Unleashed by Crystal Jordan Page B

spot inside him.
    â€œDeus. Gea!” Kienan choked on a breath; then his big body went rigid. A rough shudder racked him, and his fingers tightened in her hair. He fucked her mouth hard, his cock hitting the back of her throat as he came. The salty flavor of him filled her mouth.
    â€œSwallow it, Gea,” Quill growled, reaching around to flick his claw over her clit. She moaned around Kienan’s cock, swallowed his come, just as Quill had ordered.
    Heat flushed her face, skittering through her body. She could feel the scrape of Quill’s talons on her, the clench of Kienan’s hands in her hair. Their breath rushed out in pants, Quill’s skin slapped against hers, Kienan groaned out his climax—a carnal symphony that ratcheted up her excitement. Quill pinched her clit hard, and it was too much. She hit orgasm in a hot rush that exploded through her body. Her pussy flexed around Quill’s thrusting cock, and each time he entered her, her sex spasmed again. And again.
    He pounded into her, and she knew from the roughness of his movements that he was close to climax. The thought sent heat spiraling through her. He sank deep, grinding against her ass, his fingers working her clit in time with his thrusts. When he spurted into her, another wave of orgasm shuddered through her, and they both groaned. Her pussy contracted tight, milking his cock until she thought she might faint.
    Kienan slipped his cock from her mouth, sliding his hands down from her hair to her jaw and massaging the tight muscles there. She sighed, shut her eyes, and relaxed. Not a single thought went through her mind, which was a blessing she’d take and not ask questions about. She was ready to just curl up and sleep. One of the men lifted her into his arms, cradling her close. She drew in a breath, then opened her eyes. Kienan. The hair on his chest rubbed against her cheek and then a soft mattress gave beneath her.
    Reality would return soon to bite her in the ass, but for just a moment, she drifted, boneless and content. Each of the men settled on opposite sides of her, surrounding her in solid warmth.
    â€œSleep,” Quill said, his purr a sound of deep satisfaction that lulled her into doing as he commanded. She closed her eyes again, just for a moment. She’d wait for them to pass out and then she’d go. Just a little nap.
    When her eyes popped open again, she knew it was morning, that she’d stayed all night the way Kienan had wanted. The three of them were tangled together and she eased away from the men, praying exhaustion kept them from waking. She stood, turning to look down at them.
    Their breathing remained the steady cadence of deep slumber, Quill with an arm thrown over his head, Kienan facedown with one arm flung across Quill’s stomach. She’d never seen him sleep, never allowed herself to stay long enough for that. The sweetness on his face was unexpected. He was usually so in control, so aloof and mocking, so willing to yank other people’s chains to get the reaction he wanted from them. The vulnerability nearly broke her. She wanted that. She wanted it so bad she could taste it. Forever.
    No. Deus, had watching her mother’s life melt around her taught her nothing? What was wrong with her? She knew better than this. She’d been so careful.
    Until last night. Until Kienan. Until there had been two of them overwhelming her ragged willpower.
    Everything in her wanted to stay, craved it like someone blissed out on a bender.
    She didn’t even take the time to grab her clothes. She just shifted to her fox form and ran like hell.

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    Q uill awoke in a bed that wasn’t his own, but sheer feline lassitude sapped at his will to care. Or move. The oddness of being so relaxed and replete was enough to make him open his eyes. Mellowness was not his strong suit. He yawned and stretched against the mattress, his hand encountering the warm flesh of another human body.
    Turning his