Blood sizzled in her nerve endings. The soft texture of the cover pressed into her sensitive forearms and heightened her awareness. With just a few words and the sheer magnetic force of his personality, Deni shackled her. With the added presence of Rich, she didn’t—couldn’t—say no. Their presence in the room, behind her, sent her senses on alert. Deni’s heavier musk made her swoon, and Rich’s open, direct scent swelled within her.

“Such a pretty picture, isn’t it Rich?” Deni asked.

“I’ve never seen anything better.”

Ally sighed into the cover, her eyes wide open, and yet sightless. Nothing mattered, but her between these two men.

“Pull up a chair,” Deni said.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Heavy steps came around the bed, and then she heard Rich grunt lightly. Her world swung into technicolor as he placed a heavy wooden chair across from her. Golden eyes scanned her with enough heat to make her combust as he popped open the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside. She marveled over his body: the broad shoulders, tapered waist, and tuft of darker hair angling down into the waistband of his jeans. He swept his shaggy mane back from his face and then ran his hands down over his body. It was one of the hottest moves any man had done for her. Her nails bit into the cover as she curled her fingers into tight fists, never looking away from him. She watched when he flicked the button of his jeans open and slowly unzipped them. Stared as his cock fell out the opening, the slit weeping with pre-cum, and he let his pants fall away.

“You know this is for you?” Rich asked.

She licked her dry lips. “Yes, Sir.”

His cock jumped. “Fuck. I like the sound of that. Say it again.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He fisted his cock and jerked hard and she moaned, a livewire pulsing inside of her with each of his strokes.

“I’m going to like this,” Rich said.

He sat down in the chair, legs splayed wide, and played with his cock with one hand, while the other cupped his balls.

“Keep your eyes on him,” Deni told her.

“Yes, Sir.”

Deni placed on big hand in the small of her back and pressed her down, deepening her arch, and stretching her muscles. Then he tapped the inside of her thighs until she spread her legs wider. The position left her muscles locked and her aware of how hard she’d have to work to stay in place.

“This is how I’d like you to present to me when I tell you to get on the bed. Open, waiting, holding on to the balance just to please me.”

She nodded. A smack rent the air, and the bottom of her right ass cheek blazed with molten heat. “Yes, Sir,” she forced out.

“Good girl. Now count the next four out loud for me.”

Four licks, he told her. She vibrated, waiting, her gaze locked on Rich. His eyes were half-mast, and he lounged back in the chair. He lazily swiped his hand up and down on his dick and she wanted a taste.

Thwack.

Her left ass cheek sizzled. “One.”

He struck again, this time on the top of the right one, and she forced out another count. He didn’t pause, didn’t give her long enough to take a steadying breath before he smacked her again, this time in the center, under the slope of her ass. She grunted, rendered speechless.

“Let’s do that again. Count out loud.”

Deni stuck again, in the same spot, and the tips of his fingers tapped her clit. She throbbed, her body rocking to one side. “Four,” she forced out. Her ass was on fire, and Deni massaged the ache in, deeper, so that it spread into a dull roar. But there was something else there, too. A need, twisting inside of her. It bled into the foggy placed of her brain, sweetening his touch, and the fierce bit of pain.

She loved it.

“Still need four more,” Deni said and her thighs shook.

His hands framed her hips as he curled around her. Hot lips traced the top of her ass, still stinging from his spanking. His tongue snaked out over her flesh and she trembled under him. There were so many things jumping in her head, battling for a voice, fear prominent among them. But every time he kissed her they quieted. She couldn’t focus on what attempted to push in between them with his nose buried into her pussy, and his full, sensual lips glancing over her labia. He pressed his tongue to the top of her clit, and licked his way all the way up to her asshole. It was vulgar, profane, unapologetic…and so amazing she combusted.

She didn’t’ know how she kept aware enough to count out as he did each of the four promised tastes. Or how she stayed on her knees as he attacked her pussy with a vicious desire meant to strip her of any memories of what went before. No man had touched her like him, so they didn’t exist. She rocked her hips, pressing her pussy tight against his mouth.

“Keep riding him, baby. Take what you need,” Rich said.

Deni growled into her flesh and her clit tightened with awareness.

“Look at how fucking hard you have me,” Rich told her.

She forced her hazy gaze to clear, to focus. Rich’s cock throbbed, and the head was so full it was red. He pumped, shifting his hips, fucking the tight ring of his hand. The way his hips moved left her lightheaded. She knew how that felt, the way his cock would push against her insides and press into her walls. How he’d stroke so deep she felt him hours after he was done. Memories of their time in the car flooded in, heightening her arousal, until she was right on the razor edge of coming.

“Hold it. Don’t come yet. Not until he’s inside of you, and can feel that tight cunt,” Rich ordered.

His hard tone, so like Deni’s, stopped her immediately. She rode the painful cusp, as Deni nipped her clit and growled into her. He forced his tongue into her, fucking her, teasing her. Then he ripped away from her.

“I’ve got to be inside of you. Don’t fucking move,” Deni told her.

As if she could. Her legs wouldn’t work anymore, and she felt numb in places that didn’t have direct pleasure sensors. His thick thighs pressed against the backs of hers and he pressed his cock against her entrance.

“Take it all,” he demanded.

He bent over her, and wrapped his hand around the back of her throat, pressing her into the mattress. She heard Rich move, but she couldn’t see him anymore as she turned her head sideways to breath. But he was there, crawling onto the bed, and playing with his dick just inches from her face.

“Fuck her, Deni. I want to come all over that ass.”

Deni slammed into her, his fat cock too large to fit, even with how wet she was, but he gave her no quarter. He sank to the hilt, the stretch too much, and the sting swelling through her. But Rich jerked harder, and Deni moved, and the pain twisted into terrifying pleasure.

“Fuck,” Deni groaned.

He gripped her hip with a punishing force and pounded. This wasn’t lovemaking. It was claiming. Pure. Raw. Untamed. Rich palmed her chin, lifting her head as he pressed his dick to her lips. But his hands were moving too fast, and the pressure on her chin kept her from opening. The way held her, controlled her, and fucked her for their pleasure, and yet it only heightened hers. As rough as they were, Rich’s fingers caressed her, and Deni’s control was mixed with desperation. She brought them to this point, and she loved the power in that. No matter how rough they got, they could have been much worse, and they still carried her through. Ally was amazed at the care they showed, even in the dominating manner.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rich whispered, his words hitching on a moan.

Deni curled around her, letting go of her hips and throat to wrap his arms around her waist. His heat seeped into her, warming her in places she hadn’t realized were cold.

“I need you,” he whispered so low she almost didn’t catch it. “We need you. Without you, Ally, we are nothing. Let us both have you.”

She didn’t know what she agreed to, couldn’t barely comprehend more than the pain and need evident in his voice. One minute Deni had her pinned to the bed, and the next he pulled out of her and lifted her into his arms. Dazed by the change, she clung to him as he spun her to face him and claimed her mouth with his. She tasted herself on his tongue, the tang of her need and pleasure. They fell together on the bed, and he rolled at the last minute so that she was above him. In one smooth movement, he pushed back inside of her.

“Deni,” she cried.

“Let us have you,” he said again. A command. A plea.

A cold substance drizzled down her ass, between the cheeks, and over the heated flesh that connected her with Deni. He kept moving, claiming her mouth once more, as Rich worked behind them. More lube spread, and Rich got up on the bed, his thighs pressed tight against her, and his knees on the inside of hers. Deni pulled her ass open and held it.

“Tell me you can take it,” Deni ordered.

“I can take it, Sir.”

She’d had anal sex before, and though not like this, she knew she could handle it.

“Pretty girl, you should have asked where,” Deni cautioned.

But before she could ask, he took her mouth, and Rich pushed his cock alongside Deni’s in her pussy. She screamed into Deni’s mouth, need, pain, pleasure, shock, and awe all morphing together. She felt so full, her body tensing to resist, and yet her walls sucked them in. Rich worked his way in, the two of them sliding at different intervals, and all she could do was breathe.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. Milk us,” Rich groaned.

“I want to feel you come,” Deni commanded.

She couldn’t deny them. She dug her nails into Deni’s shoulders and held on, working her hips to help them slide in deeper. It shouldn’t have worked. She should have felt ripped in two, but instead she felt cherished, needed, craved in a way she’d never been before. So, needed and wanted they couldn’t wait their turns. They had to have her, together, every time, always. She chocked on emotions clogged in her throat. And she thought she could give them an ultimatum. That she could just pass the time between them. She’d never truly understood what a mate meant. Because when Deni looked into her eyes, raw emotions pooling in the orbs, she faded to explosions, and the world as she knew it ceased to exist. This place, between the two of them, locked in their embrace, was the only place she ever wanted to be.

But what about love?