Their eyes met over her shoulder and he could tell by the way his brother’s eyes rolled back that he was nearly ready to burst from the pleasure. “Woman, you are surely built to pleasure a man,” he muttered in approval as he rocked back and forth within her sweet cunt.
His other brother ran his fingers through her wild, golden curls, drawing her attention to him, standing right beside the three of them, wanting his pleasure as well. She looked up at him, seeming to make a connection as she stared into his eyes and reached out to clasp her hand with his.
Standing tall and proud, Val gazed down at her and stroked his thumb along her jaw, commanding her to open as he brought his cock close to her lips. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to take his brother’s cock but halted when Justin put a finger to her chin.
“Woman, bite my brother and you will suffer.”
She turned her gaze to him, the fire tempered by another emotion, and then looked up at his brother. “Never. Come to me.”
Eagerly, she took his brother’s swelling cock into her mouth, moaning as she licked him and wet him with her tongue. His brother growled and softly cursed as she took as much of his length as she could, her cheeks hollowing with every backstroke as she sucked him. Judging by the sounds he made, she was as talented as she was generous.
The four of them united, they moved as one, taking what they needed, feeding a voracious hunger that spun the knot of tension the joining of all their bodies created ever tighter.
“Gods!” his brother cried out from behind her. “I won’t last much longer!”
“Yes!” His other brother growled and his movements became tighter as he thrust into her mouth.
Her only vocal response was a whimper but her body spoke loudly, her sinuous movements growing more pronounced, more violent as she rocked back and forth between them.
Fisting her hair in his hands, his brother finally howled as he gave in to her sucking and came within her mouth. Watching her swallow his brother’s seed even as she fucked him, paying attention to all, and yet fucking each with all her strength and will, was his final undoing.
As he thrust deep over and over, his release gathered inside his balls. Like an inferno, it finally rushed from him, his seed erupting from his granite-hard shaft in fiery waves that drew a loud groan from his throat.
She released his brother’s cock from her mouth and let her head fall back. With an exultant cry, she came one final time.
Wrapping his arms around her from behind, his brother’s hold was at once strong, claiming her, and tender as he cupped one of her pale breasts in his hand. He thrust home one last time and pressed his forehead against her shoulder as a mortal-sounding groan filled the air around them.
She would’ve collapsed between them if they hadn’t been holding her up. The nighttime breeze cooled the moisture on his skin and he stroked her arms as she shivered. “You own me, woman.”
His brothers murmured loving words to her as they caressed her and brushed her hair from her face.
Catching his breath, he lifted her chin and waited until she opened those loving blue eyes, smiling as he saw the misting of tears in them. He’d done right by her. All three of them had. It was there in her gaze. It was there in the pleasant ache in his chest. “Woman, I love you more than words can say.”
The smile—that knowing, self-assured smile he had grown to adore crossed her lips and she murmured, “I will gladly be your slave forever, do anything you want me to do. Please don’t leave me.”
“Never,” the three of them affirmed.
“Speaking for all three of us, woman, we claim you for our very own, forevermore.”
Her smile widened and she rested her head against his chest and let them take over.
Moments later, wrapped in the soft hide to keep her warm, Justin lifted her into his arms. Val and Ransome gathered their clothing, which was scattered across the small clearing. He carried her silently, letting the vestiges of his role-playing mindset whisper away on the cool breeze, leaving in its place a strong cohesive bond between the four of them.
It was one thing to love and adore her. It was another entirely for their spirits to mesh in one of the most important aspects of their lives as lovers. This bond, this love of playing and pretending. The last pieces of the puzzle clicked firmly into place.
Almost twenty-three years ago he’d justified claiming her on his own with the belief that he couldn’t share, allowing himself to be blinded by pride because the painful truth was that he wouldn’t share. Because of her patience and his brothers’—because they really were brothers—forgiveness, he could move forward with the three of them together. United and equal in their love for her.