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Oh. My. God.
I’m doing this.
And it feels so good.
“Do it. Make her feel good,” Sire demands. “Make her come while I fuck her ass.”
Loch licks his lips, focused on where I’m receiving, waiting, taking, trusting.
He circles the vibrating wand over my clit, making me cryout, lust exploding through my veins as Sire grunts, driving his thick cock all the way inside my ass.
It’s all white light and no noise except my scream while my orgasm is sweet destruction. I convulse with every sensation and none but the overwhelming pressure, the pleasure ripping my breath and vision away.
“Remember, Wren…” Loch’s throaty, aroused voice nears, his lips tenderly pecking my hot cheek. “You’re one of my queens, too. Always.”
His warm lips retreat, leaving his deep vow on my skin. My heart beats, happy.I believe Loch. I trust him.
In a pleasure haze, I watch Loch take a seat, close his eyes, and toss his chin back. He plunges his fist into his pants, stroking his hard cock.Alena. He needs her right now.It’s so sweet. So hot.
“More, Angel?” Sire holds me, his lips pressed to my ear. “Tell me. Tell us what you want.”
“More,” I beg, aching for this. “Double penetration. Please.”
There.
I said it.
I want it.
Now.
“Jace,” Sire calls another brother, and I moan, loving my husband even more. Trying to believe this is my life. My pleasure. My world, where so many men are devoted to me. Where so many women adore and support me.
I went from nothing and no one—last Christmas, I cried, shivering alone in a tent—to everything shared with so many. To a love with Sire I never knew was possible.
Joyful tears well in my eyes. I can barely focus on the sight of Jace standing before me.
Good God, he’s so brutally beautiful,too.
With a tender, gruff voice, Jace asks, “You sure you want this, little one?”
What’s little? Not Jace’s body. Not his colossal inked hand, stroking his swollen dick. Like his brothers, he’s wearing a sexy dark suit, so there’s nothing little about my desire either.
“I… I…”
This sudden feeling in my chest. What is it? It’s not fear. I know what love is, too. I feel it everywhere in Sire’s warm touch, holding me, claiming half of me.
So what is this new light, beaming inside my soul?
Is it trust? Belief? Lust? Power? Some unnamed bond? They tumble together while I’m silenced by emotions, staring up at Jace.
“I’ll go slow.” He thumbs my cheek. “Just say what you want.”
“Double penetration,” I say it again, confidence finding my voice. “With my husband. With you. That’s what I want.”
Desire flashes across Jace’s eyes. Snatching a condom from the nearby table, he rolls one on. I’m so stretched by Sire. So overwhelmed by his thick dick, filling my ass, I have no idea how Jace will fit.
But I want to try. I scan our audience, their eyes hooded with desire, wanting to watch us try, too.
