by Leah Brooke
Phoenix’s kiss tasted different than Blade’s, but it made her just as dizzy. Hotter. Hungrier. His fingers moved continuously over her nipple, making her wish he’d remove the binding so she could feel his fingers on her bare flesh. He shocked her by nibbling at her lips, whispering her name before he took her mouth again.
Blade sighed. “So beautiful—and all ours.”
Phoenix lifted his head, staring down at her with narrowed eyes. Frowning, he tugged the material binding her breasts the rest of the way free. “Is this part of making yourself look too young to work for Rose?”
“Y-yes.” Sarah closed her eyes against the pleasure of the fingertip sliding back and forth over her nipple.
The intense heat shocked her, the feel of flesh on flesh nothing short of incredible.
Phoenix laughed softly, bending to touch his lips to hers again, brushing them with his own in a teasing way that made the muscles in her stomach quiver. “There’s no reason to hide anymore. Let’s unwrap you and see just what you’ve been hiding.”
Hawke slid her shirt, still tucked into her skirt, from her shoulders to pool at her waist while both Blade and Phoenix began to unwrap the material she’d used to bind herself. Sliding his hands back up her arms and to her shoulders, Hawke began to softly caress her, urging her to lean back against him. “So soft.” He kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering in her hair. “Our wife.”
Blade and Phoenix worked the material free, leaving her naked from the waist up and completely exposed to a man’s gaze for the first time in her life.
It was scary. Freeing. Confusing. Exciting.
Watching her with hooded eyes, Blade reached out and touched a fingertip to her nipple, moving slowly while watching her reaction. “Look at you. My wife.”
Biting her lip, she tried to swallow a moan at the delicious hunger that increased with every stroke of his finger, but it escaped before she could prevent it.
“Our wife.” Phoenix’s eyes glittered with hunger as he reached out to touch her other nipple with his fingertip, his touch so light, she couldn’t keep from arching against him for a firmer caress. He lifted his gaze to Hawke’s. “If I’d let you talk me out of marrying her, I’d be kicking myself in the ass right now.”
Blade pulled out one of the chairs at the table and dropped into it, pulling her onto his lap to straddle him. “Look at her eyes.”
Sarah lowered her gaze again, knowing that if she let them see how much she liked being touched in such a decadent way, they’d never be able to respect her.
Moving to stand beside her, Hawke lifted her chin, staring down into her eyes. “She’s not afraid anymore. She’s aroused.”
Sarah stiffened, fighting the hunger that grew with every touch. “No! I’m not aroused.”
Oh, God! How could anything feel this good?
Phoenix wrapped his arms around her and bent low, touching his lips to her nipple, tightening his hold when she jolted and cried out. “Oh, no?”
Blade began to work her skirt up, sliding his hand slowly up her leg. “Oh, yes. You are. But, my darling wife, there’s one sure way to find out.”
Hawke bent to brush his lips against hers. “I’m more interested in why she’s trying to hide it from us. I hope it’s not out of fear.” Firming his hold on her chin, he reached down to stroke the nipple Blade had released. “When we know her body as intimately as we know our own, and know what pleases her, she won’t be able to hide anything.”
Sarah gripped Hawke’s forearm, the unfamiliar sensations raging through her so overwhelming she couldn’t catch her breath. She wanted something and didn’t even know what, but she trusted Hawke to know. “Hawke. Please. Help me.”
Crying out again when Blade lifted her and settled her at the edge of the table, she writhed restlessly, grateful for Hawke’s solid warmth closing in behind her. She tried to close her legs against Blade’s slow, wicked caress, but he and Phoenix held her thighs parted wide while he continued to slide his free hand higher.
Keeping an arm around her from behind, Hawke tilted her head back against his shoulder and watched her face while his finger tightened slightly on her nipple. His eyes flared with heat when she cried out and gripped him tighter, a slow smile curving his lips. “You’re ours now. We’ll take care of you. Blade, lift that skirt out of the way. I want to see her pussy while you make her come.”
Shocked that the man who’d been so gentle to her would say such a wicked thing, she looked up at him, stunned at the sharp hunger in his eyes.
Hawke closed his finger on her nipple, sharpening the hunger and making her slit tingle hotter. “You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”
Sarah nodded, swallowing a cry. “Yes. I’ve heard the girls talk—oh!”
Blade pushed the material of her skirt aside, baring her mound. “You’re about to experience some things for yourself. Hmm. Beautiful.”
Phoenix lifted his head, running his thumb over her damp nipple while reaching down to stroke her thigh. “Damn.” His gaze lifted to hers briefly before settling on her slit again. “Such a pretty pussy. Let’s pet her and see if we can make her purr.”
“Oh, God!” Her body screamed with hunger, every touch much more intimate and arousing than she’d anticipated.
She’d never have imagined that this kind of pleasure existed.
She’d never have imagined that she’d ever allow herself to be touched this way.
Still, she wanted more, and fought to hide it, a fight she feared she couldn’t win.
With a groan, Blade sat in the seat in front of her and pushed her thighs wider, spreading her legs and pulling her forward until her bottom rested at the edge of the table. “I want to see her better.”
Hawke moved to support her back, his hands covering her breasts. “Push her knees back, but be gentle with her.”
Phoenix gripped her left knee and pulled it back, while Blade did the same with the other.
With his eyes steady on hers, Blade ran a finger through her slit. “You’re soaking wet, darlin’. You still want to try to convince me that you aren’t aroused?”
Mortified, Sarah looked away, only to have Blade turn her face back to his.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s supposed to happen. It means you like the way we’re touching you.”
“I can’t. I’m not supposed to like it.” Her stomach tightened at the thought that she could be just like her mother.
Hawke tightened his fingers on her nipple again, the shock of need to her slit making her jolt. Sill, Hawke held her steady. “We’re your husbands. There’s nothing wrong with letting us touch you this way. You’re not sharing your body with everyone. Only us.”
Blade touched her between her thighs again, using his finger to caress her slit, the sensation so alarming that she arched and reached for Hawke again. “Oh, God!” She tried to close her thighs, but Blade and Phoenix held her knees firmly pressed wide.
Blade made a sound in his throat, a crooning sound that vibrated over her skin as he slid a fingertip into her. “Easy. I won’t hurt you.” His eyes narrowed, his expression hard as he pushed at something inside her, creating a burning sensation that had her crying out again and grabbing at Hawke. “She’s still a virgin.”
Hawke’s voice lowered again, becoming soft and silky. “Easy, Sarah. He’s only using his finger to explore you a little. Tonight, when we go to bed, my cock’s going there.”
Her pussy clenched on Blade’s finger, making it feel even tighter. “It burns.”
Blade said something low under his breath. “It’ll only hurt the first time.” He slid his finger free, lifting his gaze to Hawke’s. “She’s so damned responsive. I’ve got to taste her.”
Phoenix ran his hand up her thigh and under her, his fingers clenching on her bottom as he lifted her. “Do it. Make her come. I want to watch her. While she’s aroused, I’m going to see if she’s just as responsive somewhere else.”
Blade stood, his gaze hold
ing hers for several long seconds while he caressed her folds. “I’m going to use my mouth on you. It won’t hurt. As a matter of fact, it’s gonna feel real good.”
With Hawke’s hands on her breasts, his fingers dancing over her nipples, Blade’s attention to her slit, and Phoenix’s fingers firm on her bottom, Sarah didn’t know how long she could attempt to appear unaffected.
Supporting her weight, Hawke focused his attention on her nipple, his eyes unreadable. “I’ve got her, Blade. Go ahead.”
Sarah sucked in a breath, the sight of Blade lowering his head between her legs making her heart beat so fast so thought it might burst. “Oh, God!”
The first swipe of his tongue over her sensitive flesh felt so raw and wicked that she couldn’t help but cry out and try to jerk away, but Hawke’s hold kept her in place.
To have such a private place on display and touched both thrilled and alarmed her, the pleasure so intense she fought it.
Blade concentrated his attention on an extremely sensitive bundle of nerves that had her bucking on the table, her cries filling the cabin.
She’d lost the fight, but didn’t care. It felt too good to be touched this way—every slide of their fingers building the pleasure to a point she didn’t know if she could bear.
She wanted it to go on and on forever.
The feeling of being wanted—of being cherished for the first time in her life—brought a lump to her throat.
They wanted her, but they made her feel special.
Phoenix gripped her bottom, the caress of his finger over her bottom hole taking the raw sexuality to new heights.
She fought to escape it, but their firm hold and the pleasure of Blade’s tongue made escape impossible.
Blade slid the tip of his tongue into her pussy opening, the carnal act almost more than she could stand.
Hawke groaned from behind her, tilting her head back again. “So sweet. So giving. Taking her virginity will be a great honor.”
Sarah opened her eyes to stare into Hawke’s, holding onto him—the only solid thing in her world.
A strange pressure continued to build inside her, and she shamelessly writhed on the table, desperate for something that remained just out of reach. “I can’t stand it. Please. Something’s happening.”
Hawke’s eyes narrowed to slits, his jaw clenching as he tugged at her nipple. “Let it happen, little one.”
Phoenix lifted her knee higher and adjusted his hold on her bottom. “Easy, honey. Don’t be scared. If I’m right about you, it’s going to feel good. If it doesn’t, I’ll stop. I promise.”
Sarah sucked in another breath, shaking even harder at the feel of the tip of Phoenix’s finger pushing into her bottom hole.
“What are you doing? Oh, God!”
The slide of Blade’s tongue on her clit had to be the most incredible pleasure in the world, the pleasure made even sharper by the feel of Phoenix’s finger moving just inside her forbidden opening.
Without warning, the tingling heat and pressure exploded in a shower of tingling sparks that seemed to shower her in sensation.
Her body jerked, shaking so hard that it scared her. “Hawke!”
Hawke’s eyes flared, the heat in them mesmerizing. “I’ve got you. We’ve all got you. Your clit’s very sensitive, Sarah. We can give you a lot of pleasure by caressing it. There are many things we can do to you to give you pleasure. Trust us, Sarah. We won’t hurt you.”
The pleasure intensified—so good she thought she might die of it. Crying out, she threw her head back, wrapping her arms around Hawke’s neck, thrilling when he groaned and caught her against him.
“Easy. You’re safe. Just let it happen.” Hawke’s deep voice seemed to vibrate over her, the warmth and strength in his voice and his hold providing a safe haven that eased some of her fears.
When he pulled her closer with a hand cupped at the back of her head, she went willingly, burying her face against his neck. “Hawke.”
Blade lifted his head, running his lips and hands over her thighs. “So sweet. Is she all right?”
“She’s fine.” Still holding her close, Hawke ran his hand up and down her back, the heat from his hand warming her cooling skin. “She’s perfect.”
Her face burned as Phoenix moved the finger against her bottom opening—the naughty feel of having Phoenix’s finger inside her embarrassing now that the pleasure had begun to diminish. “Hawke?”
His lips brushed over her temple. “What is it, Sarah?”
Hiding her burning face against his chest, she fisted her hand in his shirt. “Phoenix. Oh, God. Why is he doing that?”
The hand at her back stilled. “Phoenix, what the hell are you doing to her?” The threat in his tone sent a chill through her.
Terrified that they’d fight, she shook her head at Hawke. “Please don’t get mad. Please. Can I get dressed now?”
The awareness in her nipples, her slit, and her bottom made it difficult to look any of them in the eye, her face burning when Hawke lifted his head and gripped her chin to stare down at her.
Frowning, he ran his thumb over her cheek. “I’m not mad. I will know what’s going on, though, especially when it concerns you.” Releasing her, he turned to Phoenix. “What was she talking about?”
Blade looked up at Phoenix, and then at Hawke, before his gaze settled on hers, a smile playing at his lips. “Sharing her is gonna be a hell of a lot of fun.”
Phoenix grinned, meeting Hawke’s glower head on. “She liked the feel of my fingers brushing over her bottom.” His gaze slid to hers. “Right before she came, I slid the tip of my finger into her.”
Hawke stiffened, his arm tightening protectively around her. “You shouldn’t have done that. I told you that she was scared.”
Reaching out to touch her nipple, Phoenix grinned at her. “She didn’t look scared to me. She liked it.”
Pulling her shirt back up, Hawke helped ease her arms into the sleeves. “She’s not one of your women in town, Phoenix. She’s our wife.” Something on her face must have upset Hawke, because he shot a glare at Phoenix and pulled her close again. “I’m sorry. That’s in the past.”
Phoenix smiled. “Stuck your foot in your mouth, didn’t you, Hawke?” Reaching out, he started to button Sarah’s shirt, his smile tender, but strained. “I won’t be visiting those women in town again. You’ve really got my brother flummoxed. I can count the number of times that’s happened on one hand.”
Lifting her by the waist, Blade set her on her feet, letting her skirt fall again. “There’s no point in causin’ a scuffle. The three of us are going to have to work things out when Sarah’s not around. No reason to get her upset. We’re all gonna have different ideas about how to handle her, and it’s not fair for her to be caught in the middle.”
Phoenix finished buttoning her shirt and went to the pitcher to wash his hands. “Come on. I’m sure you’re hungry. Let’s go get some chow and introduce you to the others.”
Sarah paused, looking back at Hawke, nervous about being with a lot of strangers without him by her side.
Hawke’s eyes warmed, gleaming with satisfaction and pride. Reaching out, he draped her shawl over her shoulders and took her hand in his. “Phoenix is right. You need to eat, and I want you to meet some of the others, so you’ll know who to go to if we’re not around. When we get back, we’ll get you settled for the night. We can all get baths.”
Sarah nodded, remembering Blade’s promise to bathe her. Swallowing heavily, she glanced at him, her face burning when he raised a brow. “It was nice of Maggie to give me some of the scented soaps she makes. I can’t believe all the things they have stored in the supply building. It was real generous of her to offer to let me have more fabric.”
Hawke frowned. “We’ll give you what you need. I don’t want charity.”
Her stomach knotted at his sharp tone, a reminder that the three men she’d married now had complete power over her. Nodding, she turned away. “Of course.”
Hawke said something under his breath in a language she didn’t understand, and with a sigh, took several steps toward her. “Maggie Tyler is a fine woman, and very generous, but I—”
“We.” Blade moved closer.
“—want to take care of you ourselves.” Hawke’s lips firmed. “We don’t take handouts.”
Phoenix shook his head. “You’re both too hard-headed. You told her how we all watch out for each other, and then you tell her she can’t take something Maggie offered in friendship.”
“We can give her the things she needs.” Hawke gestured toward the door. “Come on. Dinner’s waiting.”
Chapter Seven
Nervous about meeting the others, and aware of the tension between her husbands, Sarah stayed close to Hawke as they entered the chow shack.
Intrigued and a little disconcerted by the satisfaction in their eyes, she smiled, her smile falling when Phoenix opened the door to the chow shack and went through first.
Although he pulled the door wide for her to enter and smiled when she passed him, he’d gone through first, confirming her belief that finding pleasure in their touch guaranteed that they wouldn’t respect her.
Forcing a smile, she looked away from him to focus on the building she’d just entered.
Surprised to find it nearly filled with empty tables, she looked around, hoping to see Maggie. Her mouth watered at the incredible smells, her stomach growling at the unmistakable aroma of beef.
Taking her arm, Hawke led her to the front where a large feast waited. “We’re late. Most everyone will have already eaten.” Hawke took two metal plates from the pile and led her toward two serving tables piled with food. Stilling, he frowned and leaned closer, hovering protectively over her. “What wrong, Sarah?” He glanced around as if searching for a threat.
Shaking her head, she smiled up at him, embarrassed that her stomach growled. “It smells so good. I’d forgotten what beef smelled like.”
The largest and meanest-looking man she’d ever seen stood behind the serving tables, using a huge knife to expertly carve a piece of beef so big that it took up half of the table. “It’s a smell you’re gonna get used to.”