Falke’s Peak

Gunnar dipped his tongue in her ear then whispered, “Already hot. And so wet.” His breath sent another rush of lust and warmth sparking through her.

“I’m going to taste you.”

She whimpered and jerked her mouth from Axel’s, turned her head, and pressed her lips against Gunnar’s.

He stabbed his tongue into her mouth at the same moment his fingers slid between her pussy lips and teased her clit. A strangled cry ripped from her mouth, but he swallowed most of the sound. Her hips bucked against his hand. When Axel pinched her nipple, she almost came.

“So fucking responsive,” Axel murmured against her ear.

She couldn’t ever remember being this reactive in her life. These two did something to her. Sexual chemistry at its finest. Maybe they had some special shifter prowess, or maybe some spectacular pheromones normal human men didn’t possess.

Whatever it was, she didn’t want it to end.

In one swift motion, Gunnar released her mouth and Axel swept her sweatshirt over her head, barely giving her time to raise her arms. Gunnar went down on his knees in front of her, and Axel tongued her nipple through her bra.

She gripped the back of Axel’s head, pressing his face to her chest. Thank God for the counter behind her, because she feared that was the only thing still holding her upright. Her jeans slid down her legs. Her bra cups were pulled down. Then mouths. On her breasts, her pussy. “Oh, God!” she cried as her knees turned to jelly.

Axel wrapped his arms around her waist and held her upright, while Gunnar shoved her thighs farther apart—as far as they’d go with her ankles trapped in her jeans—and speared his tongue deep into her cunt.

Axel suckled, nipped, laved, made love to her breasts with his mouth.

Dakota couldn’t breathe. All she seemed able to do was feel. They held her up, held her open. And when one of Axel’s hands slid down over her butt cheek and squeezed, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

Then he pressed against her anus with a fingertip and suckled hard on her right nipple. She tumbled over the edge, gasping and crying out as the orgasm hit with the force of an avalanche.

Her legs gave out then, but they held her upright still. Axel’s strong arm held firm around her waist.

Gunnar’s hands supported her hips.

She bucked against Gunnar’s mouth, and he kept up the exquisite torture, his tongue flicking her clit with rapid strokes, prolonging the amazing orgasm longer than she thought possible.

When Dakota thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, Axel moved from her breast and kissed her chin, her cheek, then her lips, before he whispered, “You can come again.” He pressed his finger into her anus at the same time Gunnar suckled her clit hard.

The next bolt of lightning struck so hard she saw stars behind her tightly squeezed eyelids. Heat flooded her, made her tingle from scalp to toes. Her mind went blank to everything but the pleasure coursing through her, pulsing with each hard beat of her heart.

Chapter Seven

One second Dakota was in the kitchen, up against the counter. The next she was on the blanket in front of the fire with two naked men. She wasn’t sure how she got there. One of them had carried her, she was sure, but she couldn’t say who had been the one.

Axel lay on her right side, closest to the fire, while Gunnar lay on her left. Their mouths and hands skimmed over her body, never letting the slow burn of arousal wane. Her breasts were never left unattended, nor was her pussy. Someone’s fingers teased her clit and slowly pumped into her pussy, but she didn’t have the energy to look up and see who.

Gunnar suckled her breasts as if he’d die without them. Axel nibbled on her shoulder, her belly, moving, always moving, keeping her unbalanced. Which was okay, because she was flat on her back. She didn’t need her balance.

And she damn sure didn’t want him—want them-to stop.

Dakota closed her eyes again and spread her legs wide, letting them know she was ready for more-more of whatever they wanted to give, to take. She was theirs for this moment, and having already experienced the most outstanding orgasms of her life with these two, she desperately wanted—no, needed-more. So much more. She wanted it all.

Gunnar moved, cool air brushing against her side when his body separated from hers. She opened her eyes and watched him. He went on his knees near her head, his cock long, thick and gorgeously hard. He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and came toward her with it.

She grinned as a deliciously wicked sensation zinged through her, and she opened her mouth for him.

Tangy. Sweet. She took him as deep as she could, gently suckling, and was rewarded with a soft male purr of satisfaction.

After donning a condom, Axel moved too, on his knees between her thighs, which he lifted and laid over his own, raising her ass off the floor just a bit. The tip of his cock teased her pussy, and she quivered all over in anticipation of him entering her.

Just as Gunnar withdrew and slid back into her mouth with a shallow thrust, Axel speared her with his thick cock. Her eyes widened, and she grunted around Gunnar’s dick.

“Take it all,” Gunnar said, his voice low and rough.

“You can, sugar. We want everything you have to give.”

“Oh, fuck,” Axel whispered. “She’s so slick.” He withdrew and thrust again.

Dakota moaned as Axel’s cock slid so smoothly into her, so deep. She barely had enough concentration to focus on Gunnar, but she managed to tease his cock with her tongue, stroking under the head, and then very lightly skimmed her teeth over him as he started to withdraw.

He hissed and jerked, then pushed deeper into her mouth on the next small thrust.

She swallowed and sucked hard on his length.

“That’s it.” He buried his fingers in her hair and held her head still. “Yeah.”

Axel lifted her hips higher, holding her ass suspended in the air as if she weighed nothing, and slammed into her so hard, she slid back an inch on the blanket. She raised her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders.

“Perfect,” Axel said, but his voice was strained, tight, and when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, his face was flushed, his teeth gritted in a grimace of erotic agony.

The sight of him that way, so restrained, notched up her lust, and she gripped Gunnar’s cock in one hand, urging him closer until he fell forward, his hands on the floor on the other side of her head, his rippled abs right in her face.

She sucked him hard, pumping him with her hand in the same rhythm that Axel stroked into her. On each deep thrust from Axel, he bumped her G-spot at just that right angle, and she knew this wouldn’t last long.

Gunnar grunted, groaned and seemed to be fighting a need to fuck her face by restraining almost all movement—his and hers. “Oh, fuck…Dakota…” His plea came out husky, almost breathless.

She worked harder to make him lose control by cupping his balls in her hand and lightly tugging them as she sucked, licked, and swallowed his cock.

The sounds they made, low and guttural, purely primal, pushed her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She thrust her hips in time to Axel’s. And when he lifted her ass just a bit higher, when the pressure on her G-spot became more pronounced, she moaned, she bucked. She sucked Gunnar’s cock harder.

“Axel,” Gunnar gritted out in an urgent growl. Axel reached under her and pressed a finger into her anus.

She tensed, her eyes wide, every muscle in her body tightening. She groaned, the sound vibrating around Gunnar’s cock.

And then it was like magic.