Nature of the Beasts by Trista Ann Michaels Read Free Book Online Page A

If either one of them put their cocks inside her, she’d explode instantly.
    “What are you watching so intently, Sarah?” Dmitry asked, his soft voice barely above a whisper.
    Sarah could’ve sworn she felt it clear across the space that separated them like a caress against her skin, and she shivered. Sarah swallowed. “Nothing.”
    Dmitry glanced past her toward the open door and grinned. “Nothing?”
    Sarah shook her head even though she knew he’d caught her in a lie. Dmitry moved toward her, and Sarah held her breath.
    Run, Sarah. Run, you idiot, before he has you on the floor.
    But she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move.
    Dmitry slowly closed in on her. He put his hands at her shoulders and turned her to face the deck. Dastan still stood slightly sideways, his eyes closed, his face toward the moonlit sky. If he knew they were there, he didn’t show it.
    “Dmitry,” she whispered.
    “Shh.” Dmitry’s arms wrapped around her waist and held her close.
    His cock pressed into the upper part of her hip, and she unconsciously pressed back. She fisted her hands at her sides to keep from grabbing Dmitry’s hands and putting them where she most wanted: between her aching thighs.
    She wasn’t wearing any underwear. It would be so easy to just slide his hand inside her robe and show him where she needed to be touched. Instead, she stood immobile. At least for now.
    “Dastan likes to takes things slow,” Dmitry murmured as his hands slid upward. “Did you know that?”
    Sarah shook her head, unable to look away from Dastan’s hand on his shaft. Dmitry’s hands cupped her breasts and gently squeezed. Sarah gasped softly and thrust her chest out toward his touch. Surely Dastan could hear her heavy breathing. Surely he could hear her heart racing out of control.
    If he did, he didn’t look. He kept his eyes closed and his face toward the sky.
    “He also likes pussies. Hot, wet, tight pussies. Like yours.” Dmitry’s hand moved to cup her mound through the satin of her robe, and Sarah thought her knees would buckle. “I, on the other hand,” he murmured as his hand gently massaged her labia, “like asses.”
    He gave her breast a squeeze, then moved that hand to her ass. The hand that covered her mound moved to untie the belt of her robe. Sarah couldn’t stop him. She didn’t want to stop him. She needed this. God, how she needed this.
    Dmitry slid both his hands inside her robe and feathered them over her hot flesh. His lips nibbled along the side of her neck, and it was all she could do to not cry out. She was enjoying the sight of Dastan too much to disturb him now. She wanted to see him come.
    Dmitry slid both hands between her legs and rubbed against her wet pussy. Sarah sighed as she fell back against Dmitry’s hard chest. He rubbed his fingers through her cream, coating them and the lips of her labia.
    “Our differences work out well for us,” Dmitry whispered in her ear. Sarah’s hips rocked gently against his hands. “Dastan would take you here.” He slid two fingers into her pussy, and she gasped.
    He pulled them out and gently smeared the cream coating his fingers around the tight entrance to her anus. Sarah trembled, wanting him to continue, yet at the same time not wanting him to. He pushed one finger into her ass. Every part of her body quivered as he gently added another, stretching the tight hole.
    “And I would take you here,” he said in a deep, dark voice that made Sarah shiver.
    Catching her by surprise, he thrust two fingers from his free hand into her pussy. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from shouting.
    “Could you take both of us, Sarah?” Dmitry whispered.
    He worked both sets of fingers inside her, stretching her, teasing her until she thought she might die. Her release came quick and strong. Her entire body shook with the intensity. With a squeal, she grabbed hold of Dmitry’s forearm and held on for dear life as the waves of her orgasm washed through