Tee-ani's Pirates [Sequel to Sarah's Pirate] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 10
She wrapped her hand around the back of Trey’s head, trying to pull his mouth closer, trying to practically inhale the man, at the same time that she pressed backward against Ben’s questing hands.
“Please,” she whimpered, forgetting for a moment her promise to honor their need to love her slowly. “Please. I need you both inside me.”
A strangled groan met her ears as Trey gave into his own need and held her hips harder so he could slide her labia up and down his deliciously hard cock. Ben lifted her higher so that she could slide down onto Trey’s erection. Trey held her still, pressing her face against his chest so that she could hear the erratic beats of his heart. Ben moved away for a moment, but when he returned, the cold touch of lubricant had her ass trembling, begging for his possession. He prepared her carefully, working a finger in and out of her anus as Trey held her tight.
A second finger joined and then a third and she was on the verge of melting in ecstasy by the time he fit his hard cock to her tight hole. Carefully he pushed into her back passage as Trey held still in her pussy. Finally, they both filled her, the ecstasy and agony of being held between them making her shake with barely repressed need.
“G’bani, we want to go slow, but it feels so good. Too good.” She heard Ben swallow as he lowered his head to her shoulder and sucked the tender skin into his mouth. She wanted him to do it—to bite her in the tradition of G’trobian mating—but he held back and she cursed her initial reaction to their claiming.
“Do it,” she whispered. “Make me yours forever.”
Ben released the suction with an audible pop and kissed her neck softly. “Tee, you already belong with us. We don’t need to mark you to know that, same as you don’t need to mark us. It’s the commitment that we’ve made to each other that’s important, not some barbaric symbol of ownership.”
Oh God, if she didn’t love him already with everything in her, she would’ve melted at his feet. In a few simple words, he’d made her feel more special, more loved than she had at any time in her life.
“G’bani, we love you.”
She didn’t get a chance to reply as Trey lifted her slightly and rocked into her pussy harder, deeper. She gasped as Ben did the same in her ass, the twin sensations setting off the explosive release that curled in her belly and shot through her veins.
She moaned greedily as they pounded into her, their rhythm lost, their actions awkward. Both brothers held her tight, caressed her skin, kissed and bit gently as they rode her orgasm. Trey let loose a long keening moan as she felt his cock jump inside her one last time before he pumped his hot cum deep into her body.
Ben grunted as her ass pulsed around him, sucking him deeper into her passage, dragging his seed from him.
Tee-ani melted against Trey’s hard, sweat-slickened chest as she fought to catch her breath. Ben rested his face against one shoulder and Trey leaned on the other.
The words seemed inadequate for what she felt, but for the life of her, she couldn’t think of anything more appropriate.
“I love you both.”
Epilogue
G’baena rested her head against the side of the bed to which she’d been shackled. As a slave, her master had given her strict instructions not to get on the bed. She was to remain on the floor and await his return.
She’d felt Trey’s disgust at having to act like a heartless slave trader and it had shaken her. For so many years, she’d believed him and his brother to be spoiled, selfish royalty, when they’d actually been so much more. Their relationship with Tee-ani had been a really pleasant surprise and she felt truly glad for all three that it seemed to be working.
“Are you all right?” The words came from behind her, the voice hesitant and unsure.
She knew from her time as a slave that it was forbidden for slaves to speak to one another, so this slave was either taking a big risk to check on her well being or setting her up so that he could determine whether Ben and Trey were on the level.
She curled into herself, feigning fear and embarrassment as she tried to sense the man’s emotions and determine his intent.
The man stood there a moment, breathing heavily before shuffling away. Tears filled G’baena’s eyes when she realized his anguish was both raw and genuine. Whatever the reason Keytark had for sending this man with them, one thing was more than clear—this slave was as much a victim of Keytark’s cruelty as the rest of them.
G’baena knew she should stay undercover, knew that she needed to be one hundred percent sure before she gave any hint of the true nature of her mission, but her heart wouldn’t let her leave this man in such agony.
“Please don’t go,” she whispered.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born and raised in Australia, Rachel happily lives a romantic story all of her own with her wonderful hubby, precious teenagers, and menagerie of perfectly behaved animals…and well, okay, for the real story you’ll need to replace romantic with hectic, add mostly before wonderful and you can probably guess about the teenagers and animals. But hey, she loves to read romance stories, and when life lets her, she scribbles a few of her own.
Also by Rachel Clark
Siren Classic: Sarah’s Pirate
Ménage and More: No Use By Date for Love
Ménage and More: Accidental Love for Three
Ménage and More: A Future for Three
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