She lost control. Control of not only her body, but of her mind and her emotions. A storm of feelings rushed into her. Feelings of lust. Feelings of guilt. Feelings of the need to let go, to lose the real bindings that had held her captive for so long.
When Destin stopped and pulled away from her, she let out a curse. He laughed, then turned her on her side.
“You ready, bro?”
Paul opened the flap of his jeans. “Always.”
She started to try and get away, but Paul jerked her back onto her side. “Both at once, baby.” Tugging back her hair, he swept his tongue over her cheek and whispered, “You’re going to love this.”
Destin moved her leg over his as he got onto his side. His cock came at her like the sword of an avenging warrior. He plunged his cock inside her, driving deep and hard.
She moaned, then gasped as she felt the coolness of the lube against her butt hole. Working faster than he had before, Paul smoothed it over her tight muscles then into her dark space.
With him holding her head back, she opened her mouth and shouted Paul’s name as he eased his cock inside her.
God, I never knew it could be like this.
She drew in a hard breath that Destin knocked out of her as he slammed into her. The sensation of having both men’s cocks inside her was deliriously overpowering. They surged together, first going at the same time, then alternating as their cocks drove into her fast and deep.
Her mind blanked, giving way to the emotions running amok. She was their woman, for as long as they’d want her. The storm escalated like a tropical storm spinning faster and faster as it grew into a hurricane. Her muscles rippled, her flesh heated as they took her, holding her tightly as though she might escape.
As though she wanted to escape.
“Come for us, baby. Scream it out.”
Paul’s tone brooked no argument. It was a command she had to obey if it was the last thing she did. Her body trembled as the hurricane picked her up and rode her to shore. Cream gushed from her, shaking her to the very core. Her two Doms, the men she’d never believed she’d find, pounded into her, saying her name over and over, like worshipers to their goddess.
She cried out again, shouting their names, as she hit the shore, breaking through the waves. Her climax thundered through her, taking along with it her last rational thought.
Oh, God. I love them.
The rampage of her feelings rose higher, unstopping as the shudders of her climax grew smaller. As though coming from a distance, she heard Paul and Destin ground out their orgasms, never letting go of her.
The world around her darkened.
For a time, she felt nothing except satisfaction as she’d never experienced it. Their soft murmurs of love floated around her like the tender caresses of their hands over her skin. She wanted to touch them, too, to answer their sweet words with her own.
And then it came. The horror she’d fought so hard to hold back.
The rush of feelings swarmed over her like a flight of angry birds finally let out of their cage. She reached out, not with her hands, but with her mind, searching for help, trying to run away. But the swarm continued to circle around her, engulfing her until she couldn’t hold back any longer.
She sat up, still surrounded by her men, and gulped for air.
“It’s okay, sugar. We’re here. Let it out.”
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.” She clutched at Paul’s strong arms that held her and begged Destin with her eyes. “He got away and it’s my fault.”
“What’s your fault, baby?”
She stared at them, recognizing them, yet straining to remember who they really were. “I could’ve caught him. Don’t you get it? I saw him and I let him get away.”
“Easy, sugar. Take a big breath, then let it go.”
She couldn’t stop trembling. “It’s my fault. I was scared. I’d never seen anything like it.”
“Like what, baby?”
Paul’s arms couldn’t hold her strong enough. But then again, no one’s could have. “He stabbed them. All four. Even the kids.”
She searched Destin’s eyes and saw no surprise. But how could they have known? She hadn’t told anyone at the ranch. “I–I can’t talk about it.”
“You can tell us anything and everything.” Paul’s voice was tender and caring, breaking through the last barrier that kept her from saying what she needed to say.
They didn’t deserve to bear her guilt, to see her terror, but she couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. “He stabbed them, ripping their stomachs open and slitting their throats. Even the kids. Oh, God, even the kids.”
She cried, harder than she’d ever cried. Cried until her voice grew hoarse. And yet the tears still came. “I could’ve caught him, but I let him get away. I searched and searched, but I couldn’t find him.”