Her boots were gone, so were her fatigues. Euan was already homing in on his prize when she gripped his head with both hands and told him, ‘No, I told you what I wanted you to do, now do it.’
Both men groaned. The vibration from both of them rippled through her spine and her fingers. She smiled, and Euan’s eye closed.
She wanted this, she wanted this more than she could articulate. She wanted, for just this moment to have the control, the command. There was a headiness in power, and she was suddenly drunk on it. More, more of this, this feeling of invincibility, of men at her feet, at her whim. Something inside her clicked, a shudder of understanding passed through her. She could be more than the meek woman that did as she was told, she could be more than the prize, the trophy. Maybe she could be the commander of men, change the world, with one compassionate ruling at a time. She had never considered it, and it was still a fancy, fleeting thought. But what if she could be the ruler of what was left of humankind?
Her eyes were on Euan and they must have flashed fire because his reverent utter of ‘Oh, fuck yeah,’ was music to her ears.
He was on his back, that glorious chest just for her, the furred skin just for her, the bulge in his pants, the steel and velvet behind the stretched fly right now? Just. For. Her.
She licked her lips and Euan held out his hands.
She came to him. Reckless with the scent of passion in her nose, she went directly to what she wanted, no more hesitation. Kira was going to be the leader of this little tryst and she rejoiced in the thought.
Naked, a little cold, Nick held her hand as she moved not to Euan’s waist where she could sit and grind. No, she moved to his head and waited.
His dark eye was ablaze. He stared up at her with desire and demand in those fiery depths. His attention flicked briefly to Nick and a smile stretched across his lips at what he saw. She tilted her own head to see what made her man of frowns and growls grin to enjoy something equally as beautiful on Nick’s face. The smile beamed, white teeth shone. Eyes as bright as strobes communicated nothing but excitement. They were loving this, both of them. They were adoring the switch in control.
It fuelled Kira’s determination further.
The heartbeat between her legs was a thunderstorm, the wetness there slippery against her thighs. She took the single breath needed for courage, turned towards his toes, and then began to kneel.
Right over Euan’s face.
The appreciative growl sent her heart into a thrum and her nerves to sing.
She turned to Nick and simply said, ‘I want you naked as well.’
And then Euan’s lips touched her, and she struggled with reality.
She’d never done this, not in all her life, sit on a man’s face. Have him devour what was between her legs with hungry, beautiful noises of desire and demand. His hands and forearms were wrapped hard around her thighs to draw her close, pull her tighter against the aggressive tongue, lips that consumed and teeth that nipped. She moaned and smelt her own arousal. She placed her hands on his rippling abs for leverage and moved her hips with her own rhythm. Hot skin burned her fingertips. It only increased the ferocity in the beast below her.
Her eyes were closed only long enough to tip her head back and roll her hips, so when fabric rasped and the empty boots hit the cement floor, she could meet the gaze of flinting green. He was glorious. Tanned skin that overlayed a torso that was built for desire. Square pectoral muscles, dipped and rippled abdominals, a muscular v that pointed to the prize.
The fastening on his pants was loose. Kira’s focus caught there. She moved involuntarily against Euan as Nick teased her by drawing the zipper down one metal tooth at a time. Her lips were wet, breath escalated, her thoughts nothing more than primal desire. As one man brought her to her knees, the other held her there.
Perfection, both of them. Nick defined excellence, Euan exuded glory. Together they supported her, cherished her, loved her.
Had always loved her. Would always love her. No matter her strengths, weaknesses, failures or triumphs. She was there’s. They were hers. And no man in the woods would take them from her.
Or they would have her to deal with.
Nick was then at Euan’s pants, boots. Both were removed with an efficiency she couldn’t fathom as she lost herself to a tongue that lashed her and a mouth that sucked at her. Euan had her clit now, and he was showing no mercy.
Then Nick was there. His tongue was in her mouth, he kissed her, drew her moans inside him. He smelt of woodland and man. She gave up her strength to him, allowed him to hold her upright as he devoured her mouth, and Euan consumed her pussy.
It was rising within her. Heavens, it had been weeks since she had experienced the rush of euphoric wonderment that came with an orgasm. The chaos of Euan’s recovery, the anger that simmered between them all. The guilt of sharing something with Nick without Euan’s presence seemed almost as big of a betrayal as him leaving them behind.
It came upon her fast and quick, angry in its ferocity. Her nails were on Nick’s shoulders, and it was his throat she cried down as she thrashed upon Euan’s face, used his mouth, lips, nose and chin for her own pleasure.
Her legs were jelly when it finally subsided. Aftershocks of wonderment rippled within her, but her strength had turned to dust, so had that wild thrust for command. Now she just wanted to be held, between them.
Forever.
But they had other ideas.
They turned her together while
