She hissed through her teeth and then moaned deep in her throat when Phillip breached her sphincter and slid, ever so slowly, all the way into her.
“Leesa?” She felt the worry in his question and in the stiffness of his body as he held still, held back, and waited.
“Fuck me.” It was all she wanted, everything she needed, and despite the pleasure she’d already drunk down, the desperation of earlier came roaring back. “Oh, God, Phillip! I need you. Fuck me now!”
His low growl and the trembling in his body thrilled her. She cried out as he did just that, as he moved. His thrusts, slow and deep, steady and strong, robbed her of thought, of voice, peeling away the civilized and the civil until all that remained was the feral and the free, the raw and the savage, and God, wasn’t it beyond bliss?
She moved against him, countering his thrusts, and the pain—the nips and the bites of it—just made it all so much more. More addictive, more thrilling, and finally, finally, more orgasmic than anything should possibly have been able to be. Phillip’s sharp cry, the pulsing of his cock in her ass told her that he was there with her, not just spiritually but in reality.
Leesa came, her long low yowl of completion announcing her victory. She came and came, and with each wave, she soared. So rich was her pleasure, so potent the pain of it, the joy of it, she felt certain she must have defied gravity.
Arms surrounded her even as her lover withdrew. Then the heat of a dampened cloth soothed her, the sanctuary of the bed, her lovers, enveloped her, and her sigh, soul deep, released all her barriers, leaving herself the willing prey only of sleep.
Still she fought the urge to surrender to it. “More.”
“Rest now,” Jason said. “Sleep. We’re not going anywhere. We’re never going anywhere. Swear to God.”
Promise accepted, Leesa surrendered, cradled not only in the arms of Morpheus but within the arms and flush against the flesh of her husbands.
Chapter Twenty
Leesa awakened to the sensation of being carried. The sound of the shower, growing louder, told her where she was headed.
“I’m going to forget how to walk.”
Beneath her ear, Phillip’s chuckle drew her smile. “I can’t see the problem with that, at least not here, in our very own private oasis.”
The last of his words echoed against the walls of the bathroom. He set her on her feet, cupped her face, and kissed her as water rained down on them both.
“I have to hand it to our family,” Jason said. “They sure know how to build a master suite.”
From behind her, he eased her back into his arms. He set his chin on her shoulder and watched as Phillip began to wash her front.
“What time is it?”
“Just barely dawn,” Phillip said.
“We have a bit more private time, sweetheart.” Jason stroked up and down her hips. She felt the heat and the hardness of his cock against the small of her back. Feeling him, then looking down and seeing Phillip’s wonderful erection, filled her with hunger.
Hunger for her men.
“I wonder what we can do to pass this time?” She only asked so they could tell her what she hoped, very much, they would say.
“We thought it was time. If you’re ready, if you want us. We thought we should pick this moment, this new dawn, for our first ménage.”
“Yes. I need to feel you both inside me at the same time.”
Rachel had told her of that growing, burning need. But Leesa hadn’t understood it until she’d begun to crave it herself. Now she appreciated that the need wasn’t just for the physical. There was more, much more to the craving than that.
“We’ll be one. It will be like…like our promise made solid, real.”
“One flesh?” Phillip’s gaze told her he knew her heart, her need, and that he appreciated it.
“Yes.” She sighed and let them stroke her, their touch gentle, even reverent. “I feel as if this moment will be more sacred than any other.”
“It will be,” Jason said. “We promise.”
They rinsed her, and they dried her. Their attention felt exquisite, both comforting and arousing. Phillip wrapped her in a warmed towel and carried her into the bedroom. Jason had gone ahead, pulled the covers down, and spread a towel on the sheet.
“On your tummy,” Jason said. “We’re going to give you a nice, soothing massage.”
They used her favorite cream and soon had her feeling completely boneless. But beneath the utter relaxation, her fires began to burn. Their strokes became longer and sultrier. Leesa couldn’t stop her hips from undulating, nor could she stop the way her pelvic floor muscles contracted.
They came together fluidly, and Leesa surrendered to the moment, to the movement, and to the mood. Jason turned her into his arms and covered her mouth with his own. Their tongues caressed, and she drank in his flavor even as she felt herself being gulped. Phillip’s heat at her back warmed her, excited her, and when he turned her to face him, she wrapped herself around him and opened her mouth, melding their lips.
For just a heartbeat she tasted both men and knew, for her, the two combined were her mates. She didn’t know what quirk within her decreed she needed two men. She only knew she was so, so glad to have found them and this place where they could be.
Phillip held her tight as he rolled so that she was on top of him. She needed no further urging. Raising herself, she reached down, caressed his bare cock, and brought it to her cunt. Despite the greedy inner voice screaming at her, she moved slowly, relishing this moment and the slow and steady insertion of his cock. Leesa shivered, closed her eyes and threw her head back.
Phillip’s hands bracketed her waist.
