Page 123 of Forbidden Heroes

A massive cock is deep inside my pussy slamming home with powerful thrusts. Each time my lover sinks in I cry out with so much pleasure racing through my body.

“You have to understand something, sweetheart. We might like to share among ourselves, but there will never be another man but us.”

Warren’s voice is primal, possessive. I have to focus on the words, really focus.

They pass me to my next lover and I brace myself over the back of the couch. Thank God it’s stuffed to capacity or this little game of theirs would leave bruises. But my men always take better care of me than that.

“Never,” I assure them. My chest shakes from the force of my heavy breathing.

“We’ve already lived that. Never again. You’re ours.”

Another lover? They’ve shared before.

“Is there anyone else?”

I find it hard to speak but Daemon doesn’t care. He pounds into me, thrusting through my juices and sending me into an orgasm so hard I can’t breathe, can’t speak...only feel the millions upon millions of cells in my body ignite.

“Come, sweetheart. Now!”

“No,” I scream through my climax. My pussy pulsates so hard I can barely find my voice. “No,” I say again with more conviction.

My eyes fly open but before I can take in all of what they’ve revealed, Erik has a demand of his own. “Turn around. On your knees. Mouth open,” he commands with a voice so full of heat I don’t dare disobey.

They are breathing as hard as I am. I fall to my knees on the polished marble. All three fist their angry cocks, pumping them furiously. The second I open my mouth hot shots of cum spill over my tongue, breasts and belly.

For long seconds they continue to work their lengths until I am wearing every last drop of their sperm.

I blush scarlet as they take in the sight of me covered in their milk. Claimed again. I will tell them about my father, but not yet. It’s not time.

Erik reaches to pull me out of the floor, but I don’t take his hand. Instead I crawl back.

“I’ll be right there. I just need a minute. Please.”

All three slowly turn and enter a room off to the side.

I need a second to process everything they’ve just told me. They called me theirs. No one has ever said that to me before. Pushing my heart out of my throat I also cling to other words. Ones that stung. They’ve shared other lovers. Of course they have. I can’t be so naive as to think I am the only one. But it stings nonetheless.

I have no claim on them and words are tricky. What they say in the height of passion doesn’t always mean what my brain and heart want them to mean. I grab my phone and snap a quick shot of the moment in time all three professed I belonged to them; that I am wanted.

I stand and pad my way into the bedroom. I can’t let myself get swept away by beautiful scenery, the best sex of her life and something that is meant to only be a winter fling.

The second I enter the bathroom they pull me in and take turns washing different parts of me. After, they want to dry me off but I shoo them away.

“I got this. Promise.”

Warren hangs back, so many questions buried in his gaze. His lips are drawn tight and I notice the hurt on his face.

“Later, okay?” I’ve come to depend on them always being there for me, doing things for me and it’s a dangerous addiction I can’t afford. My heart is already open to them. Much more and I’ll be in love. A realization that has my head spinning.

He watches me with dark eyes and I know he’s mentally warring with giving me space or demanding I give him the answers he wants. Finally, after a long minute he gives a curt nod and leaves me to myself.

I forgo clothes and crawl to the middle of the bed exhausted. The curtains are drawn, I have no idea what time it is but I need sleep. I faintly feel each kiss me before I fall into oblivion.

Sometime later I wake to find the room blanketed in black. The only source of light is a small sliver of space through the cracked door.

I grab my phone and quickly check the time. My eyes are blurry at first but I quickly come awake when I hear a voice outside the room.

I ease my way to the door and it’s Erik.

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