Their Virgin Princess (Masters of Ménage #4)(74)

The knowledge that he wasn't alone, would never be alone again, filled him. He had his wife and his brothers.

He opened his eyes, and Alea stared up him with languid, dark eyes, even as her tongue ran his length.

"You are so perfect." He reached out and stroked her hair, worshipping her as she worshipped him.

Landon watched, but his gaze met with Dane's, a question lurking there. He was asking if he could join in.

"Let's start getting our girl ready for us."

A smile split Lan's face, making him look happier than Dane could remember.

"I'll help with that, too," Cooper promised with a laugh as they positioned themselves around Alea.

Her head came up. "Prepare me for what?"

He narrowed his eyes and pointed back to his erection. "We'll prepare you for a spanking if you don't get that sweet mouth back where it's supposed to be."

She frowned, but it was a flirty thing. "Bossy."

"That's right, baby," he groaned as she put her mouth all over him again. He was the boss and that was just how he wanted this to be. Dane relaxed and shifted his hips up. "Play with my balls, Lea. And get that gorgeous ass in the air."

It was time to get her ready. It was time to share with his brothers.





Chapter Eleven




Alea loved the way Dane tasted. She loved the soft velvet of his cock under her tongue. She definitely loved the way he moaned. Oh, it was a completely controlled, utterly masculine moan, but it came from deep in his chest, a definite sign that he loved this, too.

He was giving her orders, but she felt her power.

"I told you to play with my balls, baby. Do we need to have a discussion about the word obedience?" The question came out on a sexy growl.

She looked up his perfectly cut body, and he stared down at her with those blue eyes. So often they reminded her of a frigid lake, but there was nothing cold about them now. Though his voice was perfectly controlled, his eyes told a different tale. They were hot, a little desperate.

He wanted her. She could feel it. And it wasn't that he wanted any woman. He wanted her. He'd waited for her.

Alea didn't understand it, but she wasn't about to turn him down. And she wasn't going to push him to spank her when she was more than curious to play with his balls. She let her hand run down the length of his cock, skimming the bulbous head. Fascinating. She loved watching the way it twitched and moved as though following her fingers as she felt her way down to the heavy sac that rested below his cock.

Big and round, the globes had been groomed at some point. The men had managed to find razors and though Dane was letting a sexy beard shape his face, he'd taken care of himself down under. His balls were smooth, like twin plums hanging from the hottest tree. As she watched, they tightened, pulling up closer to his body. 

There was a neat line of flesh dividing the two sacs, and Alea outlined it with her fingertip, watching the way he reacted. He gave a sharp intake of breath, and his thighs tightened as though he was holding himself in rigid check.

"Does that hurt?" Alea asked.

"Hell, no." Dane's face was rock hard, his jaw a sharp line as he ground the words out. "It's perfect."

She cupped them, secure that it was all right to continue. She could hear Landon moving behind her and Cooper was suddenly at her side, his hand smoothing up her back. Her men were with her.

Alea rolled his testicles. They were so big, they couldn't quite fit in the palm of her hand, but she caressed them, closing her hand gently, squeezing just a little. She palmed them and leaned back to take the head of his cock back in her mouth again. It slid in just behind her teeth, and she sucked him, loving the salty taste on her tongue.

"God, that's so good, baby." Dane's hand found her hair, an encouraging gesture. He settled his fingers in the strands and helped her keep the rhythm.

Over and over. Around with her tongue. There was a peace and serenity in serving him in this fashion, a music they were making together. It wasn't dirty. She wanted to give, and he gratefully accepted. The act was beautiful. Oh, it could be made dirty. She'd seen that up close and personal, but it didn't have to be. Sex, Alea realized, was different for everyone. It could only be judged by the motivations and emotions behind it. She wanted to please her partners, and her men were careful about pleasing her.

They were in love.

A hand cupped the cheeks of her ass, and Landon's voice rumbled along her skin. "Our girl seems to like the hell out of sucking cock, Dane."

"She does it beautifully," Cooper responded.

"Peace to that, brother." Dane let out a long breath. "She's the best head of my life."

Alea felt her skin practically glowing. She knew they merely said all this to infuse her with confidence, but it worked anyway.