“Callen!” she shouted, as he tormented her, lapping at the most sensitive part of her body.
He kept going, trying to shove her over the edge. With his free hand, he slipped his fingers into the warmth of her body, finding just the right spot.
As soon as he hit it, her body bowed and she shattered apart for what felt like the millionth time. As she floated down, the men gave her a few minutes to bask in the afterglow. Together, they moved off to the side and began talking.
“She’s going to kill us in the morning,” Callen whispered, even as he grinned wickedly.
“Hell yeah, she is,” Ethan agreed, “but she’ll never forget this night for as long as she lives.”
“Neither will I,” Callen admitted. How the hell could he? This was one of his hottest wife seduction moments. “Are you ready?”
Ethan wanted to laugh manically like some wicked little kid in a candy store. He was already picturing the final part of the plan. “Top or bottom?” he offered.
“Oh, you had top last time. It’s all mine.”
They agreed, glancing over to watch her as she lay spent on the mattress. Unfortunately, she didn't know the end wasn’t quite upon her yet.
Elizabeth could barely catch her breath. Her body tingled as she was strung tighter than a bow. Yet, somehow, she didn't buy that they were finished with her. Neither man fucked her until they came. She suspected that was still in her future, and if they were regrouping to make plans, it was going to be epic.
Listening carefully, she could hear them whispering. From the warm masculine tones, Elizabeth’s body heated. Oh yeah, they were plotting her sexual demise.
She couldn’t wait.
When they approached, Ethan laid beside her on the mattress.
“We’re not done, white woman,” he hissed in her ear. “We didn't get off again. You’re not free until you make us both cum. Then, we have no use for you.”
She could feel herself being rolled until she was lying on top of Ethan. Already, his erection was pressed against her belly.
“Get on me and ride.”
She didn't hesitate.
As she slid him deep into her body, he moaned, knowing what was coming. Already, it was playing out in his brain, making his body come to life.
Elizabeth rode him like she was desperate to feel him explode. She knew that he meant what he said. They wouldn’t stop until she got them both off. With her hands braced on his chest, she continued to pleasure the Native beneath her.
When his hands went to her hips, he pulled her down on the exact spot that he knew would push her off the edge once more.
“No, please,” she begged, not sure she could take another orgasm.
“More!” he demanded, until he could feel her body shake around his.
As she continued to ride, Callen approached her from behind. She could feel his erection pressed against the crack of her ass. Elizabeth didn't need to be a mind reader to know that both men had every intention of using her at the same time.
This wouldn’t be the first time she was pressed between her Native men in one big Elizabeth sandwich. This was a special treat for them, and they were staking their claim tonight on their anniversary, just like they did that very first night together.
Anticipation filled her as she fell once more, having a massive orgasm. As she dropped to Ethan’s chest, she prepared for the next part of the fucking.
When Callen leaned over them both, she could feel his fingers spreading her slickery wetness across her other soon to be pillaged entrance.
“Oh God!” she moaned, not sure if she could handle what was coming. Whenever Callen took this position from behind, the ride was destined to be punishing, until he got them all off. He would be relentless to the point of obsession. Since pain was his thing, there was no doubt that mercy was going to be missing.
Before it was over, Elizabeth knew she would be begging and screaming their names.
Ethan grinned wickedly at her as he remained buried in her body. “Oh yeah, white woman, you’re our prize. Didn't you know that brothers share everything, you included?”
Callen added, “I hope you’re ready to have two Native men fuck you. I’m not going to stop until you scream and we cum.”
With that, he pressed against her opening, pushing himself into her body. She knew he was being gentle, and despite his and Ethan’s demands, they’d never hurt her.
She was safe.
“Oh fuck!” Elizabeth muttered, as she was pressed between them. It took some maneuvering to fit them both into her body. Neither man was small by any means, but together she was doubly stuffed.
“So tight,” muttered Callen, stroking in as far as he could. His own lubrication helped ease the slide.
“Oh God!” she hissed, as Ethan stared up into her eyes.
“You can take us both, baby,” he promised, flicking his fingers over her already swollen nipples. When she moaned in pleasure, Callen drove the last few inches, burying himself deep in her body.
“Oh hell!” he moaned, finally exactly where he needed to be for the ride ahead. “I love fucking your ass,” he muttered, as he began moving. The motion was driving her up and down Ethan’s erection, and the other man only had to enjoy the sensation.
Silence befell the rustic cabin. While Callen did all the work, Elizabeth was being filled to capacity by both men.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
It was orgasmic.
They didn't do this often, but when they did, the men got off big time.
“Oh yeah, baby,” moaned Ethan from the bottom of the couple sandwich. He could feel Callen’s erection through the thin membrane that separated both her canals. With each thrust, he was shoved headlong into so much pleasure.
“Oh, Callen,” she whispered, as he’d fully opened her up and now was using her to get them all off.
“Mmmmmmm,” he moaned, driving deep into her body. This was probably one of his most favorite positions. He loved when they could sandwich Elizabeth between them and fuck her silly.
Ethan flicked his fingers over her clit and Elizabeth shook between them.
“No, please,” she begged, as she started slipping into yet another orgasm.
“Take it, white woman,” Callen hissed into her ear, as he stopped moving. “Take it all!”
“Oh GOD! OH GOD!” she shouted.
Ethan enjoyed the view. From where he lay, his wife was definitely enjoying the pleasure. She might be saying no, but from his vantage point, she was loving it. Elizabeth was chewing on her bottom lip and her eyes were glazed over with nothing less than lust and need.
“That’s our girl,” Callen whispered, riding her ass hard and fast.
“Do you want more?” Ethan asked, his body so close to the edge.
When she didn't answer, he forced her to look him in the eyes. “Captive, do you want us to fuck you more?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
“Beg!” hissed Callen.
“Please.Fuck.Me.More!” she practically shouted, punctuating ever word.
That’s all they needed. Their woman loved every second of this man sandwich, and Callen was glad.
“Come on, Lyzee,” Ethan muttered. “Make us cum. Use that fine body of yours to push us over.”
Elizabeth’s entire body reacted to his words. She could feel herself that much closer as Callen continued his assault. “Oh God!” she shouted again.
Ethan grabbed handfuls of her breasts and squeezed, getting her to focus on him. “Get me off, white woman. I’m so close, and I want to cum in you. If you want your freedom, you’re going to have to earn it!”
She stared into his eyes, lost in the fantasy.
With Callen pounding into her from behind, and Ethan filling her from below, she couldn’t escape the sensation.
“Come on,” Callen hissed, knowing he was close. If she didn't explode first, he and Ethan were doomed. Already, he could see from his brother’s face that he was on the edge.
Elizabeth fought valiantly to hold off. She wanted to teach her men a lesson, but it was so damn hard. When Callen’s hand found her hair, he pulled sharply to the side. While driving into her, he bit down into her shoulder, sharing some delicious pain with her.
It was all it took.
Elizabeth shattered, tightening down on both men’s erections. It caused Ethan to shout and explode until he poured hotly into her body and womb.
Callen wasn’t far behind, as he slammed into her one last time, his body answering the call of theirs. He saw the colors swim as he ruptured, dumping load after load deep into the recesses of her body.
As he collapsed on top of them, no one moved.
None of them could.
Finally, Callen left a chaste kiss on the back of her neck before sliding out of her body. Rolling her off Ethan, they grabbed a blanket nearby and covered her.
She was spent.
Used and abused.
In the silence of the room, they didn't move. Everyone was three days past exhaustion. Instead, they lay there, watching her slowly slip into the comforting embrace of sleep.
When she didn't react to their gentle kisses, they knew the cold hard fact.
They’d managed to wear her out.
Silently, they offered each other a fist bump before cuddling closer to the woman who owned their hearts.
“I love you, Elizabeth,” Ethan said, protectively wrapping an arm over her body.
Callen followed suit. “I’ll never love anyone but you, my angel,” he whispered, resting his lips beside her ear.
Neither man spoke again.
Instead, they opted to follow their wife into sleep.
* * *
It was the sun that finally woke her. It shone in through the kitchen window of the cabin, illuminating all the space. It took her a few minutes to adjust to the sounds and light, but when she did, there was one thing that became crystal clear.
Okay, maybe two things.
She was a hot mess, and the men in her life were missing.
Rolling to her back, she stretched, hoping that she would be able to bounce back from a night of pure, unadulterated debauchery.
She had to laugh. “Damn you, men,” she muttered, grinning smugly.
When she rolled over, her hand came in contact with a note. It got her attention. Sitting up, Elizabeth clutched the blanket to her naked body. When she opened the letter, it was hard not to smile.
‘Dearest Elizabeth,
Happy Anniversary from us. We hope that we made all your wildest fantasies come true. We know it was ‘ravage the savage’ but we couldn’t help ourselves. You know how out of control your Native arm candy can get.
We left you coffee, a change of clothes, and your SUV outside. Callen and I will see you at the office. It’s going to be hard to not smile like an idiot all day long. Last night was pretty spectacular.
Thank you for humoring your men.
Love always,
Your savages.
She laid back on the mattress and grinned. Oh, they made some fantasies come true, but this wasn’t over quite yet. As far as she was concerned, the men had thrown down a challenge.
“Oh, I still have to ravage my savages, boys,” she said to no one in particular. “It’s far from over.”
They had no idea….
Chapter Two:
Lost in the Stacks
~~ Emma & Greyson Croft ~~
It was rare that they got to head back east, but for Emma’s high school reunion, Greyson was more than willing to accommodate.
He couldn’t help it.
Deep down, he wished he was only being a good husband, but he wasn’t. Truth be told, he was curious as hell.
While unpacking their condo, he found her yearbook and secretly stole it away. When she was working late, or he was home alone, Greyson would flip through the pages, trying to get any information he could on his wife.
Maybe it was the Army sniper in him, wanting to study his subject, or the Fed who wanted to see what he was up against. Either way, it was no holds barred to find out any juicy little Emma tidbit.
It wasn’t like she was keeping secrets, but he was driven crazy by not knowing everything about her. When he found out that she was in an art club, he studied all the men who surrounded her, wondering if they had loved his wife. As she smiled in the pictures with her brother and his buddies, Greyson didn't miss the men staring at her like she was a tasty snack.
After all, he did the same damn thing.
The only thing all this snooping had done was to make him absolutely crazed.
When he first found the book, with messages from her old friends in the back, he took the time to read them all. There were the typical ones from girls, some from boys, and then two in particular which caught his attention.
One was from a ‘friend’ who signed his message with love. The other was a boyfriend who looked a little too smug in his class picture. He’d be lying if he didn't own the fact he ran them both. Yeah, he did full background checks on both of them. What he hoped to find was that they had both fallen off the face of the earth.
Yeah, no such luck.
In fact, one was a judge in a district court. The guy, who had been her boyfriend, had worked his way up the law ladder. There was no such luck with the other man either. He still looked like a jock and was now some athlete for a local team.
Oh, that didn't please him at all.
When his wife got the invite in the mail to her high school reunion, Greyson jumped at the chance. He wanted to see the men who loved his wife when she was some angel faced girl.
Was it caveman like?
Yes.
But he wasn’t denying he was one. In fact, Greyson was pretty much over the edge.
He couldn’t help it.
His Emma had stolen his heart. From the second he saw her with copper hair blowing in the wind, emerald eyes sparkling, and beautiful smile, he was lost.
Now, he wanted to sneak a peek into her past. Greyson Croft needed to see the men who let his beloved Emma escape their grasp.
One thing was for sure.
They were big idiots.
“Grey?” Emma asked, touching his arm.
He turned his head from staring out the limo window to face her. At some point, Croft must have slipped off into his thoughts. “Yeah, honey?” he asked, dropping his arm around her shoulders.
“Are you okay? You’ve been quiet all night. We can bail on the reunion if you want and head to your parents’ house. I don’t mind,” she offered. “You know that reunions are all about seeing how time crucified the mean girls and jocks,” she added, laughing.
NO FREAKING WAY! If he didn't get to see her in this element, there’d be no rest for the wicked. It would slowly eat away at him until he went insane from jealousy.
“No, that’s okay, honey. I was just tying up some loose ends in my head. You know how busy it was at work before we left.”
She didn't believe him for a single second. The man who never lied, just committed his own cardinal sin. She was pretty sure of it. Tucking her red hair behind her ear, she opted to let him get away with it.
For now…
“Okay, babe. Hey, there’s my old school,” she said, running her fingers through the gray which peppered Greyson’s hair above his ears. When he smiled warmly, Emma opted to relax. Greyson deserved a few minutes of privacy, even if it drove her crazy.
Staring over at the large building, he was ready to get this night started. “Wow, it’s pretty big,” he said, as their limo pulled to a stop.
When the driver came around, Greyson helped his wife out.
“Yeah, most of the city kids came here,” she offered, linking her hand through his. He looked so handsome tonight in his dark suit with the black shirt beneath, open at his throat. It gave Emma chills, making her want to climb all over him. If anything, being married to the Director of the FBI in Vegas had its rewards. In all honesty, the perk was the sexy scenery. He was
one hell of an adult playground, and she owned the property.
As they approached the door, a bunch of people stared over at them, whispering and pointing.
“What?” he asked her, lowering his voice.
“I guess they heard that Emma Starling hitched up with a powerful, sexy man,” she offered, winking.
Croft laughed. If anything, she was the alluring one. His wife had picked a simple black wrap dress that clung to every curve of her body. The sparkly heels made her legs look super long. So desirable in fact, that he wanted to spend an hour licking his way up them.
Okay, maybe two.
“Yeah, well we better get inside before they mob us,” he said, grinning.
That was a pretty good idea, since a few of the women appeared to be checking out her husband.
Yeah, let them try. She may look little but truth be told, Emma would kick anyone’s ass if they made a pass at her man.
After checking in, they found name tags, and other people who Emma had once called friends. There were hugs, laughter, and introductions all around. Everyone already knew her husband, because he was always all over the news.
In fact, so was she.
They were the ‘King and Queen of Vegas’, and a power couple. There wasn’t a day that went by where someone didn't want to know something new about their lives. From his suit, to her shoes, nothing was off limits. They’d even been asked when they were going to start a family. It was more proof that the newspapers and reporters were a bunch of rabid dogs.
It still boggled their minds. They were just Emma and Greyson. They got dressed the same exact way everyone else did.
Who would have known it would explode like this?
Certainly not them.
After finding a table, getting some wine, and mingling with the other alumni, Greyson Croft spotted one of the men from Emma’s past.
Well, well, well, here came the jock from the pictures, and he was smiling a little too brightly for his own well-being. Yeah, this should be fun.
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