“Good.” He stopped at the same spot where she’d soaked her feet about an hour earlier and deposited her on the wet sand, flat on her back. Ralph straddled her before she could even squeak a protest. He ripped the rest of her clothes without reserve. “Mmm. This is an easy job for such a yummy prize.” He ran his hands over her body.
Anna trembled. Being out in the sun with nothing on but her birthday suit, and pinned into submission by a heart-throbbing hunk felt wondrously erotic. Lust engulfed her. She couldn’t take her eyes off her conqueror.
Raphael Martel. A man who was as deliciously wicked as sin.
Heart pounding, blood rushing through her head, Anna couldn’t help but feel excited at what would happen next.
She touched him, feeling his face. A gentle ocean breeze caused his hair to dance around his broad shoulders. His blue eyes never left hers. Calculating. Silently devouring with such intensity that every cell in her body answered his mating call without her realising it. Anna felt hot and needy all of a sudden. Her pussy thrummed. Moistened. Her nipples hardened even more.
Ralph grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked a finger. Anna moaned. The sensation of his hot mouth elicited a deep, drawing ache in her sex. Her pussy clenched. Her sexual moisture leaked. She was ready for anything he had in mind. Anything.
He gave her a hard suck before pulling her finger from his mouth. Then he leant down and licked her lips. A mere caress at first. Explorative. Curious. Anna parted her lips, welcoming. He dipped his
tongue into her mouth. Tasting.
Anna grabbed his hair and crushed her lips on his with hunger. He mauled back. His kiss was as hot as the first time he had kissed her. Like a man who wasn’t afraid of staking his claim and branding her as his. When he tore his mouth from her, she was shaking with arousal.
“Babe.” His hand tightened around her breast. Teeth nipped the soft skin of her neck. “Mine. Ours.”
His. Theirs. The declaration brought a mixed feeling within her. Belonging to three men, sharing her body and soul. It sounded wrong, a taboo for society, but it felt so damn right.
How could this be possible? Anna closed her eyes, thinking that nothing made sense anymore.
Jolts of ecstasy seared her deeply as Ralph found her nipple and sucked her like he had promised.
God. Her eyes flew wide open. She fisted his hair as her back kinked in pleasure. Blue sky and bright sun almost blinded her. The sunrays warmed her skin, but Ralph’s touches and kisses burned her even hotter.
She threw her head back, her body quivering as Ralph trailed some soft, butterfly kisses to her navel. The ache in her sex thrummed as hard as the pounding in her heart. She knew what was coming. The brothers loved to kiss, especially that particular part of her body. But it just didn’t seem fair. Matt and Justin had never allowed her to return the favour. She closed her thighs just as Ralph was about to lick her pussy.
“Anna!” Ralph seized her knees and forced her to open her legs. “Come on.”
“No.” Defiance was in her voice. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Ralph paused, then laughed. “Wench. Okay. I can play your game too.”
Anna grinned triumphantly. “Let me do the honour.”
“By all means, beauty.” He spread his arms wide. “I’m feeling generous today.”
She scrambled up, pushed him to sit and straddled him. Undressing a gorgeous guy was the best gig she had ever landed.
Ralph slid his hands on her thighs, feeling her as she popped open his shirt button. He was wearing a white cotton shirt—nothing underneath it. His chiselled abs, hard muscles encased in tanned, velvet flesh bared for her to see. The buzzing arousal made her dizzy after she witnessed him almost bare. In person. Intimately. Playing doctor out in the sun. How naughtily erotic…
He was hard when she touched his groin. Too hard, it felt like he had stuffed a rock under his pants. Anna became frisky. Everything else was forgotten. Her problems. Her guilt. All she wanted was to enjoy this very moment with Ralph. Nothing else mattered.
Impatiently, she opened up the front clasps on his faded jeans and pulled down his zipper. Anna forgot he was a commando type of guy. His cock lurched from his dark thatch. Hot as the sun that beat down on her skin. She palmed him. Squeezed him. Marvelled at the hard, virile flesh that throbbed in her hands. Droplets of pearly precum glistened on his slit.
Anna leant down to taste him.
“You can’t.” Ralph halted her.
Huh?
“You’re not allowed to taste our seed. Not before the Claiming.”
That again! “What’s the freaking Claiming?”
“Babe, haven’t you figured it out?” Ralph pulled her into his arms. “It’s when you officially become ours.”