Page 49 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

Flickering light dances across their rough, handsome features, casting shadows that seem to intensify the raw hunger in their gaze.

Both Hank and Ben stand there, their jeans straining at the seams, looking like they could devour me whole.

The thought should terrify me but instead...

My pulse races through my veins, every nerve ending on fire.

“B-B-Both of you?” I manage to stutter, my voice shaking with both fear and growing desire.

Hank’s eyes are dark as he takes a step closer to the bed, “That’s right.” His voice is low and gravelly, similar to Ben’s. He stops at the edge of the bed and reaches out a calloused hand. “Come here,” he commands, his eyes never leaving mine.

I don’t know why, but I find myself obeying him without question, walking to him, letting him pull me up so that our lips meet in a searing kiss that takes my breath away. His tongue is hot and demanding as it invades my mouth, tasting of whiskey and something darker—something primal.

He presses my naked body against his as though he savors every inch of the closeness.

As if sensing my hesitation—or perhaps reading my mind—Ben’s strong hands slide around my waist from behind. His warmth seeps into my chilled skin like he was always meant to be there.

“Jesus,” I moan into Hank's mouth as Ben's hands move along the curves of my body. His fingers trail up my spine, sending goosebumps dancing along their wake.

Hank pulls back just enough to catch my gaze, his breath hot against my lips. “You have no idea how long we’ve wanted this,” he growls before claiming my mouth again, this time with renewed fervor.

Ben's fingertips tease my nipples, causing them to harden under his touch.

My body trembles with need, caught between the forces of these two.

Hank is close enough that I can feel his erection pressing into my stomach, hard and insistent, while Ben’s cock pushes against my ass.

Without another word, Hank's big, calloused hands grip my hips and he hoists me up onto the edge of the bed, and lays me down gently. Ben kneels on the floor in front of me, his hungry eyes locked on my own as he slowly peels away the damp sheet that had provided me with modicum of modesty just moments ago.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ben breathes reverently.

Hank leans down, his lips inches from mine, his eyes burning with desire. “And all ours.”

I gasp as Ben’s warm mouth closes over my nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak before sucking it between his teeth. I arch my back, moaning as pleasure courses through every nerve ending.

At the same time, Hank runs a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and collarbone. His hands roaming over my body as if he were memorizing every dip and valley. His big, calloused hands caress me in a way that makes my toes curl.

“Oh god,” I moan as Ben's hand slides down between my thighs.

“You’re so wet for us, baby,” Hank grunts, his jeans bulging even more now than before.

A wave of arousal and self-consciousness washes over me but is quickly replaced by desire as Ben’s tongue flicks over my clit. My hips buck upwards, seeking more of his mouth.

Hank pulls away momentarily, his eyes dark with lust as he watches Ben drive me closer to the edge. He undresses in record time, revealing an erection that could rival any of the mountains outside.

Ben withdraws for a moment, looking over at his brother.

“She’s never had sex before,” he says.

The room goes still for a split second.

Hank’s eyes flicker with surprise, but it’s quickly replaced by something else—desire and determination.

“Is this what you want? To be with us?” he asks, suddenly so sweet and kind, I almost laugh at the absurdity of the question.

What I want?

It’s not like I’ve been fantasizing about them for days now, dreaming about them in the darkest recess of my mind.

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