Reclaiming the Edge Sara Brookes The sexual journey of Dalton, Cade and Erin begins in Ragged Edge. You won’t want to miss the beginning of their lusty connection!
It isn’t a birthday celebration without a little pain to chase the pleasure—at least according to Dalton and Cade, the two men who stole Erin’s heart. Relationships are complicated and Erin has been retreating—both emotionally and physically—from her lovers. Pushed away for reasons they don’t understand and determined to overcome her resistance, the men devise a wicked plan. They’ll use two very special gifts and one captivating night to reclaim her submission. They don’t count on Erin’s trip to subspace exposing a heartwrenching confession…one that threatens to rip the triad apart forever.
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Chapter One Erin Corvus rubbed at the tension headache building between her eyes. Tired and cranky after a long day at work, she wanted nothing more than to go home and pull the covers over her head. Most of all, she didn’t want to think. She’d spent so much time being miserable lately, she’d forgotten what it meant to be happy. Blindly going through the motions of her life had become her modus operandi. She’d gotten so caught up in a huge project for a client tonight, she’d nearly hit the ceiling when her cell phone vibrated. The text from Dalton had indicated the importance of meeting him and Cade at the shop around ten. Now fifteen past, neither lover was anywhere to be found. As sheriff for their small, sleepy town of Collington Creek, Kincade Roberts was usually a stickler about schedules. Hopefully he wasn’t late because something serious had happened to one of the town’s residents. She tossed her key on the side table, annoyed she’d driven across town when she could have gone home, taken a shower and curled up in her favorite sweats. Instead she stood in the back room of Dalton Shaw’s motorcycle shop, Iron Cruisers. There were too many memories here she wasn’t interested in remembering. As she wrapped her arms in front of her, she did her best not to look at the bed. It was so cold and barren—just like her. Annoyed with the sight of the location that had once been such a place of immense pleasure, she turned. The oddly shaped piece of furniture in front of her gave her pause. It seemed out of place amid the other pieces of Dalton’s bondage equipment tucked against the walls. A shimmering aquamarine fabric was draped over the item, the iridescence of the cloth causing it to appear to move and flow even though the air in the room remained still. The shade of blue was the same as her eyes. 4
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Curious now, she stepped closer, brushing her fingers against the surface. Smooth and silky, the fabric under the tips of her fingers triggered a warm feeling low in her belly. She’d worn a flowing dress made of this very same fabric the last time Dalton’s ropes had bound her wrists and ankles. He’d secured her in place to a set of chains that dangled from the ceiling, forcing her to watch while Cade knelt before him to pay loving attention to his cock. The reminder that the devious torture had lasted for hours caused the warmth to flash to hot, burning through her so swiftly she gasped. She took a moment to mourn the sensation that had been absent recently. Ever since her life had taken a first-class nosedive into the shitter. Swallowing the self pity, she clutched at the covering and pulled. The material fell away, slowly revealing the treasure it hid. Interest lost in the fabric, she let it fall to the floor as she stepped forward. Calling it furniture didn’t do the piece justice. It was a work of art. Dalton’s hands had been all over this thing. His craftsmanship and attention to detail was once again impeccable. A solid sheet of brushed metal served as the side support while stunning blue leather curved sensuously in a sweep that resembled the contours of a woman’s body. She reached out, brushing her hand over the buttery leather cushion that came to her waist. She followed the arc as it dipped off to her right into a deep curve that begged to cradle someone. It swept up again, flowing into a graceful hump no higher than her knee. The luscious curves seduced the eye as well as the mind. “I haven’t seen that look in your eyes in a very, very long time.” Dalton stepped out of the shadows, his fingers capturing her chin to tilt her face to accommodate for their vast height difference. His lips brushed lightly against hers. “I’ve missed it.”
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His arresting gray gaze had always been something she got lost in, especially when he looked as if he could devour her at any moment. The pleasurable thought did a lazy slide low in her gut. Licking her lips, she reminded herself why she’d come here. “You’re late.” “Seeing you look that way was totally worth it.” Dalton smiled, his fingers skimming against her forehead as he brushed her long fall of strawberry-blonde bangs out of the way. His warm lips pressed against her skin before he gathered her close to his body. She’d always felt so tiny in his arms, his muscular bulk nearly overwhelming. Trapped in his embrace, she’d once been so safe and secure, as if nothing could touch her because she was invincible. The disappointment she experienced on her birthday indicated otherwise. Her gaze roamed the room, noting they were alone. “Where’s Cade? You said you both wanted to talk to me.” “He’ll be here in a few minutes.” Pulling away, she tilted her head toward the chair. “So what is this?” “Your birthday present, of course.” She glanced at the seat in confusion. “Silly of me for not thinking that before. Especially since my birthday was last month.” Dalton nodded. “It wasn’t a very happy time for you.” She grimaced at the reminder of the huge fight she’d gotten into with them that night. She’d yet to apologize for her behavior, mostly because she’d been avoiding them entirely. “Wasn’t a cake walk for you two either. Past couple of months have been that way.” “I know. Which is why I asked you to meet me here.” “To see a chair.” Mischief glinted in his eyes as one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Oh this is not just any chair.”
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“With you, it never is. I don’t understand what a late birthday present has to do with—” A single finger pressed against her lips. “One rule tonight—we’ll talk about this later. It’s been stressful for all of us, not just you.” He reached forward, cradling her jaw in both of his hands. “We’ve been so focused on what isn’t happening we’ve forgotten what brought us all together in the first place. So, I lied. A second rule—as much pleasure as we all can stand. I think that’s something we all deserve.” “In a chair…” “You doubt me.” He scooped her up in his arms, light as a feather, wrapping her legs around his narrow waist. His hands fit around her hips, holding her in place as he straddled the chair. His grin returned as he settled into the deep curve of the cushion, bowing away from her to rest his back against the high rise. The position placed her in his lap, directly over the ridge of his growing hard-on. “Even after all the trouble I went to making you a sex chair.” Suddenly, the voluptuous curves and graceful angles made sense. She couldn’t even begin to fathom the number of positions the chair could accommodate. Standing, sitting, reclining, even the ease with which she could swallow his cock whole with the height differences of the dual arcs. Dalton’s hands shifted, his thumbs slipping under the hem of her tee to skim across her bare skin. His touch wasn’t tentative. He clearly had no reservations about what he wanted from her despite her recent behavior. Power streamed from Dalton, inundating her senses to wipe away any hesitancy she had. He dominated her thoughts, her body suddenly aching to discover some of those positions with him. “And there’s that look again.” The tone of his voice shifted, adopting a deep resonance that held the power to command. She shuddered at the hold he had over her body when he got this way. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” Remembering his rules for the night, and fueled by the arousal building between them, she shifted her pelvis to slide against the hard bulge under his zipper. She tapped 7
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the high back over his head before she fit her hand against the curve of his skull, his silky black hair threading through her fingers. “You looking at me just as you are right now. You’re naked, sitting there with that smug-bastard grin you get when you know you have what I want. And I want your cock so much my mouth waters.” “And in this little fantasy, why haven’t you taken what you want?” “Because you haven’t given me permission.” She lowered her head, grazing her lips over the firm line of his neck. His alluring, musky scent drew her deeper, the images of the fantasy becoming more vivid in her mind. “Cade is with us, standing behind me with his hands locked around my wrists. He’s holding me in place so I can’t budge. We’re both trembling with anticipation, waiting for you to give me what I want.” She leaned forward, pressing her body firmly against his. Need flowed through her veins, too addicting to allow the moment to slip away simply because of her recent doubts and insecurities. Had she really been stupid enough to push this away just because she couldn’t get out of her own head? “And what was that you wanted again? I forgot,” Dalton teased, a sexy smile playing on his lips. Braced on her elbows on either side of his head, she ground her hips down as she glided her mouth over his. “Your impressive cock sliding over my tongue as you fuck my mouth. Your hands curled around my head, guiding my movements. First slow and easy, like you want to savor my mouth on you. Then faster and deeper as you force me to swallow that thickness, taking it all the way.” She could almost feel the brush of the fine hair scattered across his abdomen against her nose. “I would never force you to take anything.” His cocky grin spread. That boldness of his was so damn intoxicating. “How about encourage? Because I sure as hell want your dick in my mouth. And I don’t care what the fuck you do once it’s there.” “Who taught you such raunchy language, sweetness?” 8
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Punch-drunk on the headiness of the power in the words, she smiled. “My Master.” “He should be commended then. Rewarded, I think, for his excellent teaching ability.” He kissed her slow and easy, teasing her lips apart with his tongue. Delving deeper, he drew her under his spell until she was boneless with longing. The kiss intensified, the power of it making her want to crawl into his skin. She dragged in a breath as his hands shifted to close around her breasts. He made her feel so good. She wanted more. So much more. She hadn’t wanted that in what seemed like forever. When they finally broke away, it took her a few moments to gain her bearings. “How do you think my Master should claim his reward?” “You need to be naked for what I have in mind.” He pulled her closer, licking the delicate skin stretched over her collarbone before closing his teeth where shoulder met neck. The pain of the possessive bite arrowed to her breasts, beading her nipples into tight peaks. The feeling traveled lower, moving between her legs to her aching pussy where she throbbed with need. He shifted their position, bowing her back over the smaller arch. Cool air fluttered over her skin as he lifted her shirt, his mouth closing hot and wet around her nipple. Each tug and pull he made caused her arousal to spread. The sharp edge of his teeth scraped against her flesh, his tongue laving away the pain. A wet pop sounded as he released the bud. The chaise shook slightly as he repositioned, his lips moving lower to press a soft kiss to her skin as he parted the zipper on her khakis. The stubble he hadn’t shaved away rubbed against the newly exposed flesh of her inner thigh as he dragged her pants off and away. Bared for him, she held her breath as he spread her thighs wider, hooking one leg over his shoulder. Without preamble, he drove two fingers into her core. She moaned, arching off the leather as he relentlessly plunged into her with measured strokes.
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“Hot. Wet. Sweet and perfect. Made for me.” She heard the sound of the door closing, but Dalton didn’t seem to care that someone had just walked into the room. He shifted his free hand, tugging on her thigh. “Fuck my fingers.” The curvature of the chair allowed her the leverage she needed to comply. “That’s it. Fuck yourself onto my hand.” As she slowly drove down on Dalton’s fingers, she glanced over to find Cade stripping off his shirt. Hunger heated that wanton gaze, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. Almost as if he couldn’t strip away his stuffy uniform fast enough. The bland tan shirt parted, revealing the solid plane of his flat stomach, the narrow waist that flared wide to showcase exquisitely chiseled pecs. His build differed from Dalton’s mass, with long, lean muscles that roped under skin tanned from hours spent in the hot Georgia sun. The sight of his fabulous body made her mouth water. Cade stripped away the belt, the leather clearing each loop with a loud swish. The sound reminded her of the last time Dalton had spanked her. He’d bent her over his spanking bench, stripped Cade of the very same belt and nearly worn the impression of the leather into her ass. She’d grown to love the heat and pain of the slaps, which had forced Dalton to make an adjustment in punishments he doled out. Now he spanked for pleasure instead of discipline. Her mind drifted as she wondered what brand of Dalton’s pain would be on the menu tonight. Her ass already tingled with the thought of his hand slapping hot against her flesh. “I don’t know what it is you’re thinking about, but your cunt is dripping wet. Keep going.” She shifted slightly, driving Dalton’s fingers completely into her. She swiveled her hips so his knuckles pressed against her clit. Cade’s belt hit the floor with a soft thud, his pants quickly joining the pile as his coordination seemed to return. His boxer briefs were next and now he stood before her delightfully naked. The glint in his piercing green eyes told her so much. 10
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He turned and bent, digging for something in his pants. The angle allowed her to see a quick flash of color between his firm ass cheeks. As he rummaged around in his pocket, she recognized the narrow strip as the base of a butt plug. Her pussy clenched Dalton’s fingers, drawing a soft chuckle from him. “And now I know exactly what you’re thinking about. Can’t say that I blame you.” She pushed down, driving his fingers into her as his lips pressed against the top of her mound. His breath caressed her skin. “I had his ass earlier. Except his rock-solid control faltered a bit so he came before I gave him permission. The plug you see is his punishment. A reminder he won’t have me inside him like that again until I decide otherwise.” She’d worn one of Dalton’s plugs before, but not for discipline. They’d gone to Second Circle, a private BDSM club on the outskirts of downtown Atlanta, and she’d watched a Domme insert a plug into her submissive. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her and the next day, he’d given her a vivid demonstration. The small toy had stood as a constant reminder with each step she took, driving her nearly to the point of madness before he’d finally removed it. Punishment was a very appropriate word to describe the effect. Something metal clinked softly together in Cade’s hand as he pushed the pile of clothing to the side and stood. She watched his approach as she continued to slowly slide up and down Dalton’s hand. His hard cock bobbed as he walked toward them, his reddish-brown hair falling into his eyes to give him a dangerous, untouchable air. Her cop. Those determined strides slowed as he approached, as if he wanted to watch her ride Dalton’s fingers. She half expected him to fist himself, beat off a few quick strokes, but he’d learned the valuable lesson that action received long ago. Add in what Dalton had just said and Cade’s passivism was understandable. Instead he stood there in all his six-foot glory, vibrating with need. Christalmighty, he’s gorgeous.
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Cade knelt slowly, his hands coming to rest lightly on his thighs in the presentation position Dalton preferred. Light bounced off the metal wrapped around Cade’s right index finger. The custom-crafted ring resembled a rope stacked three times, similar to the shibari rope ladders Dalton routinely tied around their wrists. She glanced at the identical piece of silver circling her finger and marveled at the way it caught the light. She loved seeing the silvery glint of the collars Dalton had given them. The simple piece of metal connected the three of them. With all the stress blanketing her life lately, she’d gotten caught up, forgetting the small symbol of their commitment. Dalton’s free hand pressed against her pelvis, halting her movements. He held his fingers inside her, pressing hard against her flesh. “Come here, Cade.” He rose with all the grace he was known for before stepping forward so his erection brushed against Erin’s thigh. Dalton slowly extracted his fingers from her pussy, teasing her as he withdrew. She ached from the loss the moment his fingers pulled away. “Do you want to taste how ready she is for you?” “Yes.” Primal lust dripped from the single word. Dalton stood, extending his fingers as his free hand caressed the underside of her knee. Cade’s eyes closed briefly as Dalton’s fingers slipped between his lips. He suckled, taking in Dalton’s fingers slowly instead of all at once. His gut-deep groan blanketed her, sparking a shiver of need that traveled from head to toe. Her body reached for them both, but she remained silent. She wasn’t a stranger to playing voyeur to all the phases of their lust for one another. This was their moment to share. Dalton moved suddenly, stripping his fingers away just seconds before his mouth crushed against Cade’s. The two men kissed much more aggressively than she ever did, a rough edge she wasn’t capable of providing. Their lips molded together as the kiss 12
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turned scalding. He’d kissed her much the same way earlier, an indication this wasn’t just any kiss. This was how Dalton branded them, marking both as his own. The sight of the two men kissing so passionately finally got the best of her. “That is still—shit. So. Fucking. Beyond. Hot.” Cade broke away with a snort. “There’s that mouth of hers again. See what you did, you incorrigible bastard?” “You should have heard her earlier.” Pride seemed to waft off Dalton in waves. Cade’s eyebrows lifted. “See what I miss by running your errands?” “Way I remember it, you’re the one who came to me. So I take it this means you found what you were looking for?” “Of course.” He transferred whatever he’d brought with him to Dalton’s hand so quickly she didn’t get to see. “Thank you.” Dalton brushed a light kiss to Cade’s cheek as he swung his leg over the chair, moving around to Erin’s head. “We have another surprise for you. Another gift. Something new since we let testing your pain limits fall to the wayside.” The clink of metal caught her attention as he finally displayed what Cade had brought. Two pieces of silver sat cradled against his palm, resembling an ornate clover shape. He moved his fingers so the small chain connecting the two pieces sparked in the light. His touch scraped over her nipple, pinching the sensitive nub between his forefinger and thumb. The pain awakened her even more. He showed the same attention to the other nipple, which elicited an identical response from her. “So pretty. I think you’ll do just fine with these.” More pain arrived as he fit the first clamp around one hardened nub. Just as Dalton had taught her during their first lesson in processing pain, she forced herself to focus the discomfort away from a central point. She filtered it in a matter of seconds, the bite
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of the ache now simply a dull throb. The twinge bloomed again as he positioned the other clamp. This time she focused on the impression of the cold chain lying against the valley between her breasts. She rode the pain as the gossamer edges of subspace began to creep in. Her eyes opened again once she found right where she wanted to be, just on the rim of falling into that hazy state completely. She wrapped it around herself, using her submission to drift along in the serene state. Oh she’d missed this so very much. Dalton kissed the tip of her nose. “Once more, your ability to adapt and overcome is mighty impressive.” He caressed her arm, threading his fingers through hers. “Sit up for a moment.” As she did, the chain connecting the clamps gently swung. The weight of the metal tugged, tightening both clamps at the same time. The pain she’d processed away slammed into her full force, causing her to clutch Dalton’s hand. Cade’s palm brushed against her back as he came to stand behind her, an added comfort through the rush. She breathed out slowly, again filtering the pain so it morphed to pleasure. Each gentle swing of the chain made her pussy wet and achy. Well, more than it already was. “My lovely, reactive sub. Your tits are already superb, but add this kind of decoration? I do believe I want to see what you look like as I slide my dick through this succulent little valley. Next time though.” Dalton’s finger brushed against her skin, the back of his hand causing the chain to swing again. “We’ll add a weight or two next time too. I want to see if that sets you off even more.” His ideas—promises really, as Dalton always followed through—threaded need through her already oversaturated system. She lifted her head, finding Dalton’s gaze. “Thank you.”
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“I wish I could take credit for being the one who set you on fire this way. But I can’t.” The idea Cade had been the one to come up with the notion of the clamps thrilled her. Dalton had always encouraged them to explore new territory. This certainly seemed to be just that. The hot comfort of Cade’s chest pressed against her back. His lips caressed the delicate curve of her ear, hot air skittering across her skin. “Can I taste her before I fuck her?” Cade loved oral sex. He loved pussy as much as he loved cock. And it showed. His attention to detail was impeccable. She loved his mouth between her legs, his tongue working her clit as his fingers did wicked things to her insides. She waited while Dalton looked her over. That smug grin reappeared. “Yeah, you’ve earned it. I want to hear about it though. Loud and proud.” He boosted himself up on the center of the chaise. He sat on the higher end directly across from her, his foot tapping the low curve between them. “Get on your hands and knees right here, ass in the air. Your little fantasy is about to become a reality, sweetness.” His jeans gapped tantalizingly, calling to her with the barest glimpse of hard, toned flesh. The tip of his erection, flushed red to indicate the high level of his arousal, peeked through the opening. His cock was wide and sturdy, thick steel just like the build of the rest of his body. She ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them in anticipation. Oh how she longed to have him in her mouth. He crooked a finger to her, parting the fly of his jeans to expose the entire length of his thick shaft to her roving gaze. The invitation was too compelling to ignore, especially after her head had been filled with the idea of swallowing him whole. She started to creep forward, but Cade’s hands clamped around her waist. “In due time. I’ve a reward I intend to collect at the moment. I don’t get a lot of opportunities
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during moments like this to tell you exactly what I’m thinking. And since he’s feeling generous, I’d like to take advantage of it.” His hand dipped between her legs, encouraging her to widen the gap between her thighs. She spread them as far as the wide seat of the chair would allow before exaggerating the arch of her back as she unabashedly offered him her pussy. Light exploded behind her eyes as Cade’s tongue lightly touched her clit. “You have such a pretty cunt, Erin. Those dark, pink folds almost beg to be fondled by our hands. Our cocks. Whatever. And when you sit on my face…damn. You make this adorable little squeak when I first start eating you. That gets me too. Then you get all breathy and hot.” His tongue pressed hard against her opening, sliding slowly upward, which caused her to make that noise he mentioned. “And glistening wet. Fucking-A, you taste good when you come. Like an elixir I can’t get enough of.” His tongue cruised back to her entrance, making a lazy circle before driving into her pussy. Sweet pleasure engulfed her, convincing her she would die while he devoured her. His teeth closed around her clit, igniting a pleasure-pain line that melded with the clamps to sear through her core. He was relentless, driving and licking as his mouth seemed to be everywhere at once. She bucked against his hold when he drew out a long, measured stroke that coated her from one end to the other. She wanted to scream. She very nearly did when Cade lightly tapped her ass with the flat of his hand. The sting of the touch sent shockwaves through her, seeming to strip every bone from her body. He lifted her effortlessly as he sat behind her, sliding down so his body followed the sloping dip in the chair. The sturdy piece Dalton had built accepted their combined weight easily. As if she’d had a doubt he would construct anything substandard. Cade’s knees parted her legs, opening her to straddle his lap as he slid to the lowest height of the chair. His hands closed firmly around her hips, tugging her down to where the position placed his head at the perfect angle for…oh hell yes. 16
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He buried his face between her legs, sweeping his tongue and lips over her slippery folds. The endorphin high swelled inside her, the luxurious sensation radiating from the tight constriction around her nipples and where Cade worshipped her so intimately. The pain and pleasure complimented each other, layering together to propel her higher. “I could worship this inviting slickness of yours for hours.” His thumbs parted her labia, exposing her. Long, slow licks interspersed with quick brushes of his tongue. Teeth scraped against her sensitive skin, drawing a soft moan that echoed through the room. His head shifted, his teeth biting into the meat of her ass before driving his tongue into her pussy again. A rush of ecstasy flooded her body, rolling through her bonedeep. “Yes. Please. God, yes that feels so good.” Her gaze found Dalton’s as she sought his permission. Long ago, he’d claimed ownership of her orgasms, though he rarely denied her outright. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make her work for what she desperately wanted. Dalton leaned casually back on his elbows, the bulk of his body following the elegant curve of the chaise as he stretched out to watch them. “I could never say no to you when you look at me that way. So unbelievably gorgeous. And ours. Go on, give it to him. He deserves it after delivering the clamps. Besides, I like watching you squirm with his head between your legs. Not to mention the fact this angle gives me the perfect view of the chain connecting your nipples. I quite like the way it frames Cade’s cock.” At Dalton’s words, Cade pushed two fingers into her as his tongue swept over the pucker of her anus. She gasped, excitement a taut fist in her belly. The sting of the metal around her nipples added to the tension coiling through her, causing her snug channel to tighten with each thrust of his fingers. Cade drove her gently, the orgasm gradually blooming through her body like a flower opening to the sunlight for the very first time. The slow, intoxicating pull dragged her deeper into subspace. Something brushed against her head and she 17
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realized it was Dalton’s hand, his fingers threading softly through her hair as she floated on the high. She could do anything.
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Chapter Two Cade shifted under her as she drifted through time and space. He settled her in his lap, his cock following the seam of her ass. That appealing hardness wasn’t even enough to yank her back. But when he reached around her shoulder to close his hand around Dalton’s cock, she fought off the haze. The spectacle before her deserved to be watched. Fingers still slick with her juices, Cade’s hand pumped leisurely from root to tip a few times. She shuddered at the sight, knowing she would taste herself there later. Dalton’s eyes fluttered closed, his body strung tight with tension as Cade continued to jerk him off. Desperate to touch Dalton as well, she skimmed her hands up his thighs. His muscles flinched before relaxing as she squeezed. Leaning forward, she reached under Cade’s arm, tugging on the waistband of Dalton’s jeans. She wanted him nude so she could take in all of him. He lifted his hips just enough for her to pull his pants down before placing her hands on his bare thighs. Under her fingers, she felt the long, twisting scar up the side of his left leg. The thick knots of skin stood as a reminder of a horrific accident that had nearly taken his life about two years ago. She pushed away the painful reminder as it had no place in her mind at this moment. Instead, she chose to focus on the fact Dalton was very naked and very available to her. Cade continued the slow, rhythmic strokes as she leaned forward to lick the soft flesh of Dalton’s balls. She scraped her teeth lightly over the surface of his skin a few times before opening to suck him in. Dalton’s pleasure-filled moan pressed out through the room. Musk and power filled her mouth and nose as she cradled his sac, playing her fingers over his skin. She glanced up his body as she deliberately swirled her tongue 19
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against the root of his shaft. His eyes had gone dark, unfocused and hazy as if he’d slipped into topspace. It was a rare moment to see Dalton so unguarded. Seeing him in this kind of state indicated he’d been under a lot of pressure as well. As her and Cade’s Dom, she knew he felt responsible whenever they were down for the count. And lately she’d experienced several TKOs. This was a perfect way to show her gratitude for his love, care and attention. Not to mention his skillful domination. Cade held the base of Dalton’s cock, angling the tip toward her mouth as she dragged her lips along the hard shaft. Dalton’s gaze locked on hers as she flicked her tongue out, gathering the bead of semen that had leaked from the slit. His salty taste pulled her deeper into the moment. She rubbed her cheek against the broad head, enjoying the pleasure that came from being in this position with them. “I’ve missed you, Dalton. Missed your taste. How it dances over my tongue with each thrust.” “Well I’m here now.” Cade tapped the head of Dalton’s cock against her mouth, trailing the gathering drops of pre-cum across her lips. She sucked him into her mouth as Cade continued to hold the base. In and out, slow then fast, slicking his shaft with her tongue. Time seemed to cease as she fell into a rhythm pleasuring him. She took the time to build his pleasure gradually, drawing it from him instead of demanding. His hips began to rock with her movement, his desire level climbing higher. “Hold her hands, Cade.” Desire filled his order. Cade followed the command without question, his fingers brushing the side of her face after releasing Dalton. He shifted her hair to the side, pressing a kiss to the space between her shoulder blades. His tongue teased a few knobs of her spine, worrying each one for a few minutes before moving on. Strong hands now trailed down her side, causing her to shiver as his short nails scraped against the curve of her waist. 20
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He gently pulled her arms behind her, cuffing her wrists tightly against her lower back and stopping only when she started to squirm in discomfort. The pain reminded her Dalton liked some as well. She skimmed her teeth over the column of his cock as Cade continued to hold her wrists firmly in his grasp. Tethered this way between Cade’s secure grip and Dalton’s cock throbbing against her tongue, she found perfection. “That’s it, sweetness, make me come while Cade fucks you.” Cade shifted her on his lap, his hands releasing her arms to cradle the underside of her thighs as he lifted her. The tips of his fingers skimmed against her slick heat. “Her cunt is dripping wet, Dalton.” Dalton hissed as she slowly worked her mouth down his shaft. “Yes, I know. It’s very addictive, much like her mouth is.” “I love the fact she genuinely enjoys sucking your cock. I’m almost jealous.” The tip of Cade’s hard-on rubbed against her clit which caused stars to form behind her eyes. He impaled her on himself, holding her tightly in place while she continued to feast on Dalton. She dragged her tongue against the fat crest of his cock head before swallowing him again. With a sigh heavy with need, Cade started to fuck himself into her body. So good. They felt so fucking wonderful, her eyes rolled back in her head from the intensity. Her pussy gripped him tightly as she rotated her hips each time he thrust up. She needed him to fuck her hard and deep. She traced her tongue against the flared underside of the head, following the ridge before surrounding Dalton with her mouth once more. This time she set a brutal pace, licking and sucking. Farther in and out of her mouth with each stoke as she wanted more. “Your mouth is a treasure. One I will cherish to the day I die.” He tightened his hands on her head, his fingers tangling in her hair so hard her eyes watered. The pain he continued to bestow upon her was so damn gratifying. The secure grip of the 21
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clamps, the weight of the swinging chain, continued to remind her of the fine line of pleasure-pain. Her endorphins kicked into overdrive, allowing her to ride that pleasurefilled edge. He tugged hard, yanking her mouth away as he forced her to stare up into eyes bright with heat. And lust. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Then later, I’m going to fill your ass with my cock and pound into you until you scream our names.” Dalton’s cock filled her mouth again. His thrusts were shallow at first, slow, patient moves that allowed her to adjust. His pace increased, his shaft moving deeper into her mouth with each push. “Yeah. That’s it. Suck me.” Cade groaned behind her. She writhed as he thrust into her pussy. He pulled out fully, slamming into her again so hard she moaned around Dalton’s cock. “Christ, Erin, I didn’t think it was possible for your cunt to get any hotter. It’s like I’m fucking the Devil herself.” Grinding her against him, the wet sounds of their lovemaking excited her even more. There was something about the sound that drove her wild. So primal. So elemental. The two men worked in tandem, making sure she found as much pleasure as they did. Dalton hissed as he finally slipped past her gag reflex, her mouth and throat surrounding his entire length. He gave a few quick and deep thrusts, his thighs shaking under her palms. “Sweet Christ, your mouth is utter bliss.” He reached out, collaring his hand around her throat as he pulled her mouth off him. She started to protest, hungry for more, but stopped when he warned her with a stern look. “Soon, I promise. I’m enjoying watching you with Cade right now. But, Erin, your complete and total surrender devastates me more than you’ll ever know.” Emotion overwhelmed her as her heart swelled. A reminder they were written into her blood, her bones and—most importantly—her soul.
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Cade thrust into her so forcefully, the chain bounced against Dalton’s leg. The pain shot to her clit just as Dalton leaned forward and claimed her mouth. His tongue swept in to capture, taste. More importantly—to own. “Stop for a minute, Cade. Hold her in place and don’t either of you move until I say otherwise.” The man she rode growled in frustration, which caused Dalton to simply laugh. “This will be well worth the wait. I want to remind Erin how much she likes the pain.” Cade started to draw small circles against her lower back. Even with his superb abilities this had to test his level of control, especially considering he still wore the plug. His light touch signaled nothing. She tucked away a reminder to ask him about it later because she still sought something that would help her focus for more control. “I think I remember.” “Not this kind.” Dalton grinned, his index finger coming to rest on the center of the chain, stilling it. He tugged gently once, twice and then pulled harder. This time he didn’t release, using more and more pressure until she gasped. Cade hissed as the walls of her pussy fluttered around him. “Jesus.” She loved it when Dalton pushed the boundaries of both her and Cade’s control at the same time. He possessed a mastery of them that couldn’t be equaled. When he finally released the chain, a flood of pain bloomed in her breasts. It brightened to a sharp, excruciating acuteness when he removed one of the clamps entirely. As blood rushed to the location of the sting, her cunt clamped hard around Cade’s shaft. His hands gripped the flare of her waist as he pushed her forward slightly with his palms, grinding her against him. The friction caused his testicles to press hard against her clit, pulling another strangled gasp from her. Cade’s control was obviously being tested to the furthest reaches of his limitations. It caused her to wonder whom Dalton intended this torture for—her or Cade. Now she understood Dalton’s statement about making Cade’s wait worthwhile.
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Just when she didn’t think she could take it anymore, Dalton soothed away some of the ache with his gentle touch. She arched into his hands, sighing at the relief as she pressed the hard pebble to his palm. Though her nipple still pulsated, it was a sensation she could control. “You’re both going to get off now. Give those orgasms to me.” Even with Dalton’s words, she’d been so focused on managing the pain she didn’t expect the rush when he removed the second clamp. Her orgasm hit, painfully and without warning. A full, blinding climax that caused her to rock her hips in an effort to reach for more as she splintered into a thousand tiny pieces. Her fragmented sob split the air as the power of the release robbed her of her senses, transforming her into a being of pure pleasure. “You’re so fucking goddamn gorgeous when you come.” Dalton’s mouth collided against hers, stealing her breath. The feral sound of Cade’s roar as he erupted inside her raised the fine hairs on the back of her neck. He lifted her once, shoving her back down with such force, she knew she’d wear the imprint of his fingers on her hips for days to come. She shook against him from the power of their releases. Her body pulsing as she floated on a cloud of sheer contentment. Reality ceased to exist as, piece by piece, she shattered. When conscious thought returned, she found herself cradled between the men on the floor in front of Dalton’s chair. Her chair, she amended, made for the three of them to enjoy. Her head rested on Dalton’s thighs while Cade brushed his hand over the backs of her calves with slow, lazy strokes. Still swimming on the fog of subspace, the emotion she’d shut away over the past few months knocked into her. It bracketed her on all sides, its demand to take over more powerful than any order given by Dalton. Her chest constricted, tightening painfully. This wasn’t a pleasurable pain she could control or one she could filter off into other areas of her body. 24
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This was soul shattering. Tears streamed down her face as the pain grew stronger, consuming her. Bile rose in the back of her throat, the putrid taste burning the delicate lining of her esophagus. She curled onto her side, facing away from the men as she wrapped her arms around her waist. Tears began to flow unchecked, flowing more freely than ever before. Dalton scooped her up, fitting her against his body. “Erin, are you all right?” “I’m sorry.” She rocked in his arms, unable to process the rush of emotions swamping her. “I’m so, so sorry. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep pretending everything is going to be all right when it’s not. It’s just not.” “She’s incoherent.” Cade swooped in, gripping her jaw firmly in his fingers. “Erin, look at me. Focus on my voice. Shit, I think she’s bottoming out. I’ll get some cold water.” “No!” She grabbed his arm, wrapping her hand tightly around his wrist as if her life depended on the connection. “Stay here. Stay. Stay. Don’t leave me. You can’t leave me. Either of you.” “Okay. We’re not going anywhere.” Cade’s soft words soothed away some of her pain as he curled their fingers together. His lips tenderly brushed against the ends of her fingers. “Just let me know you’re good.” Her eyes burned from shed tears, her throat dry and sore from her emotional outburst. “I’m okay.” Her voice squeaked, the words coming out as if she’d scraped her vocal chords raw. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “It’s not bottom drop, I promise.” “Then tell me what’s wrong.” She sighed, taking a few minutes in the hope the feelings running through her would subside enough for her to speak clearly. The last thing she wanted to do was deliver this kind of news on shaky words.
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Dalton’s arms came around her tight as Cade squeezed her hand. “You’ve put so much pressure on yourself, Erin. Far too much than either Cade or I would ever ask of you.” “I had to.” She avoided this topic for so long, emotion colored her words. “It was stupid and childish, but…I couldn’t help it.” “Why put yourself through that kind of stress?” She swallowed again, gathering her composure. “When I woke up on my birthday and found out I wasn’t pregnant, I was devastated. I’d been so certain, so convinced, I would be able to give you two the family you deserve. Especially since we’ve been trying for the past year. When that didn’t happen, everything crashed in on me. I want to give you two an anchor to bind us all together, but I can’t—not now.” Dalton’s hand cupped her head as he held her close. “Oh baby, you make us whole just by being who you are. Don’t you understand being with us isn’t about making a family? That if it’s only the three of us for the rest of forever, that is more than we could ever ask for?” “That’s right.” Cade smiled. “We’ll spend our entire lives proving it to you if that’s what it takes for you to believe.” Her heart bled for the news she was about to deliver. They both sounded so certain, so positive. “I’ll never give either of you a child. Ever.” Dalton nudged her with his shoulder. “This is what I meant by pressure. It’s only been a year. Some people have to wait a hell of a lot longer than that. Relax, it’ll happen when it’s time.” Why did this have to hurt so much? She forced back another swell of emotion, knowing this had to be done. “I wish that was the case. I really do. When we decided to start trying, I thought it would be a good time to see my doctor for a routine checkup. We started talking about family planning and what I needed to do in order to boost my chances of getting pregnant. She ran a few tests and…I’m sorry. I’m so very, very sorry.” 26
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Her vision blurred as tears began to flow again. This time, the emotions swelling inside her stayed within manageable levels. She may not have been calm, but she could at least be rational. “Holy shit,” Dalton whispered. He released her, placing her on his lap so she faced him directly. “You’ve been going through this alone?” She nodded as his thumbs wiped at the trails of tears streaking down her face. “Why didn’t you tell us?” “I didn’t want you to be disappointed with me because I’m…I don’t know, faulty? I don’t recall the technical medical jargon, but my body’s kicked me into some kind of premature menopause. My ovaries have just shut down, my estrogen levels are all over the board, and…and…oh for fuck’s sake, I don’t remember the rest. It’s not important. It all adds up to mean my body is some kind of broken piece of machinery that will never work the way it’s supposed to.” Dalton’s hands tightened on her face. “Listen to me. You’re not broken and you are not faulty.” She threw her hands into the air. “I know. Deep down, I know that. But my brain got all screwed up and clouded. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking I’d let you both down.” Cade captured her hands, pulling her into his lap. “Don’t you ever, ever think that again. Ever. If anything Dalton and I are the ones who don’t deserve you. There is no reason you should’ve had to go through all of that alone. None. We’re going to be here for you no matter how rocky things get. That’s what you do for someone you love with everything you are.” Dalton came to sit behind her, pressing against her back. The comfort of their bodies tight against hers was just the reassurance she needed. “Cade’s right. We all work as a team. Which means we take the lows with the highs. You can’t have one without the other. We all knew that coming into this.” Cade caressed her cheek. “Dalton and I have been racking our brains for the past month trying to figure out what we’d done to make you pull away from us. The harder 27
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we pushed, the more you withdrew. It was so damn frustrating. We knew you were disappointed, but you never gave us any indication something like this was going on. We should have been there sitting beside you when you got the news.” The tone of his words and the twin looks of sadness on their faces stabbed her gut. “I’ve hurt you both.” “You were hurting—badly. You understandably shut down in order to deal with this blow you’d been dealt. No one would be asked to go through something like that without feeling something.” He paused before continuing. “Are we hurt because you chose to keep it to yourself—probably. I’ll freely admit I am. Cade?” Cade picked up her hand, pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “Yes.” “You have to know that wasn’t my intention. Ever. I just…I don’t know. The very last thing I wanted to do was hurt either of you. That’s probably why I kept it to myself. I thought it would hurt more to know. I love you both so very much and I would never purposefully set out to cause you pain.” Their fingers linked with hers. “We know.” “I won’t make the same mistake twice, I promise. And you have to know, I didn’t mean to tell you two tonight—not like this. I want to reconnect with you. See Dalton in all his glory again. I knew in order to do that, I had to dig myself out of the muck and move on. That’s why I came here tonight. I’ve been so stupid. And selfish. So stupidly selfish.” Tears began to flow again, her heart aching for the unimaginable pain she’d caused them. Dalton pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, that sweet spot he’d discovered that would always bring her to her knees. “In the past. Over and done with. We want you, Erin. Tell Cade and I what we can do to help you move into the future. What we can do to move forward.” Swiping at her wet eyes, she smiled as her heart swelled. “I want to get back to normal. I want to be myself again. I haven’t felt like myself for a while—at least until
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about an hour ago. Being between you two again? Everything I remembered. You’re both so good for me. That’s what I need.” “Normal it is.” Feeling as if a weight had been lifted from her heart, she smiled over her shoulder. “I certainly hope normal includes you making good on that promise you made earlier.” Dalton’s hands tightened on her waist. “Are you sure?” “More than.” She rested her hand on the strong curve of his jaw. “I swear. That’s if you’ll have me even though my face is red and puffy from crying. And my nose is running. I’m a mess.” “You’re a knockout.” Dalton took her into his arms, pressing a light kiss to the tip of her nose. “Puffy face and all.” Cade smoothed her hair as he leaned in, his mouth brushing softly against hers. “We love you, Erin. Possibly more than you can ever imagine. You’re this wonderfully strong woman who astounds us each and every day with the smallest of things you’re probably not even aware of. We’ll figure this out.” “That’s right, it’s not the end of the world. There are other avenues we can explore. And it certainly doesn’t mean the end for what the three of us have. Whatever is going on in our lives, we’re here to support you. Just like you give us your unwavering support when we need it. Don’t shut yourself away again, Erin.” Dalton drew her closer as Cade snugged his body against theirs. “We love you too much for you not to be part of us.” “We can adopt. Or hire a surrogate. The possibilities are endless,” Cade offered. They drew her closer, cosseting her in their strong arms. How foolish had she been to push this away? She’d never doubted their love for a second, but she’d certainly doubted herself. “My men.”
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A shadow darkened Cade’s eyes as he slowly exhaled. “I really want to stay, but my shift starts in an hour since I’m covering for Tommy while he’s away. And unless I want to go to work smelling like you two, I need to take a shower.” He nudged her mouth with the tip of his tongue. She accepted him, loving the slide of his flesh against hers. Loving the way his careful, patient strokes seemed to melt away the last bands of constriction around her heart. His eyes were alight with arousal when he finally broke away and he turned, capturing Dalton’s mouth next. She treasured sitting this close, feeling the heat radiate from their bodies as they kissed. Though Cade was submissive, the kiss he branded on Dalton’s lips was anything but. “Take care of our girl.” He moved away, gathered his clothes and closed the door as he left. “Are you sure about this? We can always wait until later when Cade’s shift is over. Take the day to relax or something. I don’t have anywhere I need to be.” Dalton gathered her close, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her mound. Despite his words, she could tell he didn’t want to wait. Neither did she. “I’d rather you spend the day buried inside me. I’ll get some rest later while I watch you spend the night inside Cade.” She dropped a light kiss to his chin as she pushed up. “I know you won’t be able to resist knowing he’s been wearing that plug for you.” He grabbed her hips, forcing her to stay in place on his lap. “Sounds like I’m going to be one busy man later.” “Better get started.” “I think it’s time for me to worship this hot ass of yours.” His mouth was hungry, his hands molding to her back as he jerked her against him. Sizzling need slapped at her, demanding with a blinding ferocity that nearly stole her breath. Revved from a standing stop to running flat-out, she ached with the need for him to flip her over, spread her wide and slam home. Her toes curled as he sucked on her
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tongue. She melted against him as his hands seemed to be everywhere at once, taking possession again. Making certain she knew exactly who was responsible for her desire. He pulled her closer, her nipples standing out in hard, painful points as the hair on his chest abraded the sensitive flesh. He groaned as his tongue ravaged her with every velvet stroke. When his licked along the roof of her mouth, her body awakened as he rendered her senseless. “There’s my precious submissive. Welcome back, sweetness.” He rose up, spreading her out over the lower arc of the chair. The position showcased her breasts, allowing her legs to fall open in offering. He left her for a moment, returning with a tube of lubrication in his hand. He sat between her legs, spreading her ass cheeks apart. “Perfect.” Tucking a finger into her pussy, he swirled another finger coated with lube slowly against her anus. When his first knuckle slipped past the tight ring of muscle, she gasped. The sensation was unbelievably decadent. “Breathe, Erin.” Caught in the euphoria, she’d forgotten. Giggling softly, she opened wider, breathing out as his finger slid deeper. Pain merged with pleasure, becoming a hot ball of lust in her belly. More lube, another finger in each opening and she cried out as her entire body went pliant. “Dalton. Please. Just fuck my ass already.” “Patience, sub.” He began to stroke her, four fingers pushing and pulling. Lifting her to the brink, his thrusts slowed before she spilled over the edge. Those slow, languorous strokes would quicken, shooting her up into the stratosphere again. The pattern continued over and over until her entire focus arrowed on where he touched her. She whimpered when his fingers withdrew, but she wasn’t empty for long. Already hot and needy, he eased his lube-coated cock into her ass.
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“That’s it, take it.” He spoke in ragged breaths that pulled at her core. “I love being inside you.” She let out a whimper as he worked to become fully seated. The pleasurable burn spread warmth to her toes, traveling slowly through her entire body as he continued to thrust inside her. She became lust-drunk on the intense pleasure anal sex offered. Dalton’s forearms fit under her thighs, his hands conforming to the lush, round curve of her butt. The hold gave him leverage to move her as he pleased. “Lift your legs. I want to watch my dick disappear into you.” Complying, she pressed her foot against the cushion near his elbow. His thumbs spread her pussy lips, teasing her folds as he began to slowly thrust into her. She fell back against the leather, her back following the smaller curvature of the chair again. Each slow drive Dalton made caused her to fall deeper into him. Cade hissed from where he stood at the door. He was beside her, wrapping a hand around her leg to offer support, before she could blink. He tugged her knee, opening her wider for Dalton. “I thought you had to get to work?” “Got halfway there when I realized I’d forgotten to listen to my own advice about how some things are more important.” Caught up in the magic of the moment, she smirked. “Like playing perverted voyeur while my ass swallows every inch as Dalton fucks into me? While that very same ass squeezes every ounce of come from his cock? Is that the kind of important things you mean?” “God damn, I love it when you say dirty things.” He leaned down, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. She lofted higher as his teeth pulled on her tongue. “And yes, watching Dalton fuck you like this is substantially more important than the fact I will be late. Now don’t let me stop you.”
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Surrendering to Dalton this way, she could do nothing more than take each patient stroke he gifted to her. Being with them had taught her so many things about herself. She loved the powerful woman she’d evolved into because of them. From Cade’s patient and loving caresses to Dalton teaching her how to own her submission with every fiber of her being—both of them stoked a wild fire in her core that brought her to life. She’d gotten so caught up in herself and what wasn’t happening that she’d forgotten what she had right before her very eyes. Every day that passed she fell further, deeper into love with both of these men. A variety of love she’d only come to discover in the past year because they loved her in return. Their continued adoration even after the way she’d treated them showed they’d never given up on her. Even when she’d given up on herself. Cade went to his knees by her head, his hands closing around her breasts. Her nipples still ached from the clamps he’d delivered earlier. He stroked that ache, timing the brushes against her skin with each thrust Dalton made. Sweet pleasure filled her so much surely she would burst. Dalton suddenly growled, yanking himself out of her. She found herself on her hands and knees, facing Cade. At Dalton’s mercy, she loved every second of it. Demanding fingers spread her cheeks seconds before Dalton slammed his cock back into her ass. He continued the pace as if he’d never taken a pause. Stars lit behind her eyes as she savored each stroke. Such intense, sweet heaven. Cade’s hand brushed against her face, pushing her hair to the side. Their gazes met as he cupped her breasts. His mouth pressed hot over hers, his tongue probing as he played with her sensitive nipples. He pinched once, twice and then hard a third time, holding her for a long minute before releasing. A rough hiss sounded over her shoulder. Dalton gathered her hair, wrapping it around his fist before he gently tugged. Passion flared with the pain as she rose up on 33
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her knees. Cade came with her, his teeth a hot clamp around her nipple. She arched into his other hand, filling it with her breast. “I could watch you with him for days on end.” “I remember saying that very same thing once.” She gasped as Dalton drove hard forward, grinding into her even though she was certain she couldn’t take any more of his length. But oh, she wanted so much more of it. All he had to give, in fact. “Meanwhile, I could bang this glorious ass of hers for days.” Dalton pulled her almost entirely off his erection before shoving back into her. He pumped over and over, slamming against her with each thrust so she accepted every solid inch of his cock. His balls slapped against her clit each time he fucked her with a deep stroke. “Tight. So fabulously fucking tight.” She sensed his need had gone feral when his fingers dug painfully into her waist as he rolled his hips. It didn’t matter to her. She’d proudly wear his marks too. He pumped with furious thrusts until he drove into her one last time, exploding with such violence it was as if a dam had burst. He came with a long groan, a feeling of rightness swelling low in her gut as he filled her with his seed. Wild, hot pleasure swamped her, causing her head to spin. Dalton held her tight, shuddering against her. “Let me have it, Erin.” The climax hit, a train barreling at breakneck speed to shatter her into oblivion. She shuddered between their bodies, her body awash with unrelenting pleasure. Their strong arms supported her as her body stilled, tension coiling to the point of pain before exploding through her. She drew a deep breath and screamed. They all dropped, breathless and spent into a tangle of limbs on the chaise. Their hands stroked her skin, small fires of pleasure following their touch as if her body had
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been lit to glow from within. She was too exhausted to do much more than lie there like a limp noodle and simply bask in their love for her. Overcome with emotion again, her eyes filled with tears. Good ones this time. Facing the worst thing she’d ever stared down had turned out to be the best thing that happened to her. A small emptiness would always mark her heart for the child she would never have. But Dalton and Cade would fill the rest, shoving more love at her than one person could ever hope to attain in one lifetime. And she would always have this memory of the moment they reclaimed her.
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About Sara Brookes Sara Brookes is a multi-published author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.
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