by Lora Leigh
She knew what was coming, knew what Sebastian was preparing her for. The knowledge had excitement running rampant across her senses. Eager, fiery flashes of sensation began pulsing through her, striking with excessive pleasure with each touch.
Sebastian’s fingers rubbed over the tiny opening as she arched to him. Drawing back, his lips delivered a series of devastating kisses at her clitoris, only to ease the pressure as the blinding pulses of impending ecstasy tightened inside her. When his fingers returned to caress that hidden entrance again, they were slick, the thick lubrication he’d placed on them easing his way as he prepared her.
“I can barely wait to be inside you again. To feel you, so tight and hot around my cock,” Shane whispered.
Sebastian pierced her anal entrance with one finger as Shane spoke at her ear, sliding inside her as his tongue continued to torture her clit.
Shane’s lips covered her nipple, sucking it inside the heat of his mouth.
Sebastian worked two fingers slowly, gently, inside her rear, stretching her with wicked heat as she writhed beneath the pleasure. She was desperate for more, unable to resist the storm rising inside her or the knowledge that parts of her would never be the same.
Each slow, piercing thrust inside her anus increased the hot, overwhelming pleasure while the suckling pressure at her clit stole her breath.
“That’s it, baby,” Shane encouraged each desperate cry parting her lips. “That’s it; let him have you. Let him open you for me. Get you ready. I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll wonder how you survived without us, without being locked between us.”
But she hadn’t survived. Not intact.
Applying another heavy layer of lubricant, Sebastian’s fingers slid inside her again, stretching her further, dragging a ragged plea from her lips.
When she was certain she couldn’t handle the steadily rising sensitivity and burning pleasure another moment, Sebastian eased back, his lips no longer torturing her, his fingers no longer stretching her rear channel.
“’Bastian, don’t stop!” Her cry slipped helplessly from her lips.
“Come here, baby.” Moving, lifting her, Sebastian stretched out on the bed beside her and drew her over him. Her gaze was caught by the engorged stalk of his erection. His cock, flushed, the heavy veins throbbing beneath the tightly stretched flesh and glistening with moisture, rose from between Sebastian’s thighs as he guided her over him.
Straddling his hips, Alyssa felt the wide crown parting the saturated folds of her pussy. She braced her hands against his chest, her senses reeling with pleasure.
Sebastian’s hips shifted, the engorged head pressing into the clenched entrance of her pussy as Alyssa felt more of the slick wetness easing from her and spilling to the blunt force penetrating her.
“Ah hell, baby, I won’t last long,” Sebastian groaned as he began thrusting into the tight, clenched inner muscles. “It’s been too damned long. And I’ve been so fucking hungry for the feel of you.”
As he worked inside her, the slow, burrowing strokes stretching her, the pleasure-pain streaking through her nerve endings, she felt Shane behind her. Gentle, firm pressure pierced her rear. More of the lubricant eased his way while snug, nerve-laden muscles flexed around his fingers.
The overload of sensations was rising. Too fast. Too hot.
“You better last long enough for her to finish,” Shane warned as Sebastian worked more of his cock inside her, the intensity of the pleasure stealing her breath and her last hold on reality as her pussy clenched in tight, involuntary spasms around his cock, drawing him deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” Sebastian groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, hard thighs bunching before he gave one hard, fiery thrust, burying his erection to the hilt inside her. “Take me, ’Lyssa. Every fucking inch.”
A hard, heavy groan filled the air, meeting Alyssa’s cry of piercing pleasure.
Shane moved behind her, his hand caressing the curves of her ass. Beneath her, Sebastian stilled, the wedge of his cock parting her, throbbing inside her, and intensifying the agonizing demand raging through her senses.
“There, baby,” Shane whispered, the blunt crest of his erection tucking between her rear cheeks and pressing against that tighter entrance. “Breathe in. Give yourself to us. Give yourself to me.”
A steadily widening pressure heated every nerve ending, stretching and burning as the sensations began building. As the small entrance parted, flaring over the width of the blunt crest stretching it, Alyssa felt the sharp ecstasy and sweet burning pain building at that forbidden entrance. He penetrated the ultra-tight flesh in a possession so intimate, so overwhelmingly dominating, that the last of her defenses against them evaporated.
“Shane!…” She held on to Sebastian, quivering, perspiration gathering on her flesh, waves of brilliant, blinding sensation began lashing at her vulnerable senses.
“I have you, baby,” Sebastian answered her cry, his hand clenched at her hip, his arm secured over her shoulders to hold her against him. “You don’t have to worry about it, ’Lyssa. I have you; I won’t let you go.”
He had her. She didn’t have to hold on to her defenses; he would make sure she was safe.… He and Shane would keep the storm from destroying her completely.
Pushing into her, advancing by increments, Shane worked his cock inside her slowly. Stretching her open clenched, her pussy around Sebastian’s erection tightening further. The slow, steady possession seared her, built the demand for more until she was crying out beneath them.
Beneath her, Sebastian’s hips flexed, not exactly a thrust, more of a shift that had her back arching as she bucked against that lash of additional, brutal pleasure.
That one involuntary movement drove the flesh invading her anal passage that last inch needed, forcing the engorged head past the ultra-tight ring of muscles holding it back.
Alyssa cried out hoarsely as Shane’s hips thrust forward then, burying his cock to the hilt inside her.
“So fucking hot and tight,” Sebastian groaned. “Sweet ’Lyssa, you destroy me.” The ragged whisper was followed by a slow, sensual roll of his hips and more sensation exploding through her.
She shook her head, desperate to fight whatever they were releasing inside her soul as they penetrated her body.
Shane’s lips pressed to her shoulder, his breathing, like Sebastian’s, hard as their bodies embraced hers.
As she lay against Sebastian’s chest, her fingers laced with his now, her forehead pressed against his chest, the flames piercing her senses began to overwhelm her.
“Easy now, sweetheart,” Shane groaned behind her, hips flexing. “Oh hell, ’Lyssa, I’ve got to move now. Sweet baby, that’s it; just let us have you. We’ve got you, baby. We’ve got you.…”
Shane could feel Alyssa’s flesh milking his cock with rippling, clenching shudders he knew from experience would be gripping her pussy as well.
Desperate little mewls escaped her throat; she writhed between them, clenching on each thrust filling her sleek little body.
She was a creature of pleasure, lost in the power of the need gripping all of them, burning so hot and pure he swore she was melting his soul with her surrender.
She was close. So fucking close. The tight, milking ripples of her inner flesh were becoming snugger, hotter, and tighter as he groaned with every fierce thrust inside her hot little rear.
Taking Alyssa to the point where she opened herself so completely to them had never been quickly accomplished, or easy. What it was, was a high so addictive he’d craved it every second for the past eight years. The withdrawal had been agonizing and never-ending. And this time, only death would drag them away from her.
Sebastian could feel Shane’s movements behind Alyssa, his heavy thrusts tightening the spasms rippling through her pussy. The fist-tight grip increased to such brutal pleasure, he could feel himself losing control.
His balls were tight, drawn to the base of his cock, his testicles aching with t
he need to spill his cum inside her.
Holding her hips against the desperate, instinctive movements she made to fuck them back, Sebastian forced her tight against him. His rocking thrusts inside her pussy matched Shane’s retreat from her rear as they began thrusting harder inside her.
Fucking her was like being in the middle of a storm that swirled with ever-increasing torrents of some sensation that went so far beyond pleasure. She was better than any drug. Hotter than any liquor. She was the pinnacle of sweet, carnal delight.
Holding her to him, forcing her swollen clit into position where every thrust ensured that little bud experienced maximum sensation, he felt the edge of rapture looming, pulling them all to that violent, consuming end that remade them each time Alyssa pulled them over it.
Rolling his hips against her, Sebastian’s thrusts steadily increased, synchronized perfectly with Shane’s. A natural, primal rhythm that needed no thought, asked for no restraint. Just her pleasure. Just her fucking pleasure wrapping around his soul—
Oh fuck— She was coming. Sweet perfect heaven, so tight around his cock Sebastian swore he saw stars. The fierce grip of her pussy milked his cock with deep, contracting shudders, destroying his ability to delay his release.
“Oh yes, love,” Sebastian groaned. “That’s it, sweet ’Lyssa. God, I love fucking you.… Buried so tight–fucking destroy me.”
There was no warning, no way to anticipate the sudden, explosive orgasm that locked her pussy around his cock, snug muscles rippling around him, her hot juices spilling over the engorged crown and sending his senses into white-hot rapture.
Sebastian was only distantly aware of Shane’s suddenly tortured groan. Through the thin walls separating the two channels he was aware of the pulse and throb of Shane’s erection as he spilled himself into the gripping depths of Alyssa’s rear.
Alyssa’s pussy flexed around his cock again, rippling, clenching, breaking the last hold he had over his senses. The quick, agonizingly ecstatic release slammed through him, sending his semen jetting to the suckling depths of the sweet pussy rippling around the pulsing shaft.
Each blinding ejaculation shooting from his cock sent jolts of sizzling rapture streaking from his balls, up his spine, and into the base of his skull, where the jolts detonated in pure rapture.
Then, sweet mercy, there it was, his addiction … that high rushed over him, burning through his senses and slamming to the depths of his being. His head fell back, his hips jerking hard against her, that feeling rushing through him, surging through his entire body in a slow, rapturous wave of pure white sensation.
Alyssa knew there was no place left to hide.
Brilliant, blinding sensation ripped down the walls, tore aside her defenses, and left her bared. Pleasure raced through all the hidden places, pulling free the emotions she’d fought to hide, intensifying each detonation of ecstasy flooding her senses in brilliant, arcing waves.
She was the center of the storm. Held in place, secure, given the freedom to fly.
This was what she felt lost without. This completion. This … In the arms of the lovers she couldn’t deny, couldn’t forget. Lost within a pleasure she knew would eventually destroy her and one she knew she couldn’t resist as long as they were near.
She couldn’t hide herself.
She couldn’t hide the ecstasy that slammed through her in surging waves, or the climatic rush of euphoria whipping through her.
It went so far beyond pleasure that it was frightening. It was unlike any orgasm she’d ever read of, ever overheard other women speaking of.
This was why she felt as though she were slowly dying without them. This … pleasure? Addiction? She’d never understood it, never made sense of it, and in that moment she didn’t care if she never understood it. As long as she had it. As long as she had Shane and Sebastian.
20
She’d waited for them.
The knowledge that she’d deliberately placed her life on hold waiting for them wasn’t some sudden revelation. The signs had been there all along. The awareness of it had always been there.
Facing it, acknowledging it, was something else entirely.
She had known she was waiting. She had known, in that part of herself she’d locked down so tight, that they would have never willingly left her. She had known. And she’d been unable to face it, because facing it would have made being away from them unbearable.
As being away from her had destroyed both Shane and Sebastian.
That sense of them she had in Barcelona hadn’t been a fantasy. The awareness of their love for her hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. It had been real.
And it left her facing the knowledge that the risk of it happening again would always be there unless she managed to tame the untameable, and train the untrainable. God, talk about needing a miracle.
As she sat at her desk and went through mail, those emotions pulled and tugged at one another, demanding satisfaction, acceptance, and she was damned if she knew how to fix either problem. She couldn’t satisfy her need for answers, and she hadn’t yet been able to accept that they hadn’t trusted her enough to allow her to face that fight with them.
She understood their need to protect her; what she didn’t understand was the unspoken idea that if they had revealed the truth to her she would have somehow endangered herself or their attempt to learn the identity of the blackmailer.
That one pissed her off and kept her in a state of near anger where her lovers were concerned.
“They’re going to drive me crazy,” she muttered under her breath. “I can feel the nervous breakdown getting closer.”
With a shake of her head she put aside the stack of mail to answer and turned to her laptop. The buzz of a text message coming from her phone had a grimace pulling at her lips.
She had inherited her lack of interest in text messages from her mother no doubt.
Picking up the device, she stared at the screen for a moment. Just to make certain she was reading it correctly.
You were warned!
She stared at the message, the “unknown” listing of the number, and felt outrage explode inside her.
Like hell! She’d be damned if she was going to deal with this now. Shane and Sebastian were making her crazy enough. They did not need any help.
Jumping from her chair, she rushed to the door and jerked it open. A sudden blast behind her catapulted her into the hall and threw her into the wall across from her office with enough force to steal her breath and leave her crumpling to the floor.
Fighting to inhale as sirens began blaring around her, the sounds blasting through her ears, Alyssa struggled to draw air into her lungs. The force of the blow combined with the smoke rolling from her office made breathing a bit more difficult. She was going to kill whoever did this. Dammit, Dr. Brennan was going to bring that Amazon, Nurse Shaw, back and make her life hell. She couldn’t handle it.
She wasn’t going to handle it.
Emergency lights cast a red glow around her, making it harder to see through the heavy smoke, disorienting her before she placed her forehead against the floor, drawing in what little fresh air could be found.
Oh God, she hurt now.
Hell, the other bruises hadn’t healed yet.
A painful, furious groan escaped her as her fist clenched, her teeth grinding in fury.
She was going to kill someone.… She swore she was.
“Alyssa!”
“Alyssa, where are you!”
“Dammit, ’Lyssa, where are you?”
She lifted her hand, almost laughing at the thought that there wasn’t a chance in hell they could see her.
“’Lyssa, answer me!” Shane said. And he sounded really put out.
Spanish curses were ripping through the air and when Sebastian was cursing in Spanish, it was a sure indication he was seriously losing all that patience he swore he had. Not that she saw a lot of proof of it.
’Bastian was cursing harder than he had the day the
y learned she had a penchant for climbing.
She tried to call back to him, only to begin coughing violently in reaction to the smoke she drew into her lungs.
Oh, just let her get her hands on whoever did this. Coughing up smoke hurt, dammit.
“Alyssa!” Hard hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her up into a broad chest and quickly moving from the oxygen-deprived area and into the back courtyard.
As she drew in fresh air, another coughing fit wracked her chest from the abrasive smoke still lingering in her lungs. Spanish curses were still filling the air, which only pissed her off because she couldn’t have a little hissy fit herself for the wracking spasms ripping her lungs apart.
“Here.” A plastic oxygen mask was pushed over her face, pure oxygen spilling to her lungs as she breathed in, tears pouring from her eyes from the stinging effects of the smoky hallway.
“What happened?” Batting the mask away a second later, she lifted her head from where it had dropped to the hard shoulder it was resting against.
Sebastian’s shoulder. He’d taken a seat on one of the large, comfortable iron chairs spread out around the shaded courtyard outside the offices at the back of the house.
“We’re not sure yet.” Shane tried to push the mask over her face again.
“Get that away from me.” Pushing it aside again, she stared up at his face, watching as he checked the area, eyes narrowed, taking notice of each and every person gathered outside with them.
“My office was blown up.” She turned to Sebastian. “A text came into my phone—”
“We got the text.” He nodded, watching her closely.
“Pissed me off,” she sighed. “I jumped up and headed for the door. The next thing I knew I was being thrown into the wall like some kind of damned doll. That was not fun, ’Bastian.”
Her fingers were clenched into the material of the fine cotton shirt he wore. She turned her head to glare at him. “And I swear to God, if anyone calls Dr. Brennan I’ll shoot them myself. You hear me?”
“No, I agree, that wouldn’t be fun, baby. And I hear you loud and clear.” Sebastian tightened his arms around her, his gaze tracking everyone in the yard, wondering who was stupid enough to plant an explosive device in her office. It had to have been someone in the house, because they’d just checked her office before they left her suite a few hours before.