force than she would have thought she could bear.
Reaching up, he palmed the back of her head, bringing her down for another kiss. There was nothing gentle about this meeting of their lips. His mouth devoured hers. His tongue thrust inside, teasing every dark corner, mapping her teeth and gums.
Her stomach clenched, cream slid from her stuffed pussy, and she let out another moan just as Pierce rubbed warmed lubricant over her anus.
Each of them had already taken her several times in both her pussy and her ass. However, this was only the second time they would take her together, and the first time they would be in her at the same time. Mia rejoiced in the knowledge that this was the beginning of their lives together and there would be many more nights just like this one as Pierce slowly stretched her back hole with first one, then two and finally three of his thick fingers.
“Please,” Mia whimpered against Vincent’s chest, the soft blond hair brushing her cheek. She wanted to look up, to stare down into his glowing amber eyes and tell him she loved him—she loved them—but he held her in an iron grip. “Please hurry. I can’t wait for you to love me.”
“Baby,” Vincent said as he stroked her hair. “We’ve loved you since the day we met. Nothing can stir our emotions as much as our mate. Everything you feel in your heart, we feel in ours. We can’t wait to make you ours in every way.”
He didn’t say the words they all dreaded--that they would have to wait until they came back from their assignment to unite them in the ways of their people. Mia was certain that the next two days would prove to be the longest of her life.
“Relax, baby,” Pierce said when he pressed the head of his cock against her ass and she tensed. “It will only hurt for a minute.”
Intellectually, she knew that. She also knew that he would cut off his arm before he would intentionally hurt her. They both would.
“Bear down while he’s pressing in, love.” Vincent stroked her back with one hand and twisted her left nipple with the other. “Just relax and bear down.”
Mia did as they instructed. After all, their kind had been doing this sort of thing for eons. Almost every mating had at least two men to one woman. A rare few women—Mia still hadn’t decided if they were lucky or not—got three or more male mates. The only thing she was certain of was that these two men were enough for her. In fact, they were so much more than she had ever dared hope.
Pierce eased his way inside her, slowly pressing forward before pulling back out, gently stretching her with his long and thick shaft.
All the while Vincent twisted and tugged on her nipple, distracting her with the pleasure-pain until Pierce finally rested his hips against her cheeks.
“I’m in, Vince.” Pierce groaned when Vincent flexed his hips, pushing himself deeper inside her. Leaning forward, he pressed his smooth chest against her back, to whisper in her ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Mia nodded. “I just feel so full.” As though that wasn’t the understatement of her life. She felt impaled, skewered, even—and she loved it.
“Get ready, baby,” Pierce said from behind her. “We’re going to work out a rhythm and ride you until you scream.”
“Please do.” She knew she didn’t have to beg now. They were finally nearing the payoff and each of them wanted to climax together. The only way this could get better would be if they could actually mate her here and now. However, it would have to wait.
Apparently, mates shouldn’t be separated for the first few months, because it turned them into raving nymphomaniacs if they couldn’t get their mate fix. The last thing she wanted was to run about trying to screw every man she met for the next two days.
Vincent lifted her, holding her up as he flexed his hips, driving his cock deep inside her while Pierce did the same behind her. After a few short minutes, they worked out a rhythm. Every fourth
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