Page 15 of Naughty Wishes

“Jesus. Fuck. She’s hot.” Aiden thrusts so deep I choke. He lets out a ragged groan and I feel his climax, his cock pumping in my throat.

He pulls out just as I am on the verge of panic, and I suck in a deep breath. Dan retreats with a low groan that tells me he hasn’t had his release.

“Dan?”

“Later, sweetheart.”

I collapse on the bed, roll to my back. Aiden and Dan settle down on either side of me. Dan is still erect, his thick, hard cock resting on his belly.

“I was surprised when you called your limit, Dan.” Aiden runs his hand idly over my body, tracing my curves, my breasts, the soft down of my needing-to-be-waxed mound. “You’re damn possessive. I didn’t pick that up when we first met.”

“I didn’t know I still felt that way,” Dan says. “After that first kiss, it took a lot of restraint not to pick you up and toss you through the window.”

“Well, then I’ll enjoy Kylie while I can.” Aiden leans over and brushes a kiss over my cheek.

They touch me while we chat about the town, the people we know, sports and vacations in which we share an interest. Hands on my breasts, fingers on my pussy, lips on my skin. The entire experience is almost surreal. Dan’s shaft presses into my side, and soon I am wet, throbbing, and needing to come all over again.

“Play time is over,” Dan says abruptly.

“I didn’t think you’d make it this long.” Aiden pulls on his clothes and gives me one last kiss on the cheek. “Best I’ve had without doing the deed.”

“Thank you for coming.” I don’t know what else to say. Miss Manners doesn’t cover ménages in her books.

He looks over at Dan and nods. “Thanks for sharing her. Call me anytime.”

After the front door closes, Dan cups my jaw with his hand. “First and last time. I can’t handle sharing you again.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“Revival almost lost a dentist.” He rolls on top of me, his forearms braced on either side of my head. “You’re mine, Kylie. Part of me got off watching you get off, but the other part wanted to tear him apart limb from limb. You belong to me. Your body, your soul, your pleasure. Mine.”

Exhilaration soars through me. He wants me, loves me. Just the way I am.

“And you’re mine,” I whisper, but he is caught up in the moment, soaring on his alpha high.

“You don’t kiss other men.” Dan lifts my chin and gives me a look that makes my stomach quiver. “You don’t want other men. You don’t fuck other men. Especially men like him.” His mouth descends on mine, hard and rough. Claiming. Possessing. “I should spank your ass for the way you kissed him, but I want you too damn bad.” He tweaks my nipple, then gives it hard pinch. “I was going to be gentle, make love to you once we were alone, but I can’t hold back. I need to know you’re mine, Kylie. I want my mark on you and my cock inside you and my name on your lips when I make you scream.”

His words, his tone, the raw need and desire in his voice, all make my insides melt and my folds swell and throb. “I’d like that.”

“Fuck.” He lifts my leg up to his shoulder, spreading me wide, and then he thrusts into me so hard my back arches off the bed. “Look what you fucking do to me,” he growls. “You drive me out of my fucking mind.” He buries his head in my neck, gently biting the sensitive skin, then he sucks it hard between his teeth. Pleasure mixes with pain, and I gasp with his every groaning thrust. Heat spreads through me, beating back the remains of the chill that settled in my heart over the last few years. My hands slip from his shoulders, unable to grip. My eyes close, unable to see. I am surrounded by him. Taken. Possessed. Loved.

“Let it go. Let it go for me.”

He slides his hand between us to stroke my clit, his fingers rough on my sensitive tissue, and the fierce coil inside me comes undone in a blinding surge of electric pleasure. My hips buck against his hand, and he strokes me into another violent release that strips me of everything but the feel of his thick cock filling me, pounding against my womb.

“Kylie.” He gives a deep growl and stiffens, his fingers tight on my hips as he climaxes with short, hard jerks inside me.

For a long minute, he doesn’t move, then he leans down and kisses me lightly. “I gave you a damn good hickey,” he says. “You’re gonna have trouble hiding that at work.”

“I’m more worried about hiding it from the boys.”

He gives a satisfied grunt, then rolls to his back, pulling me into his side. I rest my head on his broad chest, nuzzling his hair. Was it only two days ago that I lay far away on the other side of the bed, waiting for him to turn off the light?

“I’ll aim lower next time.” His fingers brush over the sore spot on my neck, already sensitive to touch. “I plan to keep you permanently marked.”

“How about something simpler?” I lean up to nuzzle his jaw, rough with a five o’clock shadow. “Like a pendant that says, ‘Keep off’ or ‘My woman.’”

“Maybe for your next birthday.” He caresses my breast, glides his hand over my curves, brushes his fingers over my mound. The way he touches me—soft, lingering caresses—makes me feel beautiful. Desired. Loved.

“This one is going to be hard to beat,” I whisper.

“Because you got a dentist?”

“No.” I lean up and kiss him, soft and sweet. “Because I got you back.”

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