Mated to the Warriors(54)
His voice was soft, almost a whisper below me. “Tell me what you want, Hannah.”
“You.” That single word was a soul-deep confession, a complete surrender. “I want you. I want Dare.”
He brought me back down until my lips were touching his, but not kissing. Contact. Nothing more. “Why?”
Why? “Because I love you, Zane. I love you. I love you both.”
He crushed my lips to his and lifted my hips. Dare reached between us and placed Zane’s cock at the opening of my pussy and Zane, mouth still locked to mine, lowered me onto his shaft with a shudder that racked his entire body.
Behind me, Dare stroked my ass with tender hands. “Are you ready for me, love?”
“Yes.” God, yes. I was ready.
Dare pushed into me slowly, stretching me until I thought I would scream. As I panted, Zane kissed my cheeks and chin, my lips and nose and reached down to pull on my ass cheeks, spreading me wide for my second lover to fill me up.
I groaned at the double penetration, the tight feel of both men filling me.
When they were both fully seated, I reached up and gripped Zane’s hair in tight fists, eager for them to move, for Zane to let me come. I needed him to give me permission. I needed my master to set me free.
Zane’s hands ran up and down my back, petting me, soothing the pain, loving me. I stopped trying to guess what they would do next and simply laid my cheek down over Zane’s heart, content to let him take me wherever he wanted me to go.
They alternated their thrusts, one filling me deep as the other retreated, lighting up nerves in my pussy and ass where I bit my lip to hold back. My orgasm didn’t belong to me. It belonged to my men.
“I love you, Hannah Johnson from Earth.” Zane’s words brought tears to my eyes and I turned to press a kiss over his heart. When I did, his hips jerked below me and I cried out at the exquisite pleasure-pain of his thrust. With Dare’s huge cock in my ass, and Zane’s huge cock in my pussy, I was split open, spread wide and claimed.
He thrust again and Dare pulled out of my ass just barely before pushing back in. I whimpered, waiting for my master, waiting to please him.
“Come for me, Hannah. Make me yours forever.”
I came on his command, lost in the sensations pulsing through my body and through the collars that connected us as one. I felt the heat of it, knew even through my blindfold that my collar had changed colors.
They fucked me until I couldn’t breathe, until my body had nothing left, until I’d come so many times, so hard that I couldn’t move.
And I loved every minute of it.
The End