Page 136 of Sire
This is the belief Sire mentioned. The erotic bond. We don’t need to share blood when we share our flesh. When these men prove if I trust them to be inside me, they’ll never leave.
They’ll be mine, too.
“Be gentle,” Sire growls, warning his brother.
I can feel Sire’s sweat on his pecs, his concern, his heart pounding against my back. “I want this,” I assure him.
Reading Jace’s sapphire eyes, they’re not sure, but his hard dick is, so I urge, “Please, try. I want to feel it.”
Pouring more cool lube over my waiting pussy, Jace promises, “Say stop, and I will.” He touches my chin, lifting my stare to his. “We’ll never hurt you, Wren. We’ll always take care of you. You understand?”
I nod, getting teary. Not from terror. It’s how tender Jace is. How loving Sire is, too.
“We got you, Angel,” Sire sighs over my ear, holding me against his chest. “If you like it, say so, and we’ll make sure youloveit.”
While Jace slowly teases my entrance, Sire turns my chin. Deeply, he kisses me with every ounce of love and trust between us. I’m flooded by his protection, his possession. Sharing is not something Sire will usually allow. No, he’d fucking kill someone. But he needs me to trust his brothers. To bond. To believe…
I’ll never be alone again.
Is that this feeling? This potent heat between him, me, and his brother?
Slowly laving his tongue over mine, Sire reaches down, teasing my slick clit with his fingers, while Jace breaches my entrance, pressing an inch inside me.
My gasp, instant.
“Angel.” Sire pulls back, searching my eyes. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I pant, anchored to his stare. “Yes, keep going.” I talk to my husband while his brother listens, slowly urging another inch inside me.
“God,” I groan, seeking Sire’s lips. I need the anchor of his kiss, whimpering when I feel Jace pull out, before barely pressing a few inches inside me again.
Grunting, Jace worries, “Fuuck,Wren. Fuck, you’re so damn tight. Tell me this feels good for you, too.”
Jace’s fingers start to tease my clit, too, like it’s his instinct, giving me pleasure. His fingers flutter over my clit,alternating with Sire’s, and it’s so erotic. So intimate. So goddamn …full.
That’s how this feels. Full of them. Full of their care. Full of pleasure. What are the words for this?
“Yes,” I rasp, turning my stare to Jace. “It feels so good. Give me a little more.”
Gazing down at where we’re joined, Jace clenches his granite jaw. Slowly, he drives another swollen inch inside me, the pressure and pleasure between our bodies increasing, swelling.
Clearly, Jace is aroused. He’s rock hard. But he’s holding back.
Is he worried about me? Is his heart somewhere else and in love? Is this his kink, a double penetration? Is he so alone and needing a warm connection? Some kind of sex?
Yes to all of it. I can see it flooding his bedroom eyes.
“Fuck me.” I want to take care of him, too. I can’t feel pleasure unless we all do. “Fuck me, both of you, and stretch my tiny holes. Use me. Tell me I’m a good girl, taking all this dick.”
“Fuck, Angel.” Sire’s been motionless inside me, not wanting to hurt me. Slowly, he starts thrusting. “You like this? You like being a good girl, taking two big dicks in these tight little holes?”
“Oh fuck.” Jace rolls his eyes. He starts thrusting, too. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good. You’re so fucking warm, so goddamn tight and wet.”
Jace hasn’t fucked in a long time.I can tell. All his tension, over who I don’t know, melts from his body. I touch his starched shirt, feeling his huge pecs, lax at my touch. I’m right.
“Yes,” I rasp, their dicks like shallow, slick pistons taking my body; tender in my cunt, taboo in my ass. Two men hold me, pressing their lips to my ears, their aroused breathmaking me confess, “I feel so tiny in your arms. Harder. Please. I love it.”
Sire moans, needing this too. He gets off on my pleasure. Sometimes, I think it’s all he cares about, but I care about him, too.
