by DJ Michaels
She looked up and he met her gaze, stroking her hair and rubbing his fingers over the smooth silk of her skin. All he could see was her, yet she somehow blinded him. Her beauty, her courage, her bold sensuality tore him open until he could do nothing but feel.
Then her tongue came out and she swirled it around the head of his cock. “I want to suck until you come.”
Rye nodded and braced himself, his eyes never leaving her lips. He saw the smile, felt the hot promise of her breath, and then she opened up and sucked the head of his dick into the wet perfection of her mouth. She swirled her tongue, sucked without going any deeper and swirled again. Over and over, each stroke building an unbearable intensity of pleasure.
Rye stroked her head, telling her how good it felt, how beautiful she was, how much he loved what she was doing. Desperately fighting the urge to fuck hard and deep, he tried to keep just enough weight on her to make her feel safe. But when she finally, finally sucked him all the way into her mouth, his desire for her incinerated his good intentions.
Dev was working her hard, and Rye could feel her moaning around his cock, her sucks and licks becoming hungrier, wilder. She shuddered, her body undulating as she gripped his ass and pulled him deeper into her mouth. The sight of Dev buried between her thighs, the need in her touch and the glorious agony of her mouth working Rye’s cock blasted through him. Clutching her head tight, holding her still, he fucked into her mouth fast and deep.
And when she surrendered, relaxing into his hold, the orgasm that rolled through him exploded his heart as much as his body. Shards of heat and light pierced him, every nerve pulled tight on burning threads of ecstasy. As he hurtled into the abyss, there was nothing but the pulse of his cock and the hot, wet perfection of her mouth. He came in long, hard jets, and she swallowed him down, taking everything he had until she’d wrung him dry.
Rye was eviscerated. Blind. Deaf. Numb. Gasping for air and hollowed out in the best possible way. It took a while for him to stop panting and even longer for his senses to return. He couldn’t quite open his eyes but he heard his lovers talking.
“Your turn, Dev.” Tansy’s voice was low and sexy. And the air of confidence in her tone made his heart swell with pride.
Dev laughed. “I feel like I should ask if you’re sure, but I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t.”
“Same position as Rye?”
“Yes, if you don’t mind.”
Rye knew he should tell Dev not to mind, that this position was not only workable, it was annihilating, but Rye wasn’t capable of speech yet. Strong hands rearranged his body, moving him so his torso and legs were at right angles. His back pressed against the headboard while his hip and legs angled down on the warm sheets. Then he felt a strong back press against the front of his legs. A head nestled against his groin and long hair trailed over his body. Before he even opened his eyes he knew it wasn’t Tansy.
Sure enough, when he eventually managed to crack his eyes open, Dev was resting against Rye’s lower body. Tansy was tucked under his leg, her soft mouth already exploring. Rye shifted just enough to lay one hand on her shoulder, and the other he used to fist Dev’s ridiculously long hair. Then he just watched, sated, happy and hoping this would last.
Chapter Eleven
Dev was beginning to understand Tansy’s desire for skin-to-skin contact. Pressed up against the heat of Rye’s legs, having his denmate touch him while their woman pleasured him in the most intimate way was a joy of the heart as well as the body. He gripped Tansy’s head, letting her determine the depth of his invasion while he took control of the speed.
Her courage cut him to the bone and her generosity cracked him wide open.
He’d realized weeks ago that he was in love with her. Having her like this, all three of them intent on one another’s pleasure, transformed that love into something so much bigger than he could have imagined. And the fierce possessiveness she sparked in him grew more intense with every touch.
She worked him hard, as voracious in her need for his surrender as he was to give it to her. Sliding down so his head was in Rye’s lap, Dev eased her head back to open her throat, increasing his pace and fucking her faster, deeper. She raked her nails down his thighs, letting him know she was okay and urging him on. He didn’t need the incentive—he was already at boiling point and nowhere near as in control as he should have been.
He cupped her jaw, feeling the stretch, and he rubbed his face on Rye’s stiffening cock. If he could have, he would have taken his denmate into his mouth, but he didn’t trust himself not to bite when he came. Tansy was passion incarnate, turning every cell in his body into lightning bolts of pleasure and pain. His orgasm gathered, winding him tight, locking his muscles in a fist of joy as he found his release. Jerking and shuddering, he shot into her mouth, every pulse met with the hot suction of her lips. Her greed for his come was so intense it drew out his satisfaction, stretching his orgasm into a long pull of rapture. She kept her mouth on him even after his shudders ceased, and he cradled her head, keeping her pressed against his groin in luxurious intimacy.
Eventually he eased Tansy off his cock, pulling her into his arms and turning them both so Rye could wriggle down and bracket her from behind. Safe and tight between them, she released a sigh so full of contentment that Dev’s insides melted.
“Comfortable, honey?” He stroked his hand over her silky skin.
“Mmm.” She snuggled deeper and Dev lifted his eyes to meet Rye’s hot gaze.
“You ready to fuck?” he asked his denmate.
“Always.”
Tansy nodded, but the movement was sleepy. “Good idea. Just give me an hour or so.”
Rye reached forward, grasped Tansy’s thigh and pulled her leg over his to spread her thighs wide open. Dev was quick to accept the invitation, sliding a finger into Tansy’s soft, wet heat.
She blearily opened one eye. “Already?”
Already? Dev had waited so long he deserved a medal. Now she was naked, wet and compliant, there was no way he wasn’t seeing it through until the end.
Dev pushed his finger in, pulled almost out and pushed in again. He held his hand hard and high while his denmate cupped her mound and began firmly circling her clit.
“Oooh.” Tansy’s body shuddered from top to bottom and her internal muscles flexed against his finger.
Rye leaned closer and bit her neck. “I want to fuck you. So does Dev. We can’t wait to drive our cocks inside your hot, tight core. I want to make you scream. I want you to scratch and bite and claw while I drive you to one orgasm after the other. I want to spill my seed inside you and then watch while Dev fucks you hard and long until he comes inside you as well.”
Dev couldn’t have put it better himself. Curving his spine until his mouth was level with one sweet, pale nipple, he took her into his mouth, sucking long and hard as he reveled in her sensual response.
He released her with a wet suck. They were giving her body what it needed, but Tansy’s mind needed care as well. The next words out of his mouth felt so wrong he could hardly say them.
“We’re not giving you a choice, Tansy. The only way to stop us fucking you is to climb off this bed.”
It didn’t feel right, making that kind of demand of her. Unfortunately it was the only way he could think of to have her accept them without asking directly if this was what she wanted. It was giving her a choice without asking her to make a choice.
She reached for them both, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and cupping Rye’s cheek. “I’m not leaving this bed. I want you both.”
Dev dropped his head to her chest and breathed in the sweet scent that was Tansy and the hot spice of Rye’s arousal. Her admission was more than he’d expected from her, and such a direct request eased the ache inside him.
Buoyed by her willingness, Dev lifted his head and was about to move aside when he looked up and caught the heat and need in Rye’s gaze. Thinking of nothing more than easing that need, Dev hooked his
hand around Rye’s neck and dragged him forward for a kiss. Rye’s lips were soft and firm, bigger and broader than Tansy’s but no less delicious. He stilled, so Dev lingered, rubbing and nuzzling, taking little bites and then licking to ease the sting. He felt his denmate’s breath on his face, fast and choppy, and there was a part of him that wondered if Rye was going to push him away.
Then an inquisitive tongue licked at Dev, pushing at the seam of his lips. Firming his grip on the back of Rye’s neck, Dev pulled him tighter, opening his mouth and taking control, sweeping into Rye’s mouth and stroking tongue to tongue. Rye met every foray, his mouth as hungry as the hands that swept Dev’s body. They were both panting when they finally pulled apart.
Rye’s eyes had darkened to almost purple. “That was unexpected. And really, really good.”
Something primitive and fundamental clicked into place deep inside Dev and he smiled. “Yes.”
Rye licked his lips. “I can taste her on you.”
Dev nodded, stroking Tansy with a lazy hand. “She’s something else, our mate.”
“She is.”
And so was Dev’s denmate. “Are you ready for her?”
Rye leaned in for another hard, demanding kiss. “I was born ready for her.”
Dev laughed as he slid off Tansy’s warm, feminine body. “Me too.”
Tansy hadn’t lived a sheltered life. She’d seen men kiss. However, nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her men kissing each other while they held her safe and tight between them. When Dev pulled back, Rye looked as surprised as she was and just as turned on.
Their voices washed across her body, but it was their laughter that touched her soul. Not long ago she hadn’t been sure she’d ever laugh again, and to have that kind of simple joy in her bed was beyond any of her expectations. Dev gave her several playful nips as he moved to lie next to her, and she was still smiling when Rye lifted himself and eased his hips between her thighs.
“Legs around my waist, Tansy.” Rye’s tone was husky and full of soft command. She lifted her legs, locked her ankles at the base of his spine and waited. “Arms by your sides.”
She dropped her arms, and Rye wrapped around her like a boa constrictor, locking her tight, breast to chest. His autumn-gold hair fell in a curtain around them, giving her a different kind of intimacy. Then he flexed his hips and positioned his cock at the entrance to her body. “Are you with me?”
“Yes.”
He lowered his head to nuzzle at her lips and then he pressed inside her. The head of his cock kissed her opening then started the stretch. Caged as she was, the compression of her upper body was in direct contrast to the stretch and burn of her core. Rye eased back a little, but she didn’t have time to catch her breath before he pushed forward again. The pulses were long and slow, the pressure of his invasion so exquisite it bordered on pain. He surrounded her, filled her and dominated her. By the time he was fully seated they were both breathing hard.
“All right?” he asked.
“Good. Fantastic.” She wasn’t up for more than one-word answers.
Rye turned toward Dev. “All right, my brother?”
“All perfect.” Dev swept Rye’s hair over his shoulder, no doubt to improve his view. Then Dev ran his hand down Rye’s back, stroked up Tansy’s leg and circled around to begin the circuit again.
Dev’s touch seemed to settle something in Rye, and for Tansy the extra contact added a layer of emotional security. Wrapping her arms around as much of Rye as she could reach, she squeezed with her external and internal muscles.
Rye’s grunt was followed by the smooth glide of his hips, out then back in, his pace steady and controlled, the strokes measured to build her pleasure. Tansy didn’t fight it—she reveled in it, absorbing every touch, every shiver of desire, every hot point of contact. She stretched to breaking point, the pleasure building into a tight knot of need, the craving too much to be comfortable. And then Rye moved positions, rolling onto one elbow and hooking his other arm under her knee to hold her open.
He drove into her harder, faster, losing himself in his wild need for her. He moaned, he praised, he cursed and he begged, breathing words of love and lust into her ear in equal measure. He made her as frantic as he was, and as she flexed beneath him, Tansy bit and scratched, raking her nails down his back and urging him closer, faster, harder. The rapture boiled inside her body, searing nerve endings, heating her blood, scorching her where their bodies met.
Mindless, eyes closed, she was consumed by the sensation of Rye pounding inside her. The ecstasy built, a taut delirium that locked her muscles even as she strived for release. Fingers worked her clit with brutal intent and she broke in a suspended moment of agonizing pleasure. Her entire body ruptured in wave after wave of breathless intensity, and she clung to Rye tight and long, using him as her anchor in a chaotic storm of passion.
She came back to herself as her men were stroking and kissing whatever parts of her they could reach. Rye’s cock hadn’t softened much, and she felt every millimeter of him as he eased out of her body. She had time to take one full breath, and then Dev rolled on top of her.
His kept his weight on his elbows but his hips pinned hers firmly to the mattress. “I know you’re tired, honey, and you need time to recover, but I can’t wait.” He eased his legs inside hers and she automatically opened up to accommodate him.
His body was bigger than Rye’s—in fact the only Enforcer in the den who outsized him was the den commander himself. When Dev stretched out full-length on top of her, she had to tilt her head up to reach his nipple. She gave the flat little disc a nip and a lick, feeling safe and warm under the power of his body.
“You don’t have to wait,” she said. “I’ll give you whatever you need.”
Dev tucked her knees high and tight on his hips and rolled onto his side. Rye moved in to plaster himself to her back, and in that instant Tansy felt the hot, tight intrusion of Dev’s cock.
He lifted her leg even higher and pressed close, not stopping until he was balls-deep. He’d told her he couldn’t wait, but she could feel the chains of self-restraint tight on his body. Reaching up, she cradled his beautiful face in her hands, tilting his head until she could stare into those ice-blue eyes.
“Take me, Dev. I won’t break.”
He thrust up hard and high, and the grunt that escaped her was involuntary. “Next time I want wild and out of control, but this time,” he pulsed out and in, “this time I want connection. I want you right here with me every step of the way.”
She nodded, and he leaned down for a long, slow kiss. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away.”
Tansy had no idea what was driving Dev right now. Perhaps his need for an emotional bond was simply an echo of her need for physical connection. It didn’t matter—he and Rye had saved her life in every way that mattered, and for that alone she owed them everything.
Dev slid his arm underneath her head, cradling her close. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” The words were out of her mouth before she’d even registered his declaration, but after a moment of shock she realized she didn’t regret them. Springing to life without due consideration didn’t make the words any less true.
Dev rocked into her, his pace steady and inexorable, building her up stroke upon stroke. He kissed her long and sweet, cupping her breast and squeezing her nipple between his fingers. She arched into him, and when she felt Rye’s hand on her clit, she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Rye pressed himself tight against her back, his free hand cradling her mound as he circled her clit in hard, steady strokes.
Dev locked his fingers on the back of her neck, holding her gaze just as firmly as he held her body. “Are you ours, Tansy?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “For better or worse, I’m yours.”
“Then come for me. Let me feel you shatter.”
And she did. Long, intense, more internal than wild but no less powerful because of it. Dev followed her not long after,
squeezing her tight against his body. She felt every shudder of pleasure, every ripple of nerve and muscle as he came hard and deep inside her.
Dev stayed connected, his breath as ragged as hers. When she snuggled in to lay her head on his chest, she could hear his heart beating loud and strong.
Rye wrapped his arms around them both from behind. “Did you mean it, Tansy? Will you be ours?”
She’d kind of thought that was a foregone conclusion, but when Dev’s entire body went rigid, she realized they weren’t as sure of her as she was of them.
“I’m already yours,” she replied.
“Not officially.”
Dev’s body locked even tighter. “Rye, not now.”
“Yes now.”
Rye pulled at Tansy until Dev slipped from her body and he released her enough that she could lie on her back. Both males loomed over her, but she knew she had all the power in this room, and for once that didn’t scare her.
Rye stroked her hair back from her face. “Dev wants to wait until you’re fully back to yourself before you make such a binding decision, but after what we just shared…” He reached out and laid a possessive hand on her belly. “What we have is extraordinary, the once-in-a-lifetime kind of extraordinary that none of us wants to lose. I want you bound to us by love and by law. Will you sign a contract with us, Tansy?”
She looked at Dev. “This is what you want too?”
He laid his hand over Rye’s where it rested on her abdomen. “More than my next breath.”
She slipped her hands under two trim waists and stroked down the hard muscles of their backs. “Then I would be honored to sign a mating contract with you both.”
Chapter Twelve
Rye ran a bath, and when he and his lovers were wet and naked, they indulged themselves all over again.
He craved Tansy’s touch. He was addicted to her skin. And even though she was willing, sensual and with him and Dev in every way that mattered, Rye didn’t quite believe she was theirs. A part of him was almost too scared to trust, too amazed and awestruck to sink into the reality that this woman was his. That she was committed to creating a family with her two Enforcers.