Eric groaned in something close to agony, and she tasted the salt of his essence on her tongue. He pressed in again, his cock shooting off and filling her up. She drank him down, lapping at his cock, ensuring that he not only felt pleasure but her love too.
Tate's thrusts matched Kellan's as they picked up the pace. Each moved smoothly in and out of her body. Tate wedged a hand between their bodies, pushing up on her clit and sending her flying over the edge once again, tearing a scream from her body.
"Yes. That's it. Baby, fuck. Oh, Belle, come all over my cock." Then Tate shouted, stiffening and arching his back to bury himself even deeper inside her.
Belle's whole body convulsed in pleasure as the orgasm nearly ripped her from her body and tossed her into a storm of pleasure. She heard Kellan cry out her name, then he lost his perfect rhythm, slamming inside her over and over again, marking her as his. He stiffened behind her, shoving his cock deep until she could feel his balls rub against her. Warm satisfaction flooded her. Heat and pleasure became her world as Kellan shared her moment of release and her devotion to their forever.
They fell together in a pleasant heap on the bed. Belle sighed as she found herself in a happy tangle of arms and limbs. The light from the candles made the whole world soft and sweet. The moment had been nothing short of perfect.
Kellan settled in beside her, his head on her breast. "I missed you every minute I was gone."
She caressed his cheek. "I missed you, too. Don't leave again. Not for a long time."
"Hey, scoot over. I think I should be the one to sleep beside Belle." Eric stared down at Tate.
Tate merely wrapped an arm around her waist and cuddled close. He didn't even open his eyes. "You snooze, you lose, man."
"Come on. I'll arm wrestle you for it," Eric offered. "Hey, I'll walk Sir for the rest of the week. Come on, man."
Tate and Eric argued like big kids about who got to sleep next to the wife for the night.
Kellan chuckled. "They're going to be trouble, you know."
Belle just smiled. Yes, her men were trouble, but she'd realized she couldn't live without them.
She closed her eyes, sending a silent thanks to her grandmother for bequeathing her a home she and her men could share and eventually raise the children borne of their love in. She slept, her dreams untroubled because her house, like her life, was whole and at peace once more.
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