Zotorro asked as his brother carefully climbed onto the bed.

  “Almost there. You and I may be needed for dawn patrol. There’s been a rise in hooligan activity.”

  “A reaction to the tornado’s near miss. And an influx of over-stimulating vibes.” Gently Zotorro rearranged Wendy’s hair, then the blanket covering them so his brother could lay close beside her.

  “The Thug Singles will be on the warpath,” Zent agreed. With a weariness Zotorro had rarely observed in him, Zent stretched out, hands linked behind his head. “She helped Zavier heal, didn’t she?”

  “Yes. Do you need her?”

  “Not for that kind of healing. I just need her.” Zent resettled himself, containing his restlessness. “Holy hell, I think every inch of my body is donkey-kicking untamed for her.”

  Zotorro winged his palm lightly over her tumbled hair. “What’s the plan if she doesn’t have enough stamina for all of us?”

  “More of the bad guys go down, my fist smashed into their mugs.” Zent only partially joked. “It could be the other way around,” he seriously offered. “Since she’s altered.”

  “Could
be.

  We’re always in demand. If three of us are off saving Chrontropolis, the citizens, she could be in a world of aching hormones.”

  “No matter what or who we’re fighting off, one of us will have her all to ourselves. Wendy won’t be alone. It will all work out. We’ll make it work.” Zent turned his head, his gaze intense with longing.

  “Any other Super Desperates hanging around right now, trying to steal her away?”

  “No. They could be dealing with clean-up and repair. The tornado winds did a fair amount of city-wide damage.” Zent gently reached out, stroking over her tresses. “Did you use your healing power on her?”

  “It naturally occurred when we made love.” Zotorro swallowed a huge lump of emotion. “It feels odd. To lust for her as much as I want to make love to her.”

  “Yeah.” Zent sighed loud and long. “It’s going to be that way for all of us. Eventually.”

  “All I want to do is keep her safe and take care of her. We should stop at her place after patrol, get her things.”

  “And pick up her costumes as soon as possible. At least she’ll have them when we allow her to dance again.”

  “She needs her own room. Soon.”

  “Do you remember what her room looked like before she left home?”

  “Like it was yesterday.” Zotorro grinned. “I’m sure she’ll tell us what she wants, though.”

  “Yeah, but we’ll score points if we anticipate what she wants.” Zent floated his splayed hand along her covered body.

  “Yeah, brother, you know how to woo and win them.”

  “I’ve always enjoyed being around certain women, beyond man lusts after woman. I like it when they’re happy. I’ll like it even more when she’s happy.”

  “She loves us, or she wouldn’t have used her flame to help us the way she did. It’s her happiness we need to encourage, to bring about, ultimately. Once she’s mastered.” Zotorro yawned, and then watched his brother follow suit.

  Zent’s exhaustion gained ground over the hunger of his loins. Resting his hand on the middle of her back, he shut his eyes. “I love her. She’s kick-started my heart again.”