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“Oh God,” I moaned, “put it in.”
I was bent over on all fours on the bed and could feel the warmth of Slade’s thighs against mine. His thumb slid along the well-lubricated crease of my arse, rubbing up and down, up and down, before circling my sphincter.
“This what you want, princess?” Slade asked, slowing his caress and pushing in slightly.
“Go slowly,” Brandon said, “no matter what she says.”
“Pretty sure there are better uses for your mouth, right now,” I growled, looking down at the man lying between my legs. He gave me one of those beautiful crooked smiles of his—cheeky enough to get my Tirian pacing inside me—before he wriggled back, drawing my hips down.
“Oh fuck!”
I’d never really gotten into anal before this. The obvious phobia about it being unclean, along with some very ham-fisted attempts at introducing me to it, had meant it was well and truly off the table, until I came to Sanctuary. I whined as Brandon’s tongue flicked over my clit, firm enough that I could feel that ache inside me build, but not enough to get me where I needed to go. The sensation on my arsehole sent sharp spikes of pleasure through me, my senses following every movement as the ache intensified.
“I need...” I whimpered.
“I’ve got everything you need,” Slade rumbled. I felt a thrill of anticipation as I heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his zipper, his other hand never giving up on the slow circular caress.
I snarled as Brandon’s mouth pulled away from me. “Slowly!”
“Get your fucking tongue on my clit and shut the fuck up!” I snapped.
“Love, I—”
“Have had twelve-inch dicks up your arse and have lived to tell the tale, I know. I just want the opportunity to see what a seven-inch one is like.”
“Princess,” Slade’s spare hand slapped down on my butt cheek. “I’m at least eight.”
“And I know exactly where I want it. Slade, I need you to—”
As per usual, my lovers ignored my orders, Brandon slipping off the bed and taking up position next to Slade, if the other hand on my butt was anything to go by. I dropped my head down to the mattress and started banging it with frustration.
“I... just... want... to... come.”
“And you will, as many times as you wish. Finn’s due home in an hour?” Brandon said.
“Yeah, on reduced hours due to the pack bonds not being formalised, but Kelly knows his mind’s not really on the job,” Slade said, still stroking my pucker. The sensation was different without the clit stimulation. Brandon had said that would be the case, damn him. It was somehow sharper, edgier. I wasn’t sure if it would feel amazing or hurt, which had my clit throbbing.
“Shaun’s on nights, so we might not see him for a bit, but Aaron’s got two days off after today.”
“Shit, so we better make sure she’s feeling relaxed. He’s gonna be fit to burst the moment he gets in the door.”
Fuck... I remembered exactly what that was like the last time he did a five-day rotation. I’d leapt on him the moment he walked inside the door, he’d opened his pants with one hand, tongue down my throat while I worked him into me, one arm around his neck. Then he’d slammed me against the glass door and—
I heard the click of a bottle top, jerking my attention back to the present.
“Lots of lube,” Brandon said. “It’s very, very different to vaginal sex. Add more, then add more again.” I groaned as I felt the wet slip across my skin, Brandon’s narrower fingers digging in slightly deeper than Slade’s blunt tips. I pushed my hips backwards, trying to spear myself on them.
“No, love,” Brandon growled, sending a jolt through
me. He very rarely pulled the dominant thing with me, preferring to use that with those of the guys up for it, but when he did... My Tirian should have come rocketing to the forefront, ready to rip his head off. Instead, she stretched out inside me, her body resembling mine in a picture of relaxed surrender.
He rubbed his hand down my spine, a slow, sinuous thing. “I know you want it,” Brandon said. “All of it, and if you knew how much we fucking ache to give it to you, you wouldn’t torment us with asking.”
“Yes, I would.”
“OK, fair enough, you would.”