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He pulled her mouth to his, “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “Far too long.”

“Prove it.” He ordered in a guttural challenge, pulling her down as he thrust into her.

Darla leaned into him and pumped against him, lost in a frenzy of need, riding him, kissing him, until with a guttural sound of pleasure, he exploded inside her. The sound, the look of pleasure on his face, drove her wild.

She bucked against him, ground herself against the hard pulse of his contracting cock, the climb to the edge controlling her until she fell over, tumbled with a sucked-in breath, her voice lost as her womb shattered into spasms that shook her to her very core. She fell against Jacob, burying her facein his neck, kissing his neck.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her hair, his hand so gentle—such a contrast to the wildness, the rough dark hunger she’d seen in him only moments before. She loved that contrast, devoured it with tender kisses on his jaw.

Behind her, Marcus began trailing his lips over her back, his hands caressing as gently as Jacob’s were, turning more sensual, exploring her body, until he slowly eased her to a sitting position and drew her back to his chest. Jacob was still inside her, his dark stare watching her, as Marcus stroked her breasts, arousal bleeding into Jacob’s features, into her body where he thickened. Jacob began pumping into her again, and she lost herself, wasn’t even sure when or how she was on her side, Marcus at her back, Jacob at her front.

“My turn,” Marcus said, his cock pressing the seam of her backside. She gasped as Jacob pulled out of her, as Marcus slid in from behind. Marcus cocooned her, hard muscle wrapping her, his dick buried deep inside her, one hand on her stomach, the other squeezing her breast. The pressure of the clips on her nipples ripped through her, tore at her with pain and pleasure. She could barely breathe.

“So hot, and wet,” Marcus said. “I can see why Jacob can’t get enough of you.”

“So hot,” Jacob agreed, stroking her clit, kissing her.

Her senses were exploding, her body on fire. “I need…”

“Need what?” Marcus asked.

“Jacob,” she gasped, her fingers gripping his shoulder. “More. Need more.”

Jacob slid his hand over her hip, pressed closer. “More,” he agreed, and she knew he looked at Marcus, knew they said something, but she didn’t know what.

Suddenly Marcus pulled out of her, and she cried out with the injustice of it. But then Jacob was there, inside her, filling her, and Marcus was spreading something warm and tingling along her backside, pressing fingers inside her, invading her from behind. She cried out with the first entry then moaned as pleasure roared through her.

Jacob’s tongue delved past her gasps, stroked her into oblivion, held her captive, as he pumped into her, as oh—there weren’t fingers inside her anymore; there was Marcus. Stretching her—it hurt, but it was a hurt like nothing she’d ever known. A hurt that spiraled inside her and had her dripping, clutching Jacob’s thickness inside her.

She forgot her cry of protest, her fingers curling on Jacob’s chest. He pumped in, pulled out.

Marcus pumped in, pulled out. Then they were both buried inside her, and it was too much; it was not enough. Two men inside her, front and back, driving her wild. She lost all sense of time, of identity besides the woman that belonged between these two gorgeous male bodies. Orgasm came on her and rolled into another until it felt like one long, riveting ride into bliss.

When it was over, Jacob pulled her close, held her, kissed her tenderly, and then stroked her hair from her face. Marcus caressed her neck, kissed her shoulder. And if she hadn’t already melted into a puddle of desire, she would have melted into sleep.

Chapter Six

Darla woke from a deep sleep, curled against Jacob’s chest, his arms snugly around her, and she knew instantly they were alone. She bit her lips, thinking of everything that she’d done, smiling as she thought of the pleasure, of all the things Jacob had murmured to her.

Her fingers brushed Jacob’s lips, his jaw, a strand of his blond hair. He was handsome, a gorgeous man. The man she loved.But he shared you,a voice in her head said. He’d been willing to give up the Society, said he never wanted to share you,but he did. Something had changed.Youoffered yourself to Marcus. And then he offered Marcus to you, wanting you to decline, and you notonly accepted him, you enjoyed him.

Darla sat up, her hand to her stomach, her back to Jacob, suddenly sick, her head spinning with the impact of understanding. Knowing she’d lost Jacob. Knowing she should have turned Marcus away. What had she been thinking?

“Darla?” Jacob said behind her, his voice tight, not tender, not loving.

“I need to go home.” She looked around for her clothes, suddenly shy about her nudity.

Suddenly, his hand closed around her, and he pulled her to the bed on top of him. “Not this time,” he said. “You aren’t pushing me away. What we did wasn’t wrong. It was pleasure.” He brushed hair from her eyes. “Don’t make it wrong.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Marcus—”

He kissed her to silence her. “You told me I should have brought you into this world a long time ago, so you could make your own decisions. I tried to protect you, and all I did was drive you away. I let you wonder what I was hiding, made you wonder what else I indulged in. I saw that last night. I understood. I understand. I love you, Darla. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ll show you as little or as much of this world as you want. But know this—if anyone is teaching you anything,it’sme. And no one touches you without me present.”

Her heart swelled, and her hand settled on her cheek, realization rushing through her, warming her. Marcus had been a gift, a look into the Society, into his past. One that gave her the opportunity to give herself to Jacob without fear, armed with understanding. “What if I don’t want to share our lessons?”

Tenderness filled his eyes, and he curled his fingers around hers and kissed her knuckles. She could feel him between her legs, thick with arousal. “Then I will promise to be both thorough and creative in my lessons. Shall we start now?”

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