Doubly Protected [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Page B

type of men she could relax with and be herself. Her relationship with them was one where commitment was possible, because she understood them, and they accepted her as she was, even when she spoke before thinking. Right now, thinking wasn’t going to happen, though. The cock pushing into her ass was far too arousing. There was pressure, and fullness, but mostly there was a driving need for more. More penetration, more pressure, more fullness, and most of all, more movement.
    “More,” she demanded.
    “I’m trying to take this slowly.” She could hear the tension in Maelor’s voice.
    “I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.” Hawthorne tried to lunge backward onto Maelor’s cock but Dylan kept his grip on her.
    “Not yet, petal. Soon, though.”
    Hawthorne licked Dylan’s chest and tasted his sweat. Hah. This was hard for him as well. He’d been very good, not trying to fuck her or take control, just holding her still, waiting for Maelor to be ready. It was another sign of how united these men were. They might not be best friends, but they were a powerfully effective team and seemed to understand each other completely. Life with them would be good, she knew. Not that she was signing up for a relationship just yet. But sex, yes. She was so ready for this brand-new experience.
    Maelor wiggled and she knew he was as deep as he could get inside her. Full didn’t explain how she felt. Her tissues had stretched wide and expanded to such an extent she was surprised it hadn’t hurt. But her body had accommodated itself around the two cocks, enfolding them in her warmth and wetness, holding them snug and tight, yet accepting every inch of both men. Amazing.
    The men wiggled a bit and then both pulled out of her until only the heads of their cocks remained in her cunt and ass. Hawthorne opened her mouth to complain, then shut it with a snap. Of course they had to pull out. They couldn’t pump into her when they were already in. But it felt weird, almost as if there was a sense of loss. One moment she’d been full, totally possessed by her men, and then they were gone. Fortunately it was only a few brief heartbeats before they began pressing back inside her again, stretching her once more, but filling, completing, and possessing her as well. Hawthorne rubbed her aching nipples on Dylan’s chest. Oh yes it felt so good. She was wrapped around with hot men, their hard bodies covering her completely, their cocks filling her, their skin plastered to hers.
    Instinctively she sensed it could always be like this for her, if she wanted it to be. Her, and Dylan, and Maelor. But now was not the time for thinking. Right now she needed to be fucked. Tentatively Hawthorne twisted her hips, feeling Dylan’s cock twitch deep inside her. Then she pushed back onto Maelor’s cock, enjoying his little gasp as she did so. Dylan was still gripping her firmly, but as he pumped in and out of her in tandem with Maelor, Hawthorne was able to stroke her foot on someone’s leg, to pet the bodies surrounding her with one hand, and to luxuriate in the intense sense of possession. This was so good she might never appreciate vanilla sex ever again.
    The men’s thrusts became deeper, more powerful, and Hawthorne could only hold onto Dylan’s shoulders and revel in the extreme sensations roaring through her body. Every part of her tingled with nervous energy from her toes right up to the top of her head. The orgasm building deep in her belly was growing fast, but still she held onto Dylan, tried to push back onto Maelor’s cock, and rejoiced in every stroke as the men pumped in and out of her.
    Then the spell broke and Hawthorne’s climax exploded in her core, causing her to grip both cocks with all her strength as her body shook in release. More sensations raced up her spine, shaking her arms and legs, causing her toes and fingers to curl, and fireworks to sparkle behind her eyelids.
    Her body was still riding the wave of the best orgasm