by Celia Kyle
Basking in their love, she listened as they began to chant in time with their lovemaking. Eyes drifting closed, the image of the three of them joined, loving one another, flitted through her mind. Their bodies became encased in the mystical fog, seeping into their pores, joining them in a way they never imagined.
As the fog in her mind receded, Gillian's orgasm burst forth, shooting through her, she screamed around Ronan's shaft. The feeling of shattering into a thousand pieces suddenly overtook her.
The dark taste of his seed spilled across her tongue and she drank from his cock as if drinking from a fountain. Every drop and pulse flowed freely down her throat. Max and Conner gripped her hips and the heated splash of their release flooded into her passages. They'd come together, sharing in the intimate release as one.
Licking and sucking the last bit of Ronan's come from his deflating erection, Gillian reluctantly released him, easing him from her mouth. Max withdrew from her ass in slow, aching movements, leaving her empty. Last was Conner. He slid her to his side, holding and petting her as he slid his cock free of her pussy. Tired, aching, she drifted to sleep, her men, her mates, surrounding her.
Minutes or hours later, Gillian awoke to her mates crowded around her, staring at her chest. “I know my breasts are great, guys, but they're not all that."
She chuckled at her own joke, shivering when Ronan traced a circle above her left breast. “You belong to us now, Gilly."
Smiling, she cupped Ronan's cheek. “I know, love, I know."
"No,” he affirmed. “You are ours. The Maker has blessed our union.” He stroked her breast again.
Following his finger, she found a mark that hadn't been there before. Above her left breast a midnight black tattoo of a bear's paw had appeared as she slept.
Staring from one brother to the next, she found tears brimming, threatening to spill at any moment. She wished she could hug them all at once, but the best she could do was love them.
"I am yours. Forever."
The End
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About the Author
Celia would have loved to have written her own biography, but she just didn't know what to say. In a fit of desperation, she turned to me, her most trusted confidant and friend. I realize you're asking yourself, “Who is this?” I am Cali, her cat. I also go by a few other names, but those may be too strong for your delicate ears. Suffice it to say my mommy is very creative and not just with writing.
My mommy, Celia, began writing in August of 2006. I know this because it was around that time our meals started coming later and later in the day. As months passed, she spent more and more time in front of the boring screen. Though it was fun to chase the little arrow around every once in a while. You should hear her scream! But I digress.
She's worked hard to give readers sexy, quirky heroines they can relate to. And you better damn well appreciate it. All I got was late night feedings. And I didn't even make it into one of her books by name! That damn kitten, Katie O'Meghan, did. Bitch.
Well, enjoy her writings and if you want to praise her for her work ... don't. I'd like to get fed at some point, people.
Fine. If you must contact her, her website is at www.celiakyle.com or you can send an email to celia.kyle @ gmail.com. But when I go hungry, I'll blame you all!
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