shaft over that area until she murmured incoherently against him.
Sam parted his ass and ran his finger over his anus. The digit was slick and cool and he knew he was coating his hole with the lube he had used earlier. Just feeling Sam play with him back there had him moving closer and closer to coming, but he needed to feel his little flower explode around him. Reaching his hand around, he then smoothed his palm down the centre of her back and made a slow trek south, closer to her bottom. He pushed into her hard and quick and felt the curve of her ass along his hand.
When he slipped his finger along the crease of her cheeks she let out a breathy “Oh” and pushed back, lifting up and giving him better access. “One of these days, when you’re ready, I’m going to fuck you in the ass while Sammy fucks this tight little pussy.” Her gasp of surprise made him smile. He slammed into her harder and she clung to him. “We’re going to fuck you until you beg us to stop, until you are too sensitive to handle us.” He dragged his tongue along the seam of her lips. “We’re going to make you come so hard and so long you won’t be able to walk, baby.” He felt the puckered hole of her anus and ran a digit around it, gently pushing into her and feeling a slight resistance.
“I bet you feel incredible back here, Dalia. I bet when you come your tiny asshole will squeeze my cock while your pussy milks Sam’s shaft.” She exploded around him, her cry being swallowed when he pressed his mouth on hers. He pumped into her harder and harder until he was so close to coming his balls drew up. Sam sensed his impending orgasm and pushed his finger in his ass, causing him to come so hard he roared out.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled as his body shook with pleasure. Her cream seeped out of her, making his thrusts easy and smooth. When he pumped his orgasm into her and was depleted, he pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. She smelt like vanilla, a flavour that drove him fucking mad with desire. Sam wrapped his arm around his stomach and snuggled into his back. He turned his head and Sam met him for a kiss. There was nothing better than this moment. He had both of his mates and they were safe and happy. There was nothing that was going to take that away from him.
Chapter Ten
The storm waged war outside, tiny pieces of ice slamming against the glass like bullets from Mother Nature. It had been three days since Dalia’s intimate encounter with Alric and Sam. It had been three days where she had felt cherished and loved, where she had only known pleasure and safety. How she longed to stay right here, letting Sam and Alric cocoon her, but she knew that wasn’t possible. Clay would be coming soon, she could feel it. To be able to sense him was a nightmare, but in this instance it was a blessing. She could leave before he came and hurt the two men that she had grown to care about. They claimed she was their mate, and that she had no doubt about. She felt it down to her bones, felt that she belonged to Sam and Alric the same as they belonged to her. But staying would only ensure she hurt them, and that was something she couldn’t live with.
They would be able to live without her. They had each other after all, but the very thought of having them die at the hands of Clay and his followers was something she couldn’t live with. There was no doubt in her mind that leaving them would be painful on so many levels, but a life of solitude and loneliness was worth the sacrifice to make sure they were safe.
The wind howled outside and Dalia placed her hand on the glass, feeling the iciness of the storm seep into her body. The weather continued its destructive path through the area, covering everything in a blanket of white. There had to be numerous feet of snow already on the ground. The blizzard had only relented for a few hours at a time, and each time it returned it was with a vengeance. A fire roared in the
Sam parted his ass and ran his finger over his anus. The digit was slick and cool and he knew he was coating his hole with the lube he had used earlier. Just feeling Sam play with him back there had him moving closer and closer to coming, but he needed to feel his little flower explode around him. Reaching his hand around, he then smoothed his palm down the centre of her back and made a slow trek south, closer to her bottom. He pushed into her hard and quick and felt the curve of her ass along his hand.
When he slipped his finger along the crease of her cheeks she let out a breathy “Oh” and pushed back, lifting up and giving him better access. “One of these days, when you’re ready, I’m going to fuck you in the ass while Sammy fucks this tight little pussy.” Her gasp of surprise made him smile. He slammed into her harder and she clung to him. “We’re going to fuck you until you beg us to stop, until you are too sensitive to handle us.” He dragged his tongue along the seam of her lips. “We’re going to make you come so hard and so long you won’t be able to walk, baby.” He felt the puckered hole of her anus and ran a digit around it, gently pushing into her and feeling a slight resistance.
“I bet you feel incredible back here, Dalia. I bet when you come your tiny asshole will squeeze my cock while your pussy milks Sam’s shaft.” She exploded around him, her cry being swallowed when he pressed his mouth on hers. He pumped into her harder and harder until he was so close to coming his balls drew up. Sam sensed his impending orgasm and pushed his finger in his ass, causing him to come so hard he roared out.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled as his body shook with pleasure. Her cream seeped out of her, making his thrusts easy and smooth. When he pumped his orgasm into her and was depleted, he pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. She smelt like vanilla, a flavour that drove him fucking mad with desire. Sam wrapped his arm around his stomach and snuggled into his back. He turned his head and Sam met him for a kiss. There was nothing better than this moment. He had both of his mates and they were safe and happy. There was nothing that was going to take that away from him.
Chapter Ten
The storm waged war outside, tiny pieces of ice slamming against the glass like bullets from Mother Nature. It had been three days since Dalia’s intimate encounter with Alric and Sam. It had been three days where she had felt cherished and loved, where she had only known pleasure and safety. How she longed to stay right here, letting Sam and Alric cocoon her, but she knew that wasn’t possible. Clay would be coming soon, she could feel it. To be able to sense him was a nightmare, but in this instance it was a blessing. She could leave before he came and hurt the two men that she had grown to care about. They claimed she was their mate, and that she had no doubt about. She felt it down to her bones, felt that she belonged to Sam and Alric the same as they belonged to her. But staying would only ensure she hurt them, and that was something she couldn’t live with.
They would be able to live without her. They had each other after all, but the very thought of having them die at the hands of Clay and his followers was something she couldn’t live with. There was no doubt in her mind that leaving them would be painful on so many levels, but a life of solitude and loneliness was worth the sacrifice to make sure they were safe.
The wind howled outside and Dalia placed her hand on the glass, feeling the iciness of the storm seep into her body. The weather continued its destructive path through the area, covering everything in a blanket of white. There had to be numerous feet of snow already on the ground. The blizzard had only relented for a few hours at a time, and each time it returned it was with a vengeance. A fire roared in the
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