by Jory Strong
Their arms tightened around her as their free hands went to her face, tilting it upward so she would look at them.
“If you ever doubt your effect on men here,” Zyan said, “and Kaeden and I alone can’t convince you of how thoroughly you inspire our lust, then remember how you sent the men of the Syn’jahin tribe rushing away to couple with partners or find relief with their hands. The unmatched among them would have gladly traded places with us after you revealed your body. They would have battled among themselves for the privilege of being on their knees in front of you as Kaeden was.”
Kaeden brushed his mouth against hers. “Turn those lessons that caused you such pain in the past into pleasure for the three of us. You’ll find us ready students. Teach us how to love a woman—how to love you—so thoroughly you’ll never wish to leave our bed, much less our world.”
The eroticism of their words, and the sincerity they contained, clogged Karena’s throat for long moments. She’d been a fool to let the past nearly destroy the present and the future. To throw away what she thought she’d found at the first challenge to her belief in it.
Right from the start Zyan and Kaeden had been unlike any men she’d ever known. And though their desire had thrilled and empowered her, it was their tenderness and caring, their gentleness and concern that touched her heart.
Hadn’t she dreamed of them for years?
Hadn’t she prayed to find happiness and safety? To live in a place where her talent was valued?
That they should have the same insecurities…
And be so willing to bare themselves to her…
Heat spiraled upward from where the soles of her feet touched the warm sand of the desert, swelling her labia and her breasts before burning away what doubts and fears might still linger.
Their erections were like hot brands against flesh. But their eyes held uncertainty, and seeing it, she hugged them tightly before pulling away far enough to lay her palms against their chests, over hearts that beat as fast and as erratically as her own.
“When I thought you needed a drug in order to desire me, I felt as though I were being ripped apart, my dreams and happiness torn from me, because by then I was already starting to fall in love with you too.
Her hands slid lower, returning to the rigid cocks. Encircling them. “You’re my choice. Now and forever.”
They rewarded her with fervent kisses that sent her heart soaring and brought joy bubbling to the surface, allowing words to leave her mouth she would never have imagined uttering. “Let’s take advantage while the drug is still in your system.”
She brushed her thumbs over the wet tips of their penises. “I want you both inside me at the same time.”
With a laugh Zyan picked her up. “You’ll get no argument from us.”
They returned to the bedding and he gently set her to her feet as Kaeden crouched, finding the lubricant and placing it on the material before standing, joining them.
Slowly they unbuttoned her shirt, kissing her mouth, her neck, the slopes of her breasts, all the while murmuring their appreciation, telling her with words as well as actions how deeply they desired her.
Karena tangled her fingers in their hair. She closed her eyes, head titling back as she gave herself over to the joy they brought her.
The shirt fell away. And then pants.
Hands stroked her buttocks. Mouths suckled at her breasts, pressed heated caresses against her flushed mound. Tongues darted, gliding through her wet slit, swirling around her clit. Laving, tormenting until she whispered, “Please. Now, before I come again. I want us joined the next time that happens.”
“I want the same,” Kaeden said, but lingered, his tongue thrusting inside her as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to abandon her swollen lower lips.
Feminine power and satisfaction surged into her. Enough of it to demand he lie on his back so she could mount him.
He obeyed, but there was nothing submissive about him as he sprawled on the bedding, hand fisted around his cock, his eyes hot with desire and his features taut with need.
“Now,” he ordered, and she laughed, a husky sound she barely recognized as coming from her, though she imagined she’d soon get used to it with Kaeden and Zyan as her lovers.
She straddled Kaeden, moaning when Zyan crouched next to her, his hand cupping her mound, fingers on her labia. There was no need to part her for Kaeden, she was already swollen, her entrance exposed, but it was a deeply erotic act, just as it had been when Kaeden guided Zyan’s cock to her opening that first time, the symbolism of it only reinforcing the inclusiveness of their joining.
Slowly she sheathed Kaeden, lowering herself in tiny increments as his hands gripped the bedding and he fought the need to thrust upward, demonstrating his willingness to let her take control. It thrilled her, heightening her desire so her channel clamped down on him, making him pant and increasing his struggles.
“Tease,” Zyan murmured. “Not that he doesn’t deserve it. Not that either of us won’t welcome the chance to play sexual games with you.”
He pressed a kiss to her nape, his hands urging her to cover Kaeden’s body with her own.
She went unresistingly, shivering in anticipation when Zyan caressed her buttocks, thumbs brushing over her back entrance before leaving. Then she was parted, and sun-warmed lubricant smoothed over and in, followed by a hot cock breaching her.
Both of them whispered praise and endearments as Zyan took her in the same slow slide of sensual torment as she’d taken Kaeden. And when he was all the way in, his rigid length pressed against Kaeden’s deep inside her, she felt an intensity of emotion and an unwavering certainty.
With them she’d found the love of a lifetime, a never-ending ride to ecstasy.
About the Author
Jory has been writing since childhood and has never outgrown being a daydreamer. When she’s not hunched over her computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, she can usually be found reading, riding her horses or hiking with her dogs.
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