Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(73)

Riley was wrong. This woman wouldn't falter. Nor would she refuse them. Kinley would take everything that came her way because she treasured love. And she could teach them all to love deeper and more unconditionally.

"I need you so badly, pet." God, that sounded selfish. He shook his head. "If you're too sore, tell me no. I'll understand." He could because he'd just realized that this woman's happiness and comfort meant everything to him.



       
         
       
        

"I'm fine, Dominic." Kinley's hands cupped his face, and suddenly he felt precious. It was probably dumb, but just for a moment, he was important to the one woman he held above all others. "I need you, too."

"Take me." He'd never had sex with a female on top. He'd always been the aggressor, climbing above a woman or fucking her from behind. But he wanted Kinley rising above him now like a goddess, taking him in as she took her pleasure.

He shifted, easing his legs close together so she could straddle him. His cock strained up, the pearly evidence of his desire surging from the tip.

Kinley gasped and her whole body moved, shivering around his. "What do you mean? You want me to be on top?"

Law was suddenly beside him, handing him a condom. They didn't have the right not to use one yet. But the three men had made a promise to each other. When they all agreed, they would toss out the birth control. That meant the woman with them was the one. Foregoing condoms would be a collective contract, a blood vow, to take care of any children that came from the union  . Law and Riley had their reasons, of course. But Dominic had his, as well.

He wanted his kids to have at least one loving parent. His own childhood had been devoid of that. He'd considered Carrie, Law, and Riley his family, and he counted his blessings for them. But he wanted more for his own children. With Law and Riley beside him, he knew he could promise a child a good life.

And Kinley would die before she allowed her child to know a loveless existence. God, she'd given up nearly everything for people who didn't deserve her. What would she do for a baby she delivered? There would be no limits. She would never stop sharing her heart with her little ones.

"Yes," he answered her, his tone low, husky. He wanted her to take as much or as little as she could. There would be time enough later for her to service him. Tonight, he wanted to give to her. He wanted to be a part of her first night as a woman.

The Dom inside him chafed to mark her with some symbol of his ownership, but the man simply needed to feel her with him, around him. He needed to know that, good and bad, she wanted and accepted him.

Hell, he needed a wife. He hadn't realized it until the moment he'd held her. He'd been waiting for so long for the right woman to bring him closer to the brothers of his heart and make them all an official family.

He needed Kinley.

She moved over him, awkwardly at first. She spread her legs wide, straddling him, dropping her gaze to look at that place where she would take him inside her luscious body. Kinley took a long breath, then gripped his cock, holding it up.

"Hey, baby, condom first. Until we're ready." Law passed her the little foil wrapped package. 

She took it with the faintest hint of a smile on her face. "Yes, Law."

Dominic gritted his teeth as she opened the condom and placed it on his cock with a bit more finesse than expected.

"Where did you learn that, pet?" he rasped out.

"I was getting married, so I took a class." She pinched the tip and started to roll the rest down his length. "But we used bananas. You're bigger than my banana."

God, he hoped so. She was killing him. He had to close his eyes as she stroked him, rolling the rubber down his length. She was so careful, taking her time and easing it down his screaming flesh inch by torturous inch. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from coming in her hand like a damn teenager.

"I got it." She sounded so proud of herself, and all he wanted to do was force her down on his cock and pound every inch inside her.

It took everything he had not to move as she positioned herself over him. Her little hand caressed his cock again, ensuring the condom was in place. He tightened every muscle of his body to stave off the mind-blowing feel of her touch.

And then she was poised on top of him. She closed her eyes for a moment, then her lashes fluttered up, opening those vibrant eyes to him as she lowered herself. He looked right at her as he gripped her hips and began to surge up, a promise, a vow to always care for her.

Heat and pressure gripped him. He'd been right. Law hadn't taken her innocence, and he couldn't either. She was still as sweet as she'd always been. Anyone who tried to take that purity from her would find himself flattened by Dominic Anthony. He would defend her innocence to his dying day.