Chapter Eight

The fever dragged her from a dead sleep.

Ashley shoved her disheveled hair back from her forehead and turned her head toward the window. The only light in the room filtered in through the window, where sunshine had given way to the dark glow of evening.

She stretched, her muscles still tight from her run that afternoon, and gasped when the soft glide of the sheets over her skin teased her nerve endings into blazing awareness. Hot, everything was so hot, a burning that never stopped.

At the foot of her bed, a beautiful gray wolf opened his eyes and lifted his head. She recognized him by sight and scent--Connor.

"He would only sleep there as a wolf." Mac was sitting in a chair by the window, backlit by the scant light, his voice hoarse. "It's less intrusive."

"It's not an intrusion." The words came out scratchy, husky, and Ashley licked her lips. "I asked you both here."

Connor rose gracefully and hopped from the bed. She felt the magic of his change, like a prickle across already heated skin, so much more intense because she could remember the rush of it, the pain so sharp and hot her body had twisted it into something else.

So did Connor's. He came to his feet as a human, naked and aroused, his chest heaving and his eyes still glinting gold.

His cock stood out, erect and proud, his shaft etched with delicate veins. She ached to trace them with her tongue, to explore the flared head, to hear the sounds he would make as she took him higher. Made him harder.

Connor's breath hissed out through his bared teeth. "Jesus fuck, Mac. The way she's looking at me..."

"I know." He rose from the chair in the corner and walked over to stand behind Connor. He slid his arm around him, fingertips running lightly across the man's chest. "You won't scare her by wanting. But if you take it too far..." His fingers curled suddenly, his nails scratching sharply.

Connor shuddered, still holding her gaze. "What's too far?"

With the fever raging beneath her skin, nothing was too far, too much. She opened her mouth to say so, and Mac shook his head. "You'll know, Con. Somewhere in you, you'll know. And I'll stop you."

Connor broke away from Mac's grip and slid one knee onto the bed. "You put on clothes."

Ashley touched the hem of her tank top. "Just something to sleep in."

"It's the hardest habit to break," he rasped, lowering his face until his mouth hovered over her belly. "Covering your body, like there's something to hide."

"I'm not ashamed." She began to draw the shirt up.

Mac stopped her with one hand on her wrist. "Not yet," he rumbled. "Make him wait."

Connor growled. "I want to taste her."

Mac hauled him up until he was eye level with Ashley. "Then start here."

He did, but not with a kiss. Connor nuzzled her cheek, and the tip of his tongue darted out to touch the corner of her mouth. "Sweet. So sweet."

The shock of it curled through her, and she parted her lips on a moan.

"Christ. Hits you right in the dick, doesn't it?" Mac lifted her chin. "Wait ‘til you lick the rest of her. Sweet doesn't cover it."

"Did he lick you?" Connor's mouth fastened over her pulse, sucking hard enough to arch her back. "Where did he put his tongue, Ashley? Tell me."

She looked up and met Mac's gaze over Connor's head. There was something seductive about the challenge lurking there, as if he was daring her to join him in this moment of obscene debauchery.

She never could resist a dare.

"Everywhere," she whispered, clutching Connor's hair. "He licked my neck, my breasts. Then he fucked me with his tongue."

Connor groaned and eased lower, past the neckline of her tank top. His breath burned hot through the thin fabric, but it wasn't enough, not when she needed skin on skin.

Then she got it--almost. He brushed her shoulders, hooking the tank's straps under his fingers. With one sharp tug, he dragged them down to her elbows, tangling her arms in the fabric and baring her breasts.

"Careful," Mac warned. "You could have ripped her shirt. Only do that when you mean to."

Connor barely seemed to hear the words. His wild gaze dropped to her breasts, followed by his hands, bringing warmth and relief and an even greater need. Because he was too gentle, too soft. He cupped her flesh, smoothing his thumbs along the inner curves of her breasts, avoiding the tight, aching points of her nipples.

Ashley wanted to scratch him, but her arms were trapped now, so she growled and bared her teeth.

Connor met her eyes and smiled slowly before ripping her shirt right down the middle. It freed the restraint on her arms, but she stayed still, unmoving.

Waiting.

Mac reached out first, brushing the backs of his fingers over one taut nipple. Ashley sucked in a sharp breath and tried to keep her eyes open, especially with Connor watching her as if he'd never seen anything more fascinating.

He followed Mac's lead, tracing her lips from one side to the other before stroking over her chin and down her throat. He kept going, past Mac's hand, all the way to circle her belly button before reaching her panties.

With a sudden growl, he ripped those, too.

The heat that rushed through her went beyond hunger. It twisted in her belly, driving another rough noise from her throat, one that sounded like a plea and a demand, all rolled into one.

Mac echoed it a moment later as he leaned closer. "See, Con? No fear in these gorgeous eyes. No shame in this body. She knows what she needs, and she knows we can give it to her."

Breathing raggedly, Connor studied her face. "Is that true, Ashley? Do you want to take us both?"

"Yes--" Belatedly, she understood what he meant. Not one after the other--at the same time.

The breath rushed out of her lungs, and she clenched her fingers in the rumpled comforter. Part of her wanted to snatch back the answer, but the rest of her...

Oh, the rest of her burned.

"Yes?" Connor leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. "Do you know what you're saying yes to, sweetheart? Say it."

Another challenge. This time, her shyness and uncertainty were no match for her hunger. "I took Blake and Mac at the same time, with my pussy and my mouth. But no one's ever fucked my ass."

His groan curled around her, low and tortured. "Fucking hell, I love a woman with a dirty mouth."

Mac hauled his head back with a tight grip on his hair. "Keep her busy," he muttered. "I'll be right back."

Then he was gone, out the door, leaving them alone.

The sudden urge to comfort Connor cut through the fever, and she touched his face. "Mac helps you. I understand now."

He turned toward her hand and licked her palm with a rumbling noise of agreement. "I don't have to fight it when Mac's here."

He was sliding his fingers up the inside of her thigh. For a moment, Ashley wondered if he was even aware of it, but thought fled as he reached the outer lips of her pussy.

One stroke and he groaned, lifting his head. His gaze raked her body, so slowly his appreciation felt like a caress, especially when he reached his own hand, where he had spread his fingers wide, parting her. Exposing her. "You're already so damn wet."

Her hips jerked, and she had to grip his shoulders to keep from toppling over. But as soon as she caught her balance, he upended it, tumbling her back to the bed as he surged over her.

He pumped one finger into her, arching her back, but before she could savor the intrusion, it was gone. He braced his weight with one hand beside her head, his fist tangling in her hair as he traced his slick finger across her lips.

"So wet," he growled again, then covered her mouth with his own.

She could taste her own heady arousal, first on their lips and then on his tongue as he greedily licked it away. Then he drove deeper, licking the inside of her mouth as he kissed her senseless. Breathless.

The bed dipped, and another hand touched her hair. Mac, rumbling his approval. "Everything about you is soft," he murmured, edging his thumb between their fused mouths to glide over their tongues. Then lower, until his wet thumb circled her hard nipple. "Well, almost everything."

Connor broke away from her mouth to follow the caress. He slid his tongue over Mac's thumb and then her nipple, leaving them both slippery and hot.

Ashley writhed--needing to get closer, needing to get away--and Mac held her down, pinning her shoulders to the bed. "Go on," he rasped.

A command meant for Connor. He obeyed, kissing his way down her body, pausing whenever she shivered to drive a moan from her with a teasing bite. He closed his teeth on the underside of her breast, the soft dip of her waist, the full curve of her hip--

Her inner thigh.

"Open," he demanded, licking his way toward her knee. "Spread your legs for us so we can take care of this needy pussy."

She bit her lip to hold back a whimper and did as he asked.

Connor settled between her legs, his shoulders holding her thighs wide even when the tickle of his beard made her jerk. "Shh," he whispered as he used his thumbs to part her outer lips again. Only it was so much more intense this time, his face so close she could feel his breath when he exhaled.

And then he licked her.

Ashley choked on a moan and struggled impatiently against Mac's grip on her shoulders. He let go, but only to cover her breasts with both hands and squeeze his fingers tight, pinching her nipples.

"Give her more," he ordered.

Connor responded effortlessly, as if he felt truly free doing as the other wolf commanded. One broad finger teased her entrance before he pushed it deep with a groan. "Did she feel this good around your cock?"

"Don't know." Mac shifted position on the bed, easing closer to Connor. At first, Ashley thought he wanted to a better view, to watch the other man's fingers stroking in and out of her. Then he reached down and thrust one long, nimble finger inside her along with Connor's. "Mmm, no. Better."

Their fingers moved in different directions at different times, stretching and caressing her. Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation, so unlike anything she'd ever felt. Ashley arched toward them with a gasp, riding it as a shiver rolled up her spine.

Connor gripped one of her legs, pushing her knee out and down. It trapped her in place, helpless and spread wide for them, and now she couldn't even lift her hips to meet their touch.

She whimpered, and Connor soothed her with a kiss to her inner thigh. "This is just two fingers in your pussy, sweetheart. You're still so tight. If you want to take us both, you have to let us help you."

Help her how? By teasing her until she screamed? "Please."

"More?" Connor eased his finger free and returned with two, working them slowly into place next to Mac's. "Tell her how much I'd give her, Mac."

"And watch how wide her eyes get?" he teased. "You think she's ready to hear it?"

Instead of answering, Connor twisted his wrist, working deeper as her body stretched to accommodate their fingers with a throbbing ache that turned sharp when his tongue returned to her clit.

"Of course she's ready." Mac leaned close and whispered the words against her skin, his breath teasing one already aching nipple. "He'd fuck you with his whole goddamn hand, honey. Just to feel how hard it gets you off."

He couldn't. It didn't make sense that it might make her come, that it would feel good, because it had to hurt--

Unless, that dark, feral voice deep inside her reached up to whisper, cajole. Unless it can be both.

Pleasure and pain. Ashley bit her lip until it bled, but she couldn't stop her body from responding. She clenched around their fingers, and the next hint of movement scraped over her nerve endings, left her shuddering.

She didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed when Connor groaned again and lifted his head. "Not today, sweetheart. Today, we'll show you how to take something else." He twisted his wrist and teased his thumb against her ass.

"I've done that before," she said daringly, though the words sounded far away, fuzzy.

Mac laughed, a low noise that vibrated against her skin. "Blake, huh? There's no part of you that bastard doesn't want to get inside first."

"Small difference." Connor circled his thumb, teasing her as their fingers kept her strung out on the edge of release. "We're not stopping with just a thumb."

She turned her head. There was a small, sleek bottle lying on the bed, but a flash of gleaming metal caught her eye, as well. "I didn't think you would."

"So roll over." Connor swatted her hip with a soft growl. "You know what we want to see, don't you?"

The comforter chafed her nipples as she rolled onto her stomach, and her knees dug into the mattress as she lifted her ass high in the air. She hid a pleased smile at Mac's sharply indrawn breath, and at Connor's muttered curse.

"Beautiful," he whispered, sliding his hands up the outside of her legs and over her ass. "What else has Blake done to this gorgeous ass?"

"Nothing. He just--" The words tangled in her throat as Mac poured lubricant on her skin. The liquid was cold, slippery, coating Connor's fingers as he rubbed her tight ring of muscle.

Mac licked a path down her back, back and forth across the line of her spine, then grasped her ass with both hands and coaxed her cheeks apart. Ashley grabbed the bunched comforter, but the fever heating her skin drove her not only to arch, but to push back.

"This is nice," Connor murmured as something else pressed against that sensitive opening. It was metal, cold and hard, and far bigger than Blake's finger. "If you ever want to drive Blake crazy, sweetheart, climb across his lap with this plug filling up your sweet ass."

It took her a few moments to draw enough breath into her burning lungs to reply. "Why?"

"Because all he'll be able to think about is spanking you until you come all over him."

A frisson of doubt wound through her. "Because it's wrong?"

"No. Fucking hell, no." Connor pressed a soft kiss to her hip. "The only thing that could ever be wrong is something you don't like, and if Mac or I did that, Blake wouldn't be smacking your ass over it."

"So he--" She licked her lips. "He'd do it because he likes it."

Mac's hand wrapped around the metal plug, nudging Connor's out of the way. "Get up there and tell her, Con."

Connor crawled up the bed and sprawled next to her, his face so close she could have leaned in to kiss him. But he threaded his fingers through her hair and guided her cheek to the blankets instead. "See? He got off on telling me what to do. It's who we are. How we live, how we play. How we fuck."

It resonated with that dark voice deep inside. In a split second driven by instinct, Ashley growled and tossed her head, shaking off his restraining hand. "I don't want words," she told him. "Show me."

Mac hummed against her lower back, the metal plug heating against her flesh as he rolled it lightly over the curve of her ass. "Someone's just about ready to reach out and take what she wants."

Connor's eyes heated as he traced his fingers over her cheek and lips. "Tell me what to do then, Ashley."

"Touch me." The words sprang to her lips without thought, and she wrapped her fingers around his wrist. "Touch my clit."

He muttered another curse, but she didn't have to force him. His hand was already moving--obedient, eager, sliding down her body until his clever fingers slipped over her clit. "How does it feel?"

Not the caress, but the command. It soothed and excited her, something that should have been a puzzling study in contrasts. But it made perfect sense in her core, the place where instinct overrode thought. She was made to be obeyed, just like she was made to obey. The only questions were where and when, with whom--

And how.

Ashley slid her arms around his neck. "I like it," she confessed. "I think I need it."

"So do I." Connor pressed his lips to her temple and made another delicious circle with his fingers, sparking electric jolts of sensation. "I need you to ride my cock while Mac fucks your ass for the first time."

As if the words were a cue, Mac began easing the tip of the plug into her. She tensed, then remembered Blake's words and forced her muscles to relax. The plug slid a little deeper, slow and easy, just like the measured breaths she drew in and released.

Then Connor's fingers nudged her clit again, and a bolt of pleasure left her shuddering. Her hips bucked, grinding back, and a stretching sort of burn overtook everything else.

Mac made a soft, soothing noise, utterly at odds with the way he scratched her hip, sharp and hot. "It's in, honey," he murmured. "You're so fucking hungry."

Connor hummed his agreement, pumping one finger inside her, and she whimpered at the penetration. Everything felt tight all over again, stretched almost to the point of soreness.

"That's right." Connor groaned, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit as he fucked his finger into her again. "You're going to be so full. So full of cock."

It was possibly the filthiest thing anyone had ever said to her, a sweet promise that had her bowing her back, presenting herself to Mac so maybe he'd have mercy on her and take her.

He didn't. He grasped the end of the plug, the part that wasn't inside her, and worked the whole thing in a slow, wide circle. Ashley gasped, jerked, and hid her face in the crook of Connor's neck.

"I got you," Connor assured her, tangling his free hand in her hair. "Mac's being hard on us both. Maybe, if we ask pretty, he'll let me get you off."

"Not yet," Mac said harshly. He wrapped one hand around her shoulder and pulled her upright, until her back was to his bare chest and his mouth lingered on the shell of her ear. "It makes it worse, doesn't it? Coming when you're not being fucked?"

"Sometimes," she hedged.

His hand tightened, and he rolled the plug in a wider, faster circle.

Her legs began to shake as her whole body flooded with desire. "Yes. It makes it worse. It hurts, because it's not enough."

"I know." His movements slowed, but her trembling didn't subside. Mac eased her back down to the bed, and a flash of heat raked over her as he pulled the plug from her body. "That's why we tease you, honey. We keep you on this edge so the fever doesn't burn too hot, too fast."

"You can trust him to take care of you." Connor sprawled out on his back, his chest heaving and his eyes hot as he reached for her. "I do."

At the same time, Mac gripped her hips and positioned her so that her clit bumped the base of Connor's cock. A rough moan exploded out of her, and he quieted her with a soft noise of encouragement before moving her slowly, gliding her up the length of the other man's hard, pulsing shaft.

Connor thrust up, rubbing against her. But when he shifted his hips, positioning his cock to enter her, Mac pulled her back. "Fuck," he groaned, digging his head into the mattress. "Come on, Mac. I need to be inside her."

"You'll live, Con." He did it again, faster this time, and rumbled when Ashley raked her nails across his forearm. "You want it, honey? Show us." He grasped her hand and guided it to the flat, tense plane of Connor's stomach. "Don't scratch me. Scratch him."

She curled her fingers out of instinct, pure animal reaction. Her body was alive with tremors of excitement, little thrills that shuddered through her and faded only to revive again. Her nails cut into his skin, and Connor hissed, both hands tangling in her hair. "Harder."

It felt like they were all poised on the edge of control. The whole encounter had started out at a simmer--hot, but nothing unmanageable. Now it seemed more like a smoldering fire, a banked flame that could flare up and overwhelm them all at any moment.

"Can you?" Mac asked softly.

Connor's jaw clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut. "It's not easy this time."

They spoke their own language, scattered words and fragments of sentences, because that was all they needed. The rest was silent communication, a familiarity and comfort born of experience. They'd done this before, often enough to anticipate each other's actions and reactions, their needs and pleasures.

But they'd never had her.

Ashley slid her hand from Connor's stomach. Lower, until she could wrap her fingers around his cock and revel in his tortured groan. He was wet from grinding against her, slick with her arousal, and she pumped her hand once before guiding him exactly where she wanted him.

The broad, blunt head of his cock nestled against her, so close to being inside her, but when she tried to move her hips, Mac held her back.

"Sadistic bastard," Connor ground out, forcing his eyes open. His gaze caught hers, and he held it as he pushed up, sinking the first inch of his dick into her. Pleasure slackened his features, and he thrust up again, harder, working into her. "Fuck, you're so damn tight. Help her take me, Mac."

"Help her?" he asked innocently, but his hands were already moving. One held her still, and the other dipped between her thighs. He circled her clit with a light, glancing touch, and his fingers bit into her hip as he pushed her into Connor's next thrust.

Ashley cried out as everything clenched tight. They'd kept her on edge for so long, and now the sweet friction sent her hurtling headlong into a quick, deep orgasm, so sudden and hard that it almost hurt.

They held her through it. Steadied her. Stroked her. And when the first rush of pleasure ebbed, she had only a moment to brace her hands on Connor's chest before Mac wrenched her head back and claimed her mouth, his tongue driving deep as he drank in her moans.

Connor cupped her breasts, pressing them together as his thumbs flicked over her nipples. "How does she like it, Mac? Soft or mean?"

"Both," he rasped.

That was all the prompting he needed. Connor leaned up and closed his lips around one tight bud. His tongue swirled in a slow circle, hot and wet and indulgent, lulling her with gentle warmth.

Then his fingertips closed on her other nipple, pinching hard enough to sting, even through the hazy afterglow. It was good, damn good, and the licking was even better. Together, the dual sensations left her whimpering. He wasn't moving, so she rocked her hips, desperately trying to fuck herself with his cock.

He pulled back with a groan. "Fucking hell, so much wiggling. And Mac's not even working your ass yet."

Oh, God.

The stubble on Mac's jaw scraped her skin as he licked her spine. "Maybe next time..."

"Jackass." Connor dragged Ashley lower, until her breasts pressed to his chest and her face was close to his. "He's teasing us," he whispered, sliding a hand down her back. His fingers met Mac's mouth, and for a dizzy moment they were touching her together, rough fingertips and a hot mouth, both of them so in tune with each other...

And utterly, completely focused on her.

She couldn't breathe, and she couldn't stay still. Her body moved of its own volition, every tiny shift in position crashing a fresh wave of need over her. Her nipples rubbed against Connor's hard chest, raising goose bumps on her flesh as she wiggled.

She wanted it all, and she wanted it now. Nothing else mattered.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want you both."

Mac panted against her back, but she could feel his hesitation. "You're not ready."

"Yes, I am." She'd been ready for months, years, ever since her first hints of sexual awakening had turned into this primal fever. "Please."

Connor twisted her hair around one fist and urged her head up. He studied her face in silence, thoughtful in spite of the frustrated tension vibrating in every line of his body. "You could give her the plug," he said finally, cupping her cheek with his free hand. His thumb swept out to trace her lower lip. "If she can take that and still want more, give her everything."

She bit him.

He hissed--but didn't waver. "This is how we protect them," he chided, low and hoarse. "Patience. He would never get over hurting us, even if we did."

His warning finally penetrated the haze in her brain. It wasn't about convincing Mac she was ready. It was about making sure that was true. Ashley took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. "Patience."

"Good girl." He rubbed his wet thumb over her lip and tugged her down into a slow, hot kiss.

"You're corrupting her already," Mac murmured. He touched her ass again, his fingers slip-sliding between her cheeks. He eased one fingertip past the tight ring of muscle, then another.

She jerked, but Connor held her immobile with one steely arm across her back and one hand in her hair. "Relax," he murmured against her lips, then licked past them to tease at her tongue.

Mac worked her with his fingers, spreading her open with gentle pressure that never quite crossed the line into pain. All the while, he muttered softly, nonsense words in an equally gentle tone.

Slowly, the tension seeped from her muscles, leaving behind only the swiftly mounting urgency of passion. Every caress sparked a little bit of bliss, and it built and built until the only thing she could think of was to give it right back to them.

She bit Connor again, this time sinking her teeth into his lip before licking it. He hissed and arched up, pushing his cock deeper. It would have driven her back hard against Mac's fingers, except that he pulled them free at the last moment.

When she moaned at the loss, Mac drew in a sharp, unsteady breath. "Almost there, Ashley."

The metal tip of the plug kissed her skin again. It had cooled again, and she shivered as Mac pushed it into her ass, then choked on a cry as he pulled it free again. He did it over and over, fucking her until the metal grew hot, and she couldn't control her trembling or the need racing through her.

Connor caught her wrist, dragged her hand to his mouth, and licked her fingers without releasing her gaze. "Touch your clit," he rasped. "Show him how hard you get off when you're this full. That's what he wants to see."

She opened her mouth--to argue, to ask him why, to say yes--but all her potential words died on her tongue when she heard the clicking of a belt buckle behind her. Then all she could do was nod slowly and slip her hand down between their bodies.

She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the sight of Connor's riveted gaze, but sparks painted the backs of her eyelids anyway the moment she touched herself. She had become that banked flame, ready to ignite at the slightest breath.

"Just like that," Connor encouraged her, steadying her body when the sensation threatened to overwhelm her. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. Let me feel it again. Let me feel you come all over my cock."

Nothing could have stopped her. She came with a shriek, ecstasy and hunger tumbling end over end, until she wasn't sure where one stopped and the other began. Connor bucked up, and Mac slapped her ass with a groan. Instead of distracting her, they became part of that frozen, neverending moment as she shook apart.

When the peak subsided and she drifted down a little, she became aware of Connor's hand slicking over the small of her back. At first, she thought he'd touched the lube Mac had massaged into her flesh, but then she realized it was sweat dampening her skin.

Her voice was husky, rough. "Oh, my God."

"I know." Tension trembled through Connor's hoarse words as his hand swept lower. He squeezed her ass and crushed her hips to his. "If you pray to him, maybe Mac will have mercy on us."

No, she knew what to do now, and prayer had nothing to do with it. She reached back, her fingers brushing Connor's as she gripped her cheeks and spread them wide. Offering herself.

Mac growled and slipped the plug from her ass. "You want it, honey? You want me to pound you onto his dick?"

The words alone made her head spin, but it was Connor who groaned. Connor who begged. "C'mon, Mac. Please."

"The magic word." His cock nudged her ass. It was slippery, and ravenous hunger gripped her as she imagined him smoothing his slick hand over the shaft, thumbing the head. Getting ready to fuck her.

The nudge turned into pressure, and the shock of it had her arching away. He was bigger than the plug, so much bigger that she dropped her head to Connor's chest with a short sob.

"Shh." He petted her hair before gripping her waist. He lifted her, just a little, holding her in place as Mac pushed against her again. "You can do this," Connor whispered.

"I know," she gasped. She didn't know how to explain, except to stumble on. "Don't let him stop, Connor--don't let him--"

"Mac doesn't stop." The words weren't just sure, they were a promise. "When he decides he wants something, he takes it."

"Damn straight." The flared head of Mac's cock shoved past the tight ring of muscle, and he kept going, driving into her ass with a groan. "Jesus Christ, I almost forgot how good you feel."

Ashley fought to breathe, but it seemed like there was no room left in her. She was full, so full that the slightest shiver left her writhing, desperate for more because there was no going back. Not now.

Connor dragged her head up, forcing her to meet his wild eyes. "Goddamn, you love it fast and hard, don't you? You want it all."

Even his rough grip on her hair twisted the need tighter. "I was made for this."

"So were we." He drove up, thrusting deeper, somehow stretching her even more with Mac inside her, too. She was trapped between them, floating in a frozen moment that broke with Connor's snarl. "Do it, Mac."

Instead of spurring him on, the words seemed to have the opposite effect. Mac slowed as he pulled back, withdrawing until only the tip of his cock was still inside her. "Remember your manners, Con," he grated. "The lady comes first."

Connor bared his teeth in a snarl. "How many times?"

"Until she's had enough." Then he plunged into her again.

It was too much. Ashley threw her head back, clawing blindly at Connor as she used every bit of her strength to buck between them, riding them both. Connor took it with a sharp noise of pleasure but shoved at her shoulders, bowing her back and lifting her breasts.

Mac's next thrust rocked her forward, and Connor's mouth closed around her nipple with brutal suction. Rough hands stroked her skin, but she couldn't tell whose were where--the curve of her hip, running up her side, curling around the back of her neck. They touched her all over, every inch they could reach as they drove her higher.

They didn't speak, but they knew exactly what to do. When Mac sank deep into her, forcing her forward, Connor was there, thrusting up with just the right amount of pressure. The whole world had drawn tight, just like her--taut, aching. Ready to explode.

Connor pressed his open mouth to her cheek, panting as they moved together. "Just let go. Mac is strong. He's got us."

I got you. The words swam in her brain. He's got us. They couldn't both be true--and yet, they were. The realization throbbed through her, and she opened her mouth to beg for more, but all that came out was a long, low moan. An animal sound of need, of desire.

Of longing.

Mac leaned forward and pressed his forehead to her back. It left her trapped between them, and their thrusts gave way to a rocking grind. Every sway of their bodies slid skin over skin, rough with hair or slick with sweat, until the last bits of human thought fled.

She was lightheaded, faint with pleasure, stripped of everything that held her back from abandoning herself to this moment. When Mac snarled against her skin, the sound vibrated straight into her core, shaking free the feral hunger consuming her.

Connor. She needed to make him come, needed to feel him in ways she couldn't describe with words. She needed to know.

So did he. He bit her chin with a hoarse groan and buried his face against her throat. "God, yes. Take what you want."

She clenched around him, squeezing him with her inner muscles until he panted her name. But it backfired hard when one more short, rough thrust sent pulses of blinding pleasure racing through her.

She came in a rush, quaking inside and out, and the only thing that kept her from shattering into a million pieces was being cradled between Mac and Connor.

"Fuck--" Connor's fingers bit into her back as he pounded her clenching pussy. "Fuck, Mac, I can't--"

"Give it to her," he growled.

With a muttered curse, Connor gripped her hair and dragged her head up. His eyes had melted into gold, and his expression was fierce as he crushed his mouth to hers. He fucked up into once, twice, then bit her lower lip and came with a snarl.

Moaning, Ashley welcomed the now-familiar feeling of peace that stole through her. She clung to it, clung to Connor as Mac ground against her with a tortured noise. His cock throbbed deep inside, so much a part of her that she could barely tell who was who, or where her pleasure ended and theirs picked up.

They stayed like that forever, the three of them tangled together as their racing hearts slowed. One of them stroked her hip, and the other smoothed her hair from her forehead. Connor murmured something unintelligible and kissed her forehead before tucking her face against his throat.

Finally, Mac straightened and gently pulled away. The loss of his heat at her back chilled Ashley, and she shivered until he draped a blanket around her. He tucked it in as he guided her down to the mattress, leaving her cocooned in warmth, nestled between him and Connor.

"Want us to stay?" Connor asked, his voice as sleepy as she felt.

The effort it took to speak almost made her smile. She was utterly drained, in the very best way imaginable. "Don't go."

Mac kissed her shoulder. "We'll be right here."