Then she felt Boian’s mouth against her neck, suckling her skin before moving lower to her breast. He spoke against her skin.
“Open for me,” he said.
“And for me,” Dusty whispered, climbing up the bed to join them. She heard Chatham end the call and she looked toward him but then Dusty cupped her cheek and made her look at him before he lowered his mouth to kiss her.
Fingers pressed up into her cunt and she held her breath and fought to give in to their means of control and get lost in their touch, their bodies as they wanted her to. She wanted to demand to know what was really going on even though Cosivan, their leader, her leader, warned her not to. It had been an order. One that led to him taking her again in a slow, deep manner that forced her to realize she would do anything and give all of herself for each of them.
She moaned as the second finger thrust up into her cunt.
“Wider, bend your knees and slide you feet to your ass,” Dusty commanded.
She lifted up with their assistance, widened her thighs, and felt the fingers stroke into her cunt then down over her anus. She was wet, and they moved the cream from pussy to anus.
“Do you know how much we love you?” Boian asked her. She looked at him as he thrust fingers deeper. Dusty caressed her thigh wider and kissed along her knee and inner calf.
“I think we should show her,” Chatham said, joining them. She looked at him and he looked wild, needy.
“Chatham?” She said his name and he shook his head and gave her a firm expression. She wasn’t to ask a thing.
Before she could protest Boian’s fingers, slick with her cream, stroked over her anus and pressed in. In and out he thrust fingers, making her moan and then began to counterthrust.
“Ours, always and forever,” Dusty told her then kissed her lips.
“Ours,” Chatham said and then Boian pulled from her body and sat up. They moved her to her liking and she wound up over Boian and immediately she sank down onto his cock. A moment later, after only two thrusts she felt the cool liquid to her ass then Chatham grabbing ahold of her hips.
“I need you,” Chatham said and she felt his cock slide into her anus slowly.
A firm hand to her cheek and hair and she locked gazes with Dusty.
“Me too,” he said and he lowered her head to his cock and she immediately took him into her mouth.
They all began to move as one. She felt the connection, the depth of their love for her and hers for them. She loved their scents, their muscular bodies and even their dangerous professions and what they stood for. She couldn’t help but feel the tears reach her eyes when she thought of Viktor and Cosivan and the fact they weren’t here and could be in danger.
“Heaven, baby, you’re heaven and make everything else disappear,” Chatham told her.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Holy God, it gets better and better,” Dusty said to her.
She moaned and felt her body convulse around them as the tears rolled down her cheeks. I love you guys. I need you. All of you. Help me to be strong for them, and the woman they need me to be.
She swallowed as Dusty came first then Chatham and soon after Boian. Then she released a sigh and hid her eyes away from them as she kissed Boian and they took care of her as always.
* * * *
Chatham cleaned up and then came back to bed. He took Dusty’s place beside Nalia and pulled her to him so Boian could get up. Both Dusty and Boian were probably wondering what the phone call had been about but they knew not to ask in front of Nalia. Besides, Viktor didn’t want her to know what happened or how close he came to being more seriously hurt. She would find out when he returned to Salvation with an additional, new scar.
His chest tightened as he felt her damp cheeks and her slide her hand across her eyes to hide the tears.
“Nalia, are you okay?” he whispered.
Boian caressed her hair and head then kissed her temple.
“Baby?” he questioned.
“I’m fine,” she whispered and hugged Chatham then began to scatter kisses along his chest.
Chatham winked at Boian, who looked concerned
but then headed to the bathroom.