Beth gasped against Morgan’s mouth and began unfastening his pants with hands that shook. She needed them naked. Now.
“Shoes, Garret,” Morgan growled, impatience and hunger in his voice. Garret’s hands caught her bare waist and lifted her right off the floor. Morgan grabbed each of her pumps and pulled them off one by one, tossing them across the room to land with a thump. A moment later, her slacks sailed after them, leaving her blessedly naked. The minute Garret set her down, she turned and went for his fly. She had to struggle with it because his cock was so hard.
The two men were happy to give her a hand with that, though Garret had to pause to get rid of his own shoes as Morgan shed his pants.
Finally they dropped naked down onto Morgan’s nest of pillows. The big man bent to take one taut nipple in his mouth as Garret moved in behind her, arms sliding around her. One hand caught her chin, turned her face toward him until he could take her lips. Beth groaned as heat whipped through her.
Beth tangled her hands in Morgan’s hair, relishing the feel of the rough silk in her hands. She let one hand drop down to the tight muscle of his shoulder, then let her fingers drift to his shoulder blades, then down to the hollow of his spine. He purred under her caresses like a great cat, and she purred back even as Garret’s tongue and dueled hers.
She could feel the need surging through them, saw with their eyes how the fire gilded her breasts and spilled gold over her skin.
Her arousal leaped high, stoked by the fierce growing need of her men. Her men. Last week, the idea of having one of them would have been more than she’d dare dreamed of. But both? Luckiest bitch on the planet.
Morgan’s dark eyes flicked up toward hers. He let go of her nipple long enough to grin. “Actually, I think we’re the ones who are lucky.”
“Maybe we’re all lucky,” she said in the link, as her tongue swept an erotic dance with Garret’s. He reached around her to caress her right breast as Morgan suckled the left. His skilled thumb flicked over the peak, sending a wash of delicate pleasure through her body.
Morgan reached down, cupped her pussy in his hand. Pressed, and rotated its heel to give her clit some teasing pressure.
Garret began kissing way down to her chin, the angle of her jaw, nipping at her skin with his fangs. She let her head fall back against his chest, groaning at the storm of arousal and delight her men sent swirling over her. Glorying in it, she danced her fingers down the muscular contours of Morgan’s biceps, enjoying the contours of hard muscle against her fingertips. She slid one hand under his chest as he bent, still suckling, brushing her fingers through soft, curling body hair to find an erect male nipple. Beth strummed it delicately, and he rewarded with a growl of arousal.
“I think it’s time I find out just how wet I can make you,” Morgan said, and caught her by the hips.
As he lay back on the rug, pulling her with him, she read his intent in his thoughts and grinned. “Naughty.”
“Every fucking chance I get.” He grinned wickedly.
Laughing, Beth turned her back to him, then swung a leg over to straddle his face. She bent down until her mouth was inches from his erect cock, even as he pulled her ass down so he could reach her pussy. Taking the thick shaft in hand, she angled it upward and began to lick in long strokes as if it were a particularly delicious candy cane. Morgan’s long fingers grasped the cheeks of her backside, spreading her wide as he went to work on her clit.
“Wait a minute now -- I want to play too.” Garret straddled her calves, bent and began to lap between her labia, the two men nose to nose as they started eating her out.
The fiery sensation of two skillful tongues working her sex made Beth gasp around Morgan’s cock. Shivering, she fed still more of him into her mouth and cupped his full, round balls in her hand. Morgan closed his mouth over her clit, suckling greedily as Garret slid his tongue inside her cunt in long, wet, slooow strokes.
For a delicious eternity, they concentrated on driving each other absolutely insane, the pleasure bouncing from mind to mind, increasing and intensifying on every pass.
Beth could almost see it glowing with incandescent heat between her thighs. Whimpering, maddened, she rolled her hips against their faces.
Morgan reached beneath her to find her nipples. He squeezed, rolled, twisted and milked as she quivered, muscles jerking from the erotic pleasure of the dual assault on her senses.
Without warning, Garret slid two fingers up her ass. She jerked convulsively at the hot pleasure-pain and cried out around the cock filling her mouth.
“Ready to be fucked?” he demanded, corkscrewing the little hole with a ruthless twist of his fingers.
“God, yes!” Beth sent in the link, sucking Morgan’s cock with all the force she could manage. The pleasure that surged through the link was so raw and feral, it was all she could do not to yowl.
“Just wait,” Garret told her, pulling away from her sex and taking his long cock in hand to aim it for her creamy cunt. He drove inside hard, knowing she was more than ready for it.
The sensation of being filled so completely made Beth gasp around Morgan’s thick shaft.
With a rumble of approval for her reaction, Garret hilted himself with casual strength. The breathtaking penetration might have hurt if Morgan hadn’t been licking her clit with such with wicked skill. A shudder ran the length of her body at the delight searing her mind from every direction.
“Very nice,” Garret purred, letting all three of them savor the sensation of his cock buried so deep in her sex. Sliding his thumb up her backside, he gave her a long, slow pump and grinned at her mental yelp. “You’ve got a really tight ass,” he told her, adding a second finger to stretch her wide. “I’m looking to fucking it.”
An image flashed through the link -- Beth, sandwiched between the two of them as they slowly screwed her fore and aft. The image made her eyes widen. “I don’t think so!”
Morgan laughed against her sex and gave her a wicked swirl of the tongue. “Count on it, love.”
With that, Garret started riding her in long, deep thrusts, pressing his way to the balls with each lunge. Meanwhile, Morgan punctuated the slow reaming with flicking licks across her clit. Her mouth stuffed full of cock, all Beth could do was groan. Between Garret’s shaft, Morgan’s tongue, and his clever fingers working her nipples, she felt as if she was drowning in honeyed fire.
She had no idea who started to come first, but when it happened, the climax rippled through all three of them. Morgan’s come pulsed into her mouth as Garret slammed to the balls and roared, his cry mixed with her own muffled scream of pleasure.
“Ours!” one of them growled into the link, fiercely possessive.
“Yours,” she agreed breathlessly. “And mine.”
The word rolled between them, bouncing back and forth between their minds, hot and satisfied and almost glowing with pleasure. “Ours.”
For all time.
Angela Knight
Angela Knight’s romance writing career began in 1996, when she realized her dream of romance publication with Red Sage’s Secrets anthology. She is a New York Times best-selling author of more than fifty novels, novellas, and ebooks, including the Mageverse and Time Hunters series. Her career spans twenty plus years, earning her a Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine Career Achievement award in Paranormal Romance, as well as two Reviewers’ Choice awards for best erotic romance and best werewolf romance.
Angela is currently a writer, editor, and cover artist with Changeling Press LLC. She also teaches online writing courses with SavvyAuthors. In addition to her fiction work, Angela’s writing career includes a decade as an award-winning South Carolina newspaper reporter. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a thirty-year police veteran and detective with a local police department.
Angela at Changeling: changelingpress.com/angela-knight-a-26
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