Page 62 of Fated Redemption
Behind her a second finger joined the first. She paused again and breathed slowly out her nose.
“That’s it, Abby, relax, you’re doing great.” Rhys’s voice was encouraging.
Moe used his other hand to reach around and play with her clit. She moaned which had Rhys throwing his head back as vibrations danced along his dick.
By the time Moe was up to three fingers she was pushing back against him eager for something more. More friction against her clit, something inside her, her body needed more.
“She’s ready, Moe,” Rhys said, and raised Abby off his prick. Gently he pulled her forward until she was straddling his waist. She lowered herself on his cock and together they moaned.
“Damn she’s tight. Moe, you’re going to have to hurry,” Rhys said through clenched teeth.
Abby felt movement behind her as Moe got closer. His large, warm hand was suddenly between her shoulder blade, bending her over Rhys’s body.
“Now, we’re both going to fuck you so good, Abby, you’ll be feeling us inside of you for days.” Rhys twisted one nipple as Moe pushed his way inside her dark entrance. The head of his cock was much wider than his fingers and rubbed every sensitive spot as he pushed his way in.
“I can feel your cock, Moe. God, I can feel you both. It’s like heaven.” Rhys’s body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
The bonds between the three of them were wide open. Their lust compounded as each one felt what the other was experiencing.
“Harder, she wants it harder,” Rhys said, voicing the request that she couldn’t.
Moe thrust harder and harder, riding both her body and through her Rhys’s.
“That’s it big guy, fuck us both. We’re yours, your mates,” Rhys whispered. It was as if he knew what those words would do.
Moe lost control and pounded as hard as he could deep in her ass. The loss of control drove Rhys’s lust higher and he swelled harder inside her. Both men were moving in tandem filling her over and over again.
“Mine!” Moe roared and bent over to bite the side of her neck. The scent of blood triggered Rhys’s orgasm and he latched onto the other side of her neck.
Abby screamed out her pleasure as wave after wave shook her. The longer they drew blood the longer the orgasm seemed to last. After was seemed like forever Moe pulled back. Between her legs she felt streams of hot cum drip down her thighs from both men. Rhys pulled his fangs from her neck and licked the bite before collapsing back onto the bed.
Slowly Moe pulled out of her. She shuddered as small mini orgasms rocked her. Rhys moaned as each orgasm had her clenching around his cock.
Moe gently lifted her off of Rhys and lay her down beside him. He went to the bathroom and came back with washcloths. He handed one to Rhys, but kept the other one as he gently wiped her down. When they were finished cleaning up he took both cloths back to the bathroom and joined them on the bed.
“Well, we may be getting those kids earlier than we planned. We keep forgetting to use birth control.” Abby yawned.
“Fine by me,” Moe said, and snuggled his nose against the back of her neck.
“Me too.” Rhys yawned and wrapped his arms around her and Moe.
Abby closed her eyes. Through their bond she had not only felt their lust, but their love. Both men loved her and she them. Smiling, she let the afterglow of their pleasure sweep her under, secure that both of her mates were really hers.
Chapter Twelve
“Girl, if you keep showing up with bite marks we’re going to have to sign you up for blood transfusions.” Felix laughed at Abby.
Moe grinned at his mate’s embarrassment. She looked adorable with pink cheeks. They were back at the diner since no one could or felt like cooking. He and Abby were picking up dinner for Rhys who had declared himself exhausted and decided to stay in bed to wait for their return.
It was a weekday so the bar would be opening a bit later than usual. As the owner, Moe decided he could open and close whenever he wanted. They were also picking up dinner for Peyton who had started a new zombie game.
Moe looked around. It seemed like they weren’t the only ones who had forgone making dinner. The diner was packed, and more than one mate was sporting bite marks.
“Yeah, well, look who’s talking? Your hickey has definite indentions.” Abby stuck her tongue out at Felix, who laughed.
“Damn right. It’s not good unless they mark their territory.” He winked.
Abby looked around the diner. “Where’s Rebecca?” she asked.
