her throat. Slowly, he pushed inside. She cried out in pleasure as her muscles stretched, widening. It brought her up to the sweet, confusing edge of pain—a pain so slight it only played sweet counterpoint to the incredible pleasure.
Unhurriedly, inch by wide, thick inch, Christian eased within her, deeper and deeper, until he was finally seated base-deep. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “you feel so good.”
Both orifices completely filled, her body completely possessed by these two men, Kylie saw stars. Pleasure this intense stole her thought and nearly her ability to breathe.
Then they began to move.
Christian, Kylie and Michael immediately found a rhythm that worked. Moving like one animal, they gave and received pleasure. Kylie could only hold on against the pressure of the men’s bodies on hers, the slow, delicious slide of their cocks relentlessly thrusting into both her orifices.
Something popped in her mind, like a light turning on. First it was just a pinprick in the distance, but it hurtled toward her until it exploded—and suddenly she shared the same mind as her men. All three of them gasped, experiencing the same thing.
Kylie could feel what they felt—could feel the slide of Christian’s cock into her tight rear, sense the pleasure he took in watching her kiss Michael, in seeing the curve of her back and the tendrils of hair at her nape. She could feel what Michael felt as his cock thrust deeply in and out of her, and sense the pleasure he took in knowing the ecstasy she felt at being with two men.
It was a circle of sensation, knowledge, emotion—and pleasure.
It was too much. Kylie shattered, the most intense orgasm of her life ripping a hoarse scream from her throat. The men came at the same time, experiencing the same thing. Pleasure crashed over them, through them, in an endless feed that wracked them all.
Finally, they all collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. “Oh, wow,” she gasped.
The men pulled her between them, cuddling her to them.
“What was that?” Christian breathed near her ear.
“I think we all know,” answered Michael.
The bond . And, oh, was it incredible.
After a few moments, Christian slipped his hand between her legs and teased her clit. “Four times, we said,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “Michael, a little help?”
Michael nuzzled her throat, fangs rubbing at her skin, while Christian stroked her clit. As Michael’s teeth pierced her skin, she came a fourth time, between her men, shuddering in intense pleasure.
Then, sated beyond belief, she snuggled between them and, legs twined together, fell asleep.
Chapter Ten
Kylie woke sandwiched between her two men. Smiling over the fact that she thought of them as hers , she stretched and closed her eyes, remembering the night before with a little shiver. Sliding out from between the covers, careful not to wake the men, she climbed off the foot of the bed, slipped on her jeans and shirt and walked downstairs.
The house was completely silent. The only sound was the occasional squeak of a floorboard. The house had that fresh, early morning scent, and she inhaled it when she entered the living room, drawing it into her lungs like a fine perfume. Mist hung in the air outside the window, obscuring her view of the woods beyond. Hugging herself, she stared at the swirl, wondering where Louis was right now, how hurt he’d been by Christian.
That familiar sense of guilt welled up and she tried her best to push it away. Turning, she walked into the kitchen and, after she found everything she needed, made coffee and breakfast for Christian and Michael.
Around twenty minutes later, the scent of coffee and cooking bacon roused the men and they wandered into the kitchen. Both men were shirtless and shoeless, Michael having pulled on a pair of gray sweats and Christian his jeans from the night before. Both looked a little sleepy and their hair was mussed.
Her heart caught at the sight of both of
Unhurriedly, inch by wide, thick inch, Christian eased within her, deeper and deeper, until he was finally seated base-deep. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “you feel so good.”
Both orifices completely filled, her body completely possessed by these two men, Kylie saw stars. Pleasure this intense stole her thought and nearly her ability to breathe.
Then they began to move.
Christian, Kylie and Michael immediately found a rhythm that worked. Moving like one animal, they gave and received pleasure. Kylie could only hold on against the pressure of the men’s bodies on hers, the slow, delicious slide of their cocks relentlessly thrusting into both her orifices.
Something popped in her mind, like a light turning on. First it was just a pinprick in the distance, but it hurtled toward her until it exploded—and suddenly she shared the same mind as her men. All three of them gasped, experiencing the same thing.
Kylie could feel what they felt—could feel the slide of Christian’s cock into her tight rear, sense the pleasure he took in watching her kiss Michael, in seeing the curve of her back and the tendrils of hair at her nape. She could feel what Michael felt as his cock thrust deeply in and out of her, and sense the pleasure he took in knowing the ecstasy she felt at being with two men.
It was a circle of sensation, knowledge, emotion—and pleasure.
It was too much. Kylie shattered, the most intense orgasm of her life ripping a hoarse scream from her throat. The men came at the same time, experiencing the same thing. Pleasure crashed over them, through them, in an endless feed that wracked them all.
Finally, they all collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. “Oh, wow,” she gasped.
The men pulled her between them, cuddling her to them.
“What was that?” Christian breathed near her ear.
“I think we all know,” answered Michael.
The bond . And, oh, was it incredible.
After a few moments, Christian slipped his hand between her legs and teased her clit. “Four times, we said,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “Michael, a little help?”
Michael nuzzled her throat, fangs rubbing at her skin, while Christian stroked her clit. As Michael’s teeth pierced her skin, she came a fourth time, between her men, shuddering in intense pleasure.
Then, sated beyond belief, she snuggled between them and, legs twined together, fell asleep.
Chapter Ten
Kylie woke sandwiched between her two men. Smiling over the fact that she thought of them as hers , she stretched and closed her eyes, remembering the night before with a little shiver. Sliding out from between the covers, careful not to wake the men, she climbed off the foot of the bed, slipped on her jeans and shirt and walked downstairs.
The house was completely silent. The only sound was the occasional squeak of a floorboard. The house had that fresh, early morning scent, and she inhaled it when she entered the living room, drawing it into her lungs like a fine perfume. Mist hung in the air outside the window, obscuring her view of the woods beyond. Hugging herself, she stared at the swirl, wondering where Louis was right now, how hurt he’d been by Christian.
That familiar sense of guilt welled up and she tried her best to push it away. Turning, she walked into the kitchen and, after she found everything she needed, made coffee and breakfast for Christian and Michael.
Around twenty minutes later, the scent of coffee and cooking bacon roused the men and they wandered into the kitchen. Both men were shirtless and shoeless, Michael having pulled on a pair of gray sweats and Christian his jeans from the night before. Both looked a little sleepy and their hair was mussed.
Her heart caught at the sight of both of
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