Page 24 of Doubly Claimed

Chapter 9

Ginger was going to go up in flames any second now. Misha’s big firm hands held her in place while he slid his enormous cock in and out of her ass, opposite to Ross’ thrusts and retreats inside her pussy.

The feelings racing through her were intoxicating. Like if fullness was a tangible thing. Well-endowed didn’t even begin to describe their incredible cocks. Both men were gifted in that respect. And both men seemed intent on her pleasure. She’d already come once and was even now dancing along the precipice of another, even bigger orgasm.

Never like this. She’d never had two men at once. Always longed for this experience. And now she knew why. Her body was on fire. The feel of both men, their hard bodies, and big dicks stretching her, filling her to the max, was beyond words.

“Gonna come,” she moaned, her words forcing them into overdrive.

Her pussy clenched as Ross growled, his teeth scraping her chest as he pulled one nipple into his mouth with an audible pop. Fuck, that felt good.

He suckled and nibbled while Misha fucked her forbidden hole. In and out, they seesawed, working in tandem to bring her maximum pleasure. And they succeeded. When Misha had growled into her ear if she wanted to be theirs, she had no idea it would feel this good. Was glad she agreed. Theirs for the night. And why not?

“Gonna claim you now, mate,” he growled, and she nodded.

She was not one hundred percent sure what he meant, but it reminded her of those novels she liked to read. And besides, having him say those words was seriously fucking hot.

“Yes,” she returned, pushing back against him and then down onto Ross’ incredible girth.

Each move was like a step in a long march to that pinnacle she so longed for. An elusive sliver of pleasure stroked her clit as if from the inside out and she knew without a doubt, Ross had found her g-spot. Something no man had ever managed.

She tugged his face to hers, relishing the way his tongue readily tangled with hers. Rocking her hips in time with their steady movements, Ginger’s every nerve cell seemed to scream for more. More of their lips, more of their hands, more of everything. Ross’ tongue traveled down her neck, sucking, and nibbling just under her left ear. While Misha had his mouth wrapped round the other side.

Incapable of speech, she clung to her men, holding on for dear life as she felt herself peak. A glorious burst of light, and she was soaring overhead. The bubble of ecstasy surrounding them grew and grew, and burst, rendering her deaf, dumb, and blind to all but their passion.

Suddenly, pain from both sides of her neck made her flinch, but an even more amazing pleasure soon replaced it. One she’d never experienced. Gasping, writhing against them, Ross and Misha bellowed with their mouths still on her skin, bracketing her, while filling her with their cum.

Fuck, she hadn’t thought about condoms, but she was on the pill. That was good. She thought briefly until her mind went numb from the myriad of sensation that seemed to pour over her like wave after wave. She was drowning, suffocating in a sea of pleasure. Until finally, she could breathe again.

Emotions pounded her, but it was like they were coming from Misha and Ross. Attraction, need, desire, caring, and a possessiveness she’d never experienced. But far from scary, she welcomed each sentiment, reflected many of them herself. How could this be? She wondered and slumped against the men. Some post orgasmic telepathy? Ginger wanted to smirk at her fancy, but she couldn’t move a muscle.

The bracelet on her wrist burned, and her heart seemed to swell with affection and, oh, so much happiness. The steady beating of two hearts, one pressed to her front, the other to her back, comforted her as she fell into blissful sleep.

She woke up some time later, on a soft mattress with two big, naked, warm bodies on either side of her own naked form. Shit. This part was going to be awkward, she thought as she blinked herself awake. Well, at least they didn’t snore.

Ginger slid out of bed, careful not to jostle her two lovers. Heat suffused her cheeks at that random thought. OMG. She did it. She had a threesome. And with two of the hottest guys she’d ever seen.

But it was more than that, she realized as her heart squeezed inside her chest. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she tried to stem the flow as she wandered into their small beachfront yard to find her dress and panties with only a towel to cover her against the morning sun.

Two enormous arms wrapped around her waist and she yelped loudly before being swung up and around to see Misha’s fierce gaze. His amber eyes were lit up like a beacon, and she wondered at what she saw there. The image of an enormous Bear appeared in her mind. And he was pissed.

Ginger frowned at him. No way was she going to let this guy intimidate her regardless of how attracted she was to him.

“Do you mind?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Where do you think you are going?”

“Back to my room. My sisters are probably worried about me,” she said, though to be honest she wouldn’t mind round two with them both before she had to say goodbye.

“What do you mean goodbye?” Ross appeared and bent to retrieve her things while Misha carried her back inside.

“Well, I mean...” She wiggled in his grip, but the big man didn’t seem inclined to put her down.

“Misha, I think our mate would like you to release her,” Ross said, but he wasn’t smiling.

“Why do you keep calling me that? Mate? Is it like a pet name or something you two use when you do this?” she asked.

“What?”

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