She gasped at the burning sensation as the first two knobs pushed past the tight ring of resistance of her sphincter. With a moan, she lifted her hips and lowered her shoulders to the mattress, taking it three more balls deeper, each one stretching her wider. A burning hunger that surprised her built in her ass. It pulsed and grew as Quinn continued to lick and kiss at the globes of her ass, then farther up to the small of her back as he pressed the plug slowly deeper and deeper into her bottom.
She’d seen this in the bar, throughout town—two men and one woman. Never in her life did she imagine she would enjoy it so much herself. Four hands touching her, two sets of lips driving her mad, two bodies sandwiching her between them—it was all so heady, so wildly intoxicating. She knew she’d never get enough of it. She prayed they felt the same.
Quinn spanked her bottom, sending tingling warmth up her spine. She liked it, craved it, and wanted him to do it again. When he did, she moaned as the muscles of her anus contracted around the toy he embedded deep inside her. Did the fact that she liked being spanked while something was up her ass make her a pervert? If it did, she couldn’t find it within herself to care.
“Now, turn over,” Quinn ordered. She turned over gingerly, all too aware of the plug lodged up her ass. He spread her legs wide, easing one leg over his shoulder and placed the other around his waist.
Gently he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. He grimaced. His eyes slid closed. She couldn’t stop looking at him as he held back, forced himself to show restraint despite his desire to ravish.
Derek gently brushed across her clit with his thumb as Quinn slowly sank into her silken, wet heat, before sliding his hands up her hips to cup her breasts. Her hips jerked, taking Quinn deeper inside her. Derek chuckled before bending over her to draw her swollen nipple between his lips and suckling.
Juices poured from her, coating both Quinn’s cock and the toy filling her ass. Leaning over her, Derek licked at her other nipple, while pinching the first, tormenting the hard buds.
She panted for air, desperate now. She needed more, so much more. She moaned, arching her back. It was taking entirely too long for Quinn to get inside her. She wanted him deep inside, filling her to overflowing. Was that too much to ask?
“Please, Quinn. Don’t make me beg, anymore. Fuck me, already,” she demanded, lowering her voice to a throaty purr.
With a growl, Quinn thrust forward, surging in only halfway. She gasped at the stretching, fullness. She winced when he pressed farther still, unsure if he’d fit after all.
Pain mixed with pleasure as he pulled back, then pressed forward again, this time more forcefully. Derek continued to play with her breasts, his lips and tongue laving each mound with deliberate intent, plucking her diamond hard nipples, and stimulating her senses until she was nearly incoherent with the overwhelming sensations.
“By the Goddess, she’s so damn tight, Derek,” Quinn growled as he pulled back, then moved against her, going balls-deep with one mighty lunge. “It’s going to feel like she’s squeezing the life out of you, but what a way to go.”
Willow screamed and lifted her hips, arching into his thrusts. Her pussy clenched around the invading shaft, while her ass pulsed around the anal plug. Pleasure and pain mingled as his slow, steady withdraw then equally slow reentry sent her senses reeling out of control. Her hands fisted in the comforter, clenching and unclenching as she fought to stop her orgasm from taking hold. She wanted it to last longer. Needed it to last longer. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes,” she groaned as Quinn ravaged her pussy over and over, thrusting harder and deeper with every pump and swivel of his hips.
Derek straddled her shoulders, gripping his cock at the base. Holding it before her lips, he whispered, “Suck it, my mate.”
Opening her lips, she licked at the head, but Quinn was riding her pussy so hard, her head moved, missing her target completely. Derek shifted and she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock from balls to tip and down again. He groaned and his balls drew up tight as she bit softly at the underside, then sucked gently.
“I want to see those beautiful lips around it, Willow. Take my cock into your mouth and suck it.”
She nodded, then opened her mouth, allowing him to guide his cock between her lips. She moaned around his girth, circling the tip with her tongue the best she could considering she could barely fit him inside her mouth at all he was so thick. His musky, salty taste filled her mouth, calling to her beast, her every primal instinct demanding she mark him as hers by biting his inner thigh and breaking skin, mixing her saliva into his bloodstream, thereby combining their DNA and building the mate bond between them.
She sucked at Derek with strong pulls, moving her mouth in the same rhythm and pace as Quinn’s cock that still surged through her channel. The pressure in her womb built higher and higher as a sharp tingling spread along her limbs. She was close, so close and already she could tell it would be the strongest orgasm of her life.
Her breasts ached and swelled as Quinn thrust harder, deeper, hitting her womb with every inward thrust. Derek fucked her mouth with just as much intensity, hitting the back of her throat with the tip of his thick shaft, lodging it at the back of her throat with every pass.
Her body exploded. Every nerve ending screamed with pleasure. It happened suddenly and with such intense heat, she screamed as loud as she could with a cock lodged halfway down her throat. Arching her hips toward Quinn, she rode out the wave of bliss as she continued to suck Derek’s cock. Her pussy clenched and sucked at Quinn’s shaft, seemingly reluctant to let him free of her sheath. Her ass pulsed around the toy, intensifying and prolonging her pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” Quinn crooned as he suddenly pulled from her pussy. “It’s Derek’s turn to feel you squeezing his dick, love.”
She moaned around Derek’s erection, needing another release despite the fact that she’d just come harder than she’d thought possible. Derek removed his cock from her mouth and helped her onto her hands and knees. He moved behind her and without preamble, slid his cock into her sopping wet pussy with a long, low groan, then slowly withdrew until just the head remained lodged inside her gate.
“Oh, so good. Such a wet, tight little pussy,” he purred as he ever so slowly thrust his cock deep inside again. His fingers tugged at the toy, sliding it in and out in counterpart to his cock. She groaned, moving her hips in time with him. Desperate to feel everything, to experience all the pleasure they wanted to give her. Quinn moved in front of her, putting his cock at her lips. She opened her mouth and licked at his head gently, knowing without being told exactly what he wanted. She could taste herself on his cock and, intrigued, she licked along his length. She’d never taken a man’s cock in her mouth after he’d been inside her, but she didn’t feel disgusted like she thought she would.
Quinn buried his hand in her long hair, wrapping it around his fists as he showed her the speed and rhythm he preferred.
“Suck it, sweet. Make me come down your throat,” Quinn growled and she opened her mouth, sucking him between her lips. Her body tensed again until she exploded around the two invading shafts filling her so full it was almost painful. As another orgasm washed over her out of nowhere, her mind fell into a tailspin. A kaleidoscope of colors passed behind her closed eyes. She gasped for air, dragging it into her lungs with a hoarse and ragged cry.
She focused everything she had on sucking Quinn’s cock and making him come. She wanted to taste his essence, wanted to feel him filling her mouth with his salty come. With a shout, Derek joined her in orgasmic bliss, filling her pussy with hot jets of semen. She felt so full, so consumed, but she didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—sucking Quinn’s cock. She wanted to please him as much as they’d pleased her. He thrust once more, hitting the back of her throat and stopped there. With a growl, he shot his cum down her throat. She licked greedily, enjoying his salty, musky taste.
Quinn fell back onto the bed with a sigh and she crawled over to lie across his chest. His arms
wrapped around her waist and pulled her on top of him. “Bend down baby and mark me as yours. It’s time to take Derek and me as your mates.”
“Past time,” Derek added. Walking toward the bed, he held up the cloth he’d brought with him. Derek gently tugged the toy from her ass. She winced at the slight pain as it pulled free, knowing it would sting the first time she tried sitting on her bottom. He tossed the toy to the floor, then smoothed his hand over her hips and bottom, before taking the wet washcloth he’d retrieved and bathed her swollen pussy and sticky thighs.
Climbing into bed, Derek nuzzled her throat on one side, while Quinn did the same on the other. Together they bit down, breaking skin and drawing blood. Stroking the wounds with their tongues, they bathed the bites with their healing saliva. “Now it’s your turn. Bite us, baby, and claim us as yours to love for the rest of our lives, as we have grown to love you.”
Willow’s heart hitched in her chest before nearly thumping out of her chest in sheer happiness. Smiling, she reached first for Quinn since she was facing him, pushing him down to the flat of his back. Leaning over his chest, she tried to decide just where she wanted to leave her mark on her men. Within seconds, she had the perfect place.
Pressing her face against the base of Quinn’s neck, she licked his jugular. He swallowed. She could smell his excitement, his wolf’s excitement. Moving on, her lips trailed across his wide chest, down his pecs until she reached his breast. After pausing to look into Quinn’s glittering blue gaze, she closed her eyes, then bit down, marking him directly above his heart. This way you’ll always know you have my heart as well.
Easing off Quinn, she rolled over and pushed Derek down, mirroring all the previous movements she’d shown Quinn. Just after piercing Derek’s chest, she stared into Derek’s emerald green gaze and sent him the same message she’d sent Quinn along their new mate bond. This way you’ll always know you have my heart as well.
Both men reached for her hands as she kneeled between where they lay sprawled on the bed, pulling her down to lie between them. As Quinn cuddled her from the front, and Derek from behind, she sighed, enjoying the relaxing movement of Quinn’s hand leisurely running through her hair and down her back as Derek ran his palms down her hips in slow, sure strokes meant to soothe. He placed a soft kiss against her shoulder, his arms encircling her. Quinn scooted forward, lifting her left thigh over his right and wrapping her in his embrace as well. There she fell asleep, enveloped between them, safe, secure, and more sexually satiated than she’d thought it possible to be.
Chapter Seven
Derek woke feeling refreshed and relaxed for the first time in what felt like years, if ever. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so at ease with life, despite the badass shit going on in Serenity. With his mate finally in his arms, life couldn’t get any more perfect. His mate had her head resting against his chest, her thigh straddling his waist as she cuddled alongside him. He’d have to thank Quinn later for giving him this time with Willow. While Quinn was gone finding out what new leads the investigators may have found, he could luxuriate in the feeling of waking up to his mate lying in his arms.
His cock stirred, rising quickly at the feel of Willow against him, her scent in his nose. He wanted to make love to her so badly this morning, but she’d been through a lot last night on top of the mating and he’d do nothing to hurt her. For now, just knowing she’d agreed to be his mate and had, in fact, marked him as hers last night, was enough for him, hard cock or not.
Unwilling to wake her up when she needed her rest, he eased out from beneath her and scooted off the bed. He’d go downstairs and see what they had in the kitchen to fix her for breakfast and, hopefully, by the time she woke, he’d have a feast ready for her. And if he couldn’t find anything decent to eat, he’d have Quinn bring something home when he returned.
* * * *
Willow stood in the shower, letting the warm water ease her sore and tender muscles. She’d didn’t have a doubt that Quinn had left her and Derek here to go into town to investigate her kidnapping. Did they think she couldn’t handle knowing that something horrible had almost happened to her last night, could still happen to her?
The shower door opened letting in a puff of cool air. She lifted her head, surprised to find Derek standing amidst the billowing steam. When she’d woken alone yet smelled Derek’s scent still lingering in the house, she’d assumed he was avoiding her this morning for some reason.
“Quinn had to go to town. Mind if I join you instead?”
Framed in the shower doorway, with steam rising around him, his golden brown hair damp and tousled, his hard body naked and aroused, she wasn’t sure taking a shower with the man was the smartest thing to do. Not if she wanted some answers.
“That depends,” she admitted, distracted by his cock which seemed to grow larger before her eyes. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to get down on her knees and take him down her throat. But first she needed answers.
“Depends on what?” he asked, his lips twitching in amusement. “What do I need to do to share your shower?”
“There’s only one thing really. You and Quinn don’t keep me in the dark about what’s going on.”
“Have we been doing that?” he asked, his head tilting slightly to the side as though surprised she’d called him on it.
“Yes, and you know it or Quinn would be in here with you.”
He stepped forward, crowding her against the cool tile wall. “You’re right,” he said with a nod. “We have been trying to protect you and it won’t happen again. But right now …” He grasped her wrists, holding them together over her head with one hand while holding her chin in his other. “Right now, I want to fuck my mate.”
Her heart raced when he dropped the hold on her chin and let his hand trail across her collarbone and down her breast. He thumbed one of her nipples, bringing it into a hardened peak before moving on, trailing his fingers along her waist and upper thigh and back up again. As his callused palm ghosted over her hip, goose bumps erupted across her skin. His hand paused, then cupped her pussy. Without hesitation, she spread her legs wider, giving him better access.
By the Goddess, she wanted him. How had she lasted an entire month having them working at her bar? Now that she’d actually succumbed and had taken them as her mates, she wanted to thank all that was holy for bringing Derek and Quinn to Serenity. She hadn’t realized how lonely and empty her life was without a mate until she’d found two of her own.
When two of his thick fingers sank into her channel, she groaned. Arousal flared. She wanted Derek and she wanted him now.
“Fuck me, Derek. Please,” she begged, uncaring if she sounded weak in that moment.
Not weak. Never weak. You need and we give. It’s as simple as that.
Please then. I need you.
Then hold on, love. Leave your hands where they are.
When she nodded, he dropped his hands and picked her up by the waist. “Put your legs around my hips and hold on for the ride, baby,” he murmured.
They both groaned at the first feel of skin pressed against skin. His cock pressed between them, hard, pulsing. She wanted it inside her, filling her empty cunt and she didn’t want to wait a moment more. A heartbeat later he was inside her, his mouth covering hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure. He thrust deeper and deeper, harder and harder. She met his thrusts with her own, tightening her legs around his hips. She wanted to sink her fingers into his hair and hold on, but he’d told her to leave them above her head and she didn’t want to do anything that might make him stop—at least not until she’d come.
Their tongues tangled in a heated kiss. Their breaths mingled. She inhaled his scent, letting her wolf catch scent of his. She arched her hips, taking him deeper, needing more. With every stroke, he hit the mouth of her womb sending shards of pleasure-pain zipping through her body.
Reality narrowed to just the two of them, his cock, her cunt—fucking like two animals in heat and that was fine wit
h her. She gasped as her orgasm slammed through her. Her channel clenched down on his surging cock, milking him of jet after jet of hot cum.
He slumped against her. Body pressed against body, she could feel his heart pounding against her chest. Her legs shook and she knew if she dropped them, she’d never be able to stand on her own.
* * * *
The house was quiet when Quinn walked in the door, but he could smell the sex and passion still hanging thick in the air. Behind the fly of his jeans, his cock hardened. He’d much rather have woken up to Willow in his arms this morning, but someone had to check on the manhunt, and since he woke first, he’d foregone the luxury of morning sex.
But since they still had no news as to what the kidnappers had planned, he could now devote the next couple hours to loving his mate. By this evening, he hoped to know more about who had driven the hearse that had abducted her, and the friends and associates of the two men they’d killed outside the mausoleum. Once they knew that information, the hunt for her kidnappers should be easy.
It still didn’t sit well with him to wait for others to take the lead in the hunt, but guarding and protecting his mate mattered more than his need for vengeance—even if he had to keep telling himself that.
Why wouldn’t you want to be out there hunting them down?
For a second, the sound of his mate’s voice in his head shocked him. Then he realized what she’d said.
I need to be here with you.
No. What we need to do is go out there and find the assholes that thought they could sacrifice me to the Demon Leonard. That’s what we need to do.
Quinn smiled. He loved her sass. Where are you?
I’m downstairs in some monstrosity of a kitchen. You’ll need a cook to do this place justice.
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