was roaring strong in the cabin, but her heat was burning on the inside.
“Let’s take this off then, eh?” He slipped her shirt up over her head, her hair fanning down over her back and shoulders once he lifted it away. She wore a black sports bra which reined in nice, full breasts. He growled, the tips of his fangs lengthening. Her skin was milky white, smooth, and feminine. Patrick wanted to devour her, but had to keep his untamed nature in check if he was to ensure she remained unharmed in their care.
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Oh, what the hell? This was every woman’s fantasy, so why not go with it? Every inch of her skin crawled with anticipation. As soon as she touched Travis, she nearly lost it. He was so hard, yet soft, his muscles tensing under her fingers. She had to control herself from sinking her nails into his skin and pulling him closer. Those damn blue eyes of his seemed to look into her soul, so seductive. Cassidy wasn’t a fool. She knew his type, but at this point, didn’t care. She’d worry about her job and reputation in the light of day. Right now the heat and testosterone surrounding her had her lust drunk.
These were crude, rugged men that turned her pussy into molten lava. She could feel her folds slick with moisture, exactly as Travis had predicted.
Patrick leaned down and kissed her collarbone, his thick lips gently grazing her skin. She reached up and tugged off his toque, his red hair spilling out in an attractive mess. He glanced up at her, just his eyes, and she swore she saw the eyes of a predator for a moment. It made her gasp, her lungs not able to take in the amount of air she needed to stay grounded. There was no turning back. She had to get fucked tonight, and hard. These men were so daring, so confident in themselves that she saw no hesitation on their part in sharing her. The mere idea began to excite her, her mind calculating all the possibilities.
Travis undid the button to her jeans, and then slid the zipper down. When he slipped his flattened hand down her panties, she opened her legs slightly to give him more room. She wanted to be touched there, in her most intimate spot, the one pulsing so strong she could barely think straight.
“Like I told you, Evan. She's fucking soaked through. See for yourself.” He briefly curled two fingers into her cunt.
“Oh God,” she blurted, astounded by the explosion of sensation from those two, thick digits. A devilish smile appeared on his lips as he removed his hand and smelled his fingers, running them under his nose. Her words created a ripple effect of hunger, each man moving in closer, surrounding her. Evan dropped down to one knee on the floor between her legs, each hand on her thighs. He tested her muscles, squeezing, his thumbs teasing her inner thighs.
“Garret never should have brought you here,” he said, little conviction in his voice. “He has too much faith in us.” Evan grew just as bold as the men on either side of her, lifting the soft cups of her sports bra over her breasts. Once exposed, she felt the slight chill in the air on her nipples and the three sets of appreciative eyes. Cassidy knew she had nice tits, which was a small consolation for her pathetic love life. Apparently good assets didn’t ensure a woman commitment from a man.
Evan surprised her, shifting higher, covering her breast with his hot, wet mouth. He wasn’t gentle as she suspected he’d be. His calm, civilized nature fizzled away the moment he lifted her bra. Part of her was thrilled, satisfied he gave in rather than rejecting her further. Now she had all three men eager to conquer her. If she fought in this battle, she was outnumbered and would lose.
Patrick wrestled with his shirt, and soon he was just as bare-chested as the other two. Ink, bare flesh, muscles, and scruff from all directions. How much stimuli could one woman take?
“She has beautiful tits, doesn’t she?” Patrick hunched over and latched on the closest nipple. His tongue
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