Page 94 of Stealthy as a Wolf

I gave a hum of pleasure, which in turn made Burke growl and thrust again.

And set off a chain reaction, making me rock back and forth between the two men.

Boone took advantage of the move and sank his cock in deep, settling himself inside me with a single thrust. Burke combed his fingers through my hair, settled his hand on the back of my neck, and began to thrust gently.

It took a second to get the rhythm right, then I was being alternately rocked back and forth on both their cocks. They didn’t even let me enjoy the experience before Burke leaned down and began tweaking my nipples while Boone reached forward and flicked my clit.

It was almost like they could communicate with each other without words. Before I could have my orgasm, they varied their rhythms, the bastards keeping my release frustratingly out of reach. They were almost savage as they drove me higher and higher.

My pleasure kept building and building. My breasts dipped in the warm water with every thrust, then the touch of cool air swirled around the nipples when they slowly dragged their dicks out.

It was a sensory overload of the best kind, and I could do nothing but feel.

As my moans became louder, they became rougher, their control unraveling.

Then the fuckers purred, and I just detonated.

Burke cursed and pulled away. Like it was a signal, Boone stood and pounded into my pussy, and damned if my orgasm didn’t start to build again. It was only when he leaned over and sank his teeth in my neck that we both exploded. And I felt his cock swell, then pulse in my core, dragging out my pleasure.

When he pulled out, I was a boneless mess. I would’ve gone under if Burke hadn’t leaned forward and lifted me out of the water. He carried me over toward the vanity, setting my ass on the warm towels he had laid out.

Before I could process what he was doing, he knelt and placed his mouth right over my clit and sucked.

If I had any breath left in my body, I would’ve screamed.

I curled up, cupped the back of his head, and demanded more.

Just when I was ready to come, he pulled back and got to his feet. Before I could curse and demand my orgasm, he tangled his fingers in my hair, and dragged my head back. “Say it.”

Only I didn’t have to say anything.

Instead, I showed him.

I tilted my head to the side and offered him my neck. “Make me yours.”

With a possessive growl, his eyes flashed dangerously and his expression turned feral. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, then thrust into me at the same time his fangs sank into my shoulder.

The combination of pleasure and pain was enough to set off another orgasm. When the bastard purred, he got what he wanted, and I screamed his name.

I collapsed against Burke, struggling to catch my breath, and he ran a soothing, if somewhat clumsy hand down my back. I reluctantly pulled back, but Burke tightened his hold on me and growled, clearly not ready to let me go.

I peered up at him, noticed his almost feral expression, and felt my insides melt at his possessiveness. I rested my hand on his chest, then leaned forward and kissed the center of it. “Mine.”

His purr vibrated against my lips, and he sighed. When I pulled back, he kissed my forehead, then murmured back, “Yours. Always.”

Then I gave a squeak of alarm when he scooped me back up in his arms and proceeded to walk me back to the shower. I immediately began to shake my head. “I can’t. No more orgasms, no more water, or I might drown.”

Boone chuckled as he walked past us and turned the shower on once more, steam quickly filling the stall. “No more for now. Just let us take care of you.”

I was speechless as they carried me into the shower, then set me down, and the two of them proceeded to wash every inch of me, fussing over my hair and massaging my sore muscles.

I’d never felt so pampered.

When Burke turned off the shower, Boone was already waiting with warm towels. As they patted me dry, I marveled at the two men who basically worshiped every inch of me. They were possessive, looking proud and triumphant as they touched their marks so prominently displayed on my shoulders.

These two amazing men had killed for me.

What was even more mind-blowing, they did it because they loved me.

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