Page 26 of Running with Direwolves
“Oh! Yes, there.” She curled her toes and fisted his sweater. “Please, Tarl.”
“You don’t have to say please, we’re going to give you what you need,” Grady said pulling back a fraction to look down at her body. “We’re always going to give you everything you need.”
She nodded and watched as Grady trailed his finger over her flat stomach, over her pubic hair, and then overtook Tarl’s finger on her clit. He then slid through her damp folds and foundher entrance.
“This where you need me?” he asked in a maddeningly calm voice.
She nodded and her breath hitched.
He smiled, just a little, a tilt of the right side of his mouth. And then he pushed into her entrance with two big fingers.
She moaned and arched her back, pressing down onto him.
Tarl circled her clit with the pads of his fingers, a slow firm caress that instantly had a pressure beginning to build.
“So fucking responsive,” Tarl murmured. “Hell, yeah.”
Sienna canted her hips, lost to the feel of their hands on her. She lifted her head and looked down between her legs. Two large male hands working her, hair-coated forearms with tendons taut, her skin pale and delicate in comparison. “Oh, fuck…” she gasped, the erotic sight imprinting itself on her brain. “Fuck, yes.”
“Come like this,” Grady said and added another finger to the two he was already fucking her with. “Come for us.”
The new denser, thicker invasion had her body turning to steel and getting ready to explode. Tarl sped up, the stimulation on her clit fast and resolute. He would not stop until she came, that was a certain.
“Squirt for us, show Grady how you come,” Tarl said.
“Oh, fuck, I don’t know … I don’t want…” The gush that wet her thighs and the bed when she’d come before was embarrassing.
“Don’t say you don’t want to, it’s fucking awesome,” Tarl said. “So damn satisfying for me to know you’re experiencing such pleasure.”
“But…”
“No buts … squirt,” Grady said. “Or we’ll keep making you come until you do.”
“As threats go, that’s not … very … compelling,” she managed. The pressure was reaching tipping point. There was so much pleasure stored up in her, and it was about to release in an almighty climax.
She held her breath, gripped both Tarl and Grady, and forced her eyes to stay open, watching their hands on her, their fingers driving her to the most wonderful type of insanity.
“Yes, yes, come…” Tarl said.
A flush of red rushed up her chest and prickled her cheeks. Her heart clattered against her sternum and then she let it release—a huge rush of ecstasy that had her crying out and bucking from the bed.
They stayed with her, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh clicking around the room. Soft heat, wetness, basted her thighs, she’d squirted again, the release of fluid adding to her pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Grady stared down at her. “My hand is soaked, you just flooded it.”
“I … I…” She was struggling for breath. Her pussy was clamping and releasing around his fingers. Over and over. Each spasm a new wave of bliss that fluttered its way around her body.
“God, yeah.” Tarl captured her mouth and kissed her, his breaths coming fast too. “You did it again.”
Sienna had no idea why this had started happening to her, though the orgasms Tarl had given her, and now this one, were very intense, very powerful. Perhaps that was the difference to her previous nothing-to-write-home-about lovers.
“When we fuck it will feel even better,” Grady said against her temple. “You’ll forget what damn planet you live on.”
Chapter Seven
Sienna lay on a fresh sheet in a lazy naked slumber after her intense orgasm at the hands of two men. She tossed words like “fugitive” and “criminal” from her thoughts and lay wrapped in Grady’s embrace.
He was holding her as though seeing her afresh, feeling something new in her. He’d mellowed since his anxiety levels about being captured had eased but this was new again, now he was positively doting.
