Overcome by Annmarie McKenna Page B

sure that’s what you want, Anna. There won’t be any going back once we have you.” Marc lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on the palm.
    There was always a way out.
    Wasn’t there?
    She sucked in a long breath and tilted her face up to his. “I want this. Both of you.”
    Something flashed in Marc’s eyes. Deep, hungry, possessive. She swore the blues of his eyes were turning a tinge yellow too.
    It turned her on, to know that she was getting to him.
    Marc’s hold on her hand turned to a grip on her wrist and he pulled, lifting her out of the tub with Colton’s help.
    Almost before she could take her next breath, they had her between them, her feet on dry ground as she dripped all over it. With a hard cock pressing into her on both sides.
    She licked her lips.
    “So…I’ve never done this before…” She let the thought trail off. If they couldn’t see she was a novice to this sort of thing, then they were in for a big surprise. She was about as vanilla as they came. A blowjob was literally the extent of her expanded repertoire. And even those she wasn’t particularly spectacular at doing. At least not according to Peter.
    Which is probably why he’d gone elsewhere for his fun, she thought morosely. What if she sucked at sex so bad they kicked her out before she even had the chance to claim the couch?
    A finger lifted her chin. “I don’t think you need to worry. We’ll take of you.” Marc’s lips pressed on hers, soft at first and then more demanding, his tongue parting her lips and sliding into her mouth to tangle with hers. All the while Colton’s fingers wandered over her skin, teasing and leaving goose bumps in their wake.
    They shuffled her to the door and through it, and then guided her to the huge bed she hadn’t seen when they’d first come in from the rain. She’d been more than a bit discombobulated then.
    A few seconds later they had her stretched out on her back, the thick, plush mattress beneath her and two muscular, near yellow-eyed, virile males standing above her, each stroking their cock with one hand and heat pouring off them in waves.
    They were about to eat her alive.

Chapter Eight
    Marc eyed the feast laid out before them and barely controlled his wolf’s instinct to take her, devour her whole, and leave her a mass of sated female. He would leave her that way, but he’d do so slowly and linger on her taste, do his best to make sure she left the bed unable to remember any previous sexual encounters.
    And he’d start right now.
    With a knee between her legs, Marc crawled his way up her body. Anna’s chest rose and fell sharply with each heavy breath she took. She squirmed and the satin skin along her neck down to the top of her breasts took on a pink hue. He was damn glad he’d left the light on so he could see every single reaction they drew from her.
    Her tongue poked out and wet her bottom lip as she watched him lower toward her mouth and take control. The bed dipped to his right when Colton joined him. Marc swallowed Anna’s moan. She tasted sweeter than ever. His lover. His mate. His forever. He wanted to savor her, but the sounds she made as Colton played with her nipples spurred him on.
    He released her lips and dragged his mouth along the slope of her neck, lingering for a few seconds where he planned to mark her very soon, and then farther to latch onto a nipple. Colton joined him at the other side. Anna squeaked and her back arched from the bed. Only the two of them on top of her kept her grounded.
    Marc slipped his fingers over the smooth expanse of her belly, loving how she quivered beneath his touch and how her legs opened more the closer he got to his destination. Slickness greeted him, evidence of her arousal.
    “Yes.” Her hips lifted, seeking more, and Marc smiled against the plumpness of her breast.
    “Shhh…” Colton soothed.
    Marc found the hidden nub of nerves and pressed against it with his thumb while he slid one long finger into her tight