Their Virgin Mistress iTunes

by Shayla Black

  For so long, his purpose had been about not letting his team down. His life had been about a sport. This was real. She was real. Loving Tori Glen could be the rest of his life.

  It was everything he wanted. He even wanted this freaky turn his life had taken. Somehow it felt right to have his brothers here.

  “Did you enjoy that?” He’d loved watching her blow Rory while he’d gotten her off with his fingers. He’d never had a woman respond so readily and beautifully to him. It was like she’d been made for him, made for his fingers and mouth and cock. Made for them—for the Thurston-Hughes brothers.

  “I loved it.” She turned her face up to his, making it easy for him to capture those lips he was so obsessed with. He gave himself a moment to memorize her. She would change over the years, but he would always see her like this, his sweet love just learning about the power of her own sensuality.

  Callum knew he needed to enjoy her now because the minute she realized her power, he would be lost. He was already her slave, but at least in their bedroom, he was the Master. When he’d found BDSM, a piece of his soul had clicked into place. Now he knew why. He’d been born to be Tori’s Dominant.

  He stood, cradling her in his arms.

  “You don’t have to, but I love how you carry me around.” She laid her head against his shoulder, her blue eyes dreamy. “It makes me feel delicate.”

  “You are compared to me.” He didn’t even notice her weight, but he definitely noticed her delicate softness in his arms. And his cock was rock hard at the thought of what he was about to do. “Rory, do you want to hold our sweet sub down?”

  His younger brother was already tossing himself down on the bed. “I would love to.”

  They’d discussed how they would do this if they had the chance. Weeks of endless talk had brought them here, and Callum found his hands shook a little. He’d had sex almost every way possible, but it had never really mattered before. He’d never had it with a woman who mattered. He wanted her to enjoy it, to feel worshiped and loved. This was the start of their lives together.

  He settled Tori against his youngest brother, her back to his front. Rory cuddled their woman and it was easy to see how she gloried in the affection.

  Oliver crawled on the bed and leaned over to kiss her. Their mouths melded in a show of pure desire.

  Fuck it all. This could work. This could really work. Hope settled in his heart. Through the tribulations of the past few weeks, he’d tried to stay positive, but in the back of his mind he’d wondered if any future with Tori would really work without Oliver. Now he knew how much Tori needed him, too. Callum would move heaven and earth to keep Oliver by their side—for her.

  “You’re so beautiful, love.” Oliver kissed the tip of her nose, then sat back. His eyes were dark with desire, but his face held tenderness, too. “She’s very small. Go easy with her. I hurt her the first time.”

  Tori tangled her fingers with Oliver’s. “I’m fine. I want this.”

  And she would have it. She was surrounded by them, connected to all of them, so now he could take her. “I want this more than you can imagine. And if you’re sore tomorrow, I promise to carry you around and treat you like a princess. But right now, I’m going to worship you my way.”

  After sheathing himself with a condom, he spread her legs and made a place for himself. Anticipation pounded through him. One day, he wouldn’t wear a piece of latex. One day, he would have the right to spill inside her body. He couldn’t wait.

  Watching her intently, Callum lined up his cock and started to press inside. He concentrated on her and tried not to fixate on the fact that she was so tight, so hot, so perfect.

  Her eyes widened and she let out a sexy little gasp.

  “You’re such a goddess,” Rory whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to be the man inside you. Do you know how long I’ve waited?”

  Oliver squeezed her hand. “Relax and let Cal take over. It won’t hurt this time. He’s going to be careful.”

  Callum inched his way in, sweat on his brow. Control was the key. He had to resist the insane urge to plunge inside her again and again, to mark her with his cock. She deserved more and he was determined to give it to her.

  “It doesn’t hurt, but he’s so big. I’m so full.” Her free hand drifted up to his waist, stroking toward his backside.

  She was going to be more full. He gained another inch, moving in and out in short, controlled motions. He gradually opened her up, letting her get comfortable around him. He was anything but comfortable. In fact, Callum was sure he was going to die of pure pleasure. Her pussy pulsed around him, tempting him to let go.

  He worked until he was finally deep inside, their bodies flush. He leaned over and fused his mouth over hers, enjoying that moment when they were finally together, finally connected. This was what he’d waited for.

  “I love you.” He’d never said it to another woman and now the yellow-brick road to happiness stretched out before them. It might be enough time for him. Maybe. “Are you all right now, love?”

  She nodded. “I want to move.”

  He had to. Callum pulled out and slowly thrust back in. Every second was torture and pleasure and heaven. Another long, slow thrust had her skin flushing a delicate pink. Her nipples peaked as she wound her legs around his waist.

  Her pelvis tilted up and somehow he slid even deeper inside. He could feel his balls rubbing against her backside. They drew up, a tingle starting to build in his spine.

  He worked over her, thrusting harder and faster, letting her feel every inch of his cock. Feminine muscles squeezed tight around him. He couldn’t last. She was too hot and tight.

  “Come for us. You scream out. Don’t hold back,” Oliver commanded, his brother sounding more confident than he’d heard in forever as he toyed with Tori’s nipples.

  Her eyes flared, her whole body flushing as she screamed out her pleasure. There was no artifice or falsehood. There was no act. Callum felt her tighten, pulse, shudder as she came, her nails digging deep.

  He couldn’t hold out a second longer. He fucked her hard. He let his cock have sway, thrusting in and out, following the primitive rhythm he’d set. In response, Tori slammed her hips up, offering more and more, and he could have sworn she came again and again as he moved inside her.

  Orgasm overwhelmed his senses as he spilled himself into her. The world seemed to fall away around him except…all he could see was Tori. All he could feel or hear was Tori. The world narrowed down as he ground against her, giving her everything he had.

  He cradled her body to his. He let his hand find her breast and through the softness, he heard the pounding of her heart.

  The world seemed a perfect place and only one thing could make it better.

  The night wasn’t done. He looked up at her and winked. “I think it’s time we introduced our gorgeous girl to the anal plug.”

  Her eyes widened and joy suffused him.

  Finally, his world was perfect.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Tori woke with a start, panting. She forced herself to slow down her breathing, to drag in longer breaths. Fear tightened her whole body. Tears streamed down her face. She blinked in the shadowy dark, finally recognizing it as a bedroom in the palace. Her men lay sleeping all around her.

  She’d simply had a nightmare. Her body sagged with relief. But the visions kept playing out in her head.

  She’d had a version of this dream before, many times since she was thirteen. She’d been on the couch with her sister watching TV when the doorbell had rung. She’d followed Piper, and the sheriff had been standing there. He’d told them about their father—except he hadn’t been talking about her dad this time. Fat tears had rolled down her cheeks. Suddenly, she’d been an adult and the sheriff had told her that Callum Thurston-Hughes had been killed by an unknown assailant

  Instantly, she’d known Thea was the killer. Tori had run toward his body and that was when she’d seen Oliver and Rory locked in combat. They’d gripp
ed bloody knives in their big hands. Red dripped down their torsos. They were fighting over her.

  When they’d stabbed at one another again, she’d awakened with a start.

  Now she looked around and panicked. What had she done? The night before had been perfect and now her heart was racing for a different reason. She lay cuddled between Rory and Callum. Both men had their hands on her and she couldn’t breathe.

  She loved them. She loved them down to her soul—and that terrified her beyond anything. What if she lost them, really and truly? What if she woke up one day and they were all gone? It had happened to her before and she hadn’t been able to do anything about it. She’d been utterly helpless to do anything except bury the two people she’d loved most, her parents.

  If history repeated itself, she wouldn’t survive.

  And she couldn’t take that risk.

  To anyone else who hadn’t suffered such a loss as a kid, it would probably sound stupid, but the towering swell of dread sucked the air out of her, stained her blood with icy fear. She panicked completely at the notion of losing them.

  Tori pushed back the covers and managed to haul herself out of bed. The night before had been magical. She’d opened herself up and surrendered herself to them. Somewhere in the middle of the night, she’d given up the notion of leaving them. She wanted them. She wanted to be the center of their worlds.

  But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t risk her sanity and soul like that.

  A sob nearly tore from her throat. Tori carefully extricated herself and crawled out of the bed. What had she been thinking last night? She’d been focused on pleasure, on the drugging bliss of the touches, on their protection and adoration and…everything else that would disappear in the snap of a finger if something happened to them.

  If? Try when. Life wasn’t forever. People died. She couldn’t stop that. Besides, if she stayed with them, she would eventually tear them apart. They could handle sharing her for a night, but they were possessive. She’d seen how they fought. What happened if one of them wanted to get married legally? Or she became pregnant? How would they deal with that? Cohabitate in the same house or bed for years? No, she would eventually tear them apart and if she didn’t, she would likely be taken apart by the tabloids

  “Sweetheart, where are you going?” Rory whispered.

  She managed to clear the tangle of sheets and arms. Oliver was asleep on the other side of Callum. They all looked so gorgeous. Last night, they’d been so devoted. Tori had to bite back a cry. She couldn’t let Rory know she was upset or he would be all over her. She needed a few moments to herself. Everything that had happened in the last twelve hours had all been too much.

  “Just to the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” she said, happy that her voice betrayed none of her whirling emotions.

  “Hurry.”

  She heard him settle back on the bed. When she glanced again, his eyes were closed and his chest had taken on the rhythm of sleep once more.

  As quietly as she could, she grabbed a robe in the wardrobe and dashed to the outer rooms, refusing to look at a guard manning the hallway. From there she found her way back to her own quarters.

  Inside, Tori locked the door and tore off the robe. She made it to the shower before the sobs hit. Too much. Everything had happened so quickly. She’d closed herself off for too long and now the emotion hit her like a hurricane. She let the hot water blend with her tears and prayed she could find the strength to make the right decisions.

  * * * *

  Two hours later, Tori stared at herself in the mirror and wondered why she was such a coward. She’d woken up surrounded by the three men she loved. Her body had felt deliciously sated and she’d been so warm. She’d never slept the whole night with another body at her side. When she’d been a child, her parents sometimes cuddled her in between them when she was scared or sick. She remembered looking up at them in contentment as they kissed her before turning out the lights. Even as a young kid, she’d felt their love. With them, she’d been safe and warm.

  And she’d never imagined it could be over so swiftly.

  The terrible nightmare she’d had brought it all back—the feelings of loss, helplessness, anger, and despair. One nightmare, and she remembered all too well how easily her happiness could end.

  This was why she was a coward. She could still remember her father standing over her mother’s grave, still feel her sister’s hand in hers as they both stared with dry, aching eyes. From that moment on, they’d only had each other to count on. For all practical purposes, their dad had died with their mom. He’d just walked around for a few years more.

  She should still be in bed with the Thurston-Hughes brothers, but she’d told Rory she’d only be a minute. Then she’d dashed to her own room like a scared rabbit. This felt like junior high all over again. She intended to barricade herself in the bathroom and stay until she figured out how to handle them.

  She took a long breath and forced herself to relax. She would have to be calm with them. “Thank you for last night. It was wonderful. If we ever have time, I would love to do it again.”

  Good. Now she was the Emily Post of the ménage world.

  Maybe casual was better. “Hey, guys. How’d you sleep? Good. Catch ya later!”

  That would not go over well.

  She groaned as she sank down to a waiting chaise. Naturally, her bathroom at the palace was bigger than her London flat and came complete with a sitting room.

  As she turned to throw herself across the padded cushions, Tori winced at the soreness. She’d always been an overachiever, but three men in one night was a new high.

  Images of the previous night assaulted her. After Callum had tortured her with that damn plug, Rory made her forget how awkward it was. He’d taken her into his arms and before long, he’d been working over her. He’d kissed her while he’d thrust in and out, taking her over the edge again.

  And Oliver. Oh, Oliver had been so patient and careful as he’d possessed her body utterly. The whole night had been a long, sensual feast. One of them had always had a hand on her. One of them had always been kissing her or delving into her depths with his big cock. And when she’d fallen into an exhausted slumber, she’d done it with their arms around her. In that moment the world had felt perfect, like everything had finally fallen into place and she couldn’t ask for more.

  Until she’d had that nightmare… That terrible slap-in-the-face reminder that nothing was perfect.

  Yes, she and her men had survived one incredible night. But there was no way they could make it work in the real world. If they never left the palace again, maybe, just maybe, they could be happy for a while, but they would want to go home.

  And then all hell would break loose.

  She’d been lucky to have this one magical night the world knew nothing about. She couldn’t possibly push her luck and ask for a lifetime.

  A knock on the door jolted her out of her depressing thoughts and took her straight into some terrifying ones.

  She wasn’t ready to face them. Not at all.

  “Mindy?”

  With a sigh of relief, Tori leapt to her feet and opened the door. Piper stood there with a breakfast tray in her hand and a smirk on her face that told her someone in the palace filled her in on what had happened last night.

  Tori’s cheeks went up in flames. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Damn the palace gossip mill. That guard who had let them into the private wing likely had a big mouth.

  Piper strode in. She was still in her casual but chic loungewear. She set the tray with coffee and Danishes on the counter. “Too bad because I want the scoop.”

  And Tori really needed coffee. Well, maybe telling her sister would be good practice. She sighed and poured herself a cup. “There’s no real scoop to be had. It was a nice night. Someone should have told me about the plug though. I wasn’t ready for that.”

  Brazen. That’s what she’d be. She would plow her way through with confide
nce.

  Piper’s eyes lit up. “Oh, the plug never ends. Damn Doms. They really know how to get to a girl. Which one is the alpha Dom? It’s Rory, isn’t it?”

  “Callum.” Everyone had followed Callum’s lead. It had been a revelation to see that side of him. “If I had to put them in order, Rory’s next. Surprisingly, Oliver is the softie.”

  Piper grabbed herself some java. “I would never have guessed. So tell me what’s up with the Little Miss Jaded act?” She frowned. “Tell me you’re not going to pretend it meant nothing.”

  Her sister knew her too well. “It can’t mean anything since I’m not going back to England. I’ve decided to take a job in Dallas.”

  “You’re taking the Black Oak job? That will bore you to tears. Those men are solid pillars of the business community. They don’t need anyone cleaning up their scandals because they don’t have any.”

  The James brothers were happily married to their wife, Hannah. They were extremely careful and private. They were living a life that should make headlines. How had they managed it? Maybe keeping their secret would be part of her job.

  It shouldn’t be too hard because the James brothers got along. They were happy together. She would bet they’d never thrown a punch or gotten into a fight. They were a cohesive unit and the Thurston-Hughes brothers were a gorgeous, super-hot mess. And she loved them so much, her heart ached.

  “I know. It’s a peach of a job.” She schooled her features. The last thing she needed was Piper to think she was lying. “I can concentrate on the company and not the employees. It’s going to be good to get back to Texas.”

  Away from the three men she would spend a lifetime trying to forget.

  Piper gracefully sat on the settee. “Do they know you’re planning on leaving them after one night?”

  Somehow her sister managed to make that simple question seem very accusatory. Or maybe Tori responded to her own shame. She didn’t want forever with them. She didn’t want forever with anyone. Not anyone she loved with her whole heart. Losing them after a lifetime of love would be too horrible. She’d already endured that moment when she’d felt as if her life was over. She would never choose to go through it again.