“Then do your worst, man. Make her scream. I’ll help you out.” Eric slid his hand down her torso until he found her clit, then placed his thumb right on top of the little nub.

  “You always back me up.” Tate lowered his head again.

  Belle shouted out as he speared her with his tongue. Tate began to fuck deep inside her cunt with long strokes of his tongue while Eric pressed and rotated her clit. He varied the pressure, teasing and torturing her while Tate stroked her deep. She couldn’t help but whimper and squirm as they held her down. Their grips were a sweet restraint she didn’t want to escape. Eric licked at her nipple and finally settled in to suck. Long pulls on her tender buds had her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

  They moved in perfect time. It wasn’t long before they had Belle thrashing and crying out, a supernova of an orgasm exploding through her body.

  She sagged onto the bed, her body heavy with pleasure as she floated back to earth. Eric kissed her lazily, cuddling her close, their tongues playing sweetly against one another. Tate moved up the bed on her other side, turning her to him as Eric eased back. She could taste herself on his tongue.

  “You look like a satisfied woman.” Kellan stood at the end of the bed. He stared down at her, his eyes hot.

  “I’m a happy woman,” she replied.

  “And you’re going to make us very happy men. You complete us, Belle. We love you. Let us show you just how much.” He nodded toward his partners. “Tate, take her pussy. Eric try her mouth again. I’m going to work my way into that sweet virgin ass.”

  She found herself being twisted and turned gently, like she was a precious doll they wanted to share. Beneath her, Tate quickly donned a condom and thrust his cock deep before she was even settled.

  Her arousal returned in that one long thrust, despite the orgasm she’d just experienced. Almost immediately, she pulsed around his cock. She would never get used to the way it felt when they thrust inside her. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation take over. Tate’s hands eased her, soothing her even as he held her on his dick.

  “God, you feel good.” Tate’s hips flexed up as though he could make his way deeper inside her body.

  “She’s going to feel even better when I’m done. You think she’s tight now, just wait until I’m inside.” Kellan put a hand between her shoulder blades, gently guiding her down. “Lie against Tate, love.”

  Eric took his place, kneeling close, directing his cock toward her. He teased her lips with it. “Come, baby. Take me inside. I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me again.”

  She licked at the head while Tate held her still. Kellan moved in behind her once more. A spark zipped up her spine as he parted her cheeks and dribbled more lube.

  Eric’s cock invaded, filling her mouth as she felt something far larger than a finger at the rim of her ass. She couldn’t stop from groaning as Kellan pressed against her opening. His cock was so much bigger than the plugs she’d taken. She knew she’d feel him even more keenly because Tate took up all the space in her pussy. Even the thought of having them both inside her made her moan.

  “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.” Eric pushed further into her mouth, obviously loving the vibrations stemming from the sounds she made.

  “Stay still, love. Let me in. Don’t fight it. I belong here. This body is fucking ours.” Kellan pressed forward in little thrusts, gaining ground each time. Every move of his body was a mix of pleasure and pain and the anticipation of something to come.

  Tate gripped her hips, stroking and calming her. “You’re so gorgeous, Belle. Relax. This is how we were meant to be together.”

  He kissed her shoulder, giving her little love nips that countered the pressure in her ass.

  She concentrated on pleasuring Eric, rolling her tongue over and over his cock. She laved the head and the underside with her affection, pouring her devotion into every pass of her tongue.

  All the while, Tate held her still while Kellan thrust softly, opening her up more every time he inched forward until she finally felt him surge inside deep.

  Belle gasped and held her breath. She’d never been so full. Kellan and Tate were deep inside her body, taking up all the space, impaling her on their cocks and holding her still for their pleasure. God, was there anything more perfect? She didn’t think so.

  Caught between the two of them, she drowned in pleasure as Eric slid his cock into her mouth, guiding her gently with his fingers tangled in her hair. All three of her men were inside her, and it was an intimacy unlike anything she’d ever known.

  “You’re so fucking tight, love.” Kellan seemed to grind the words up in his chest before he spoke them.

  She whimpered, and he petted her, holding himself still, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of a cock invading her ass. She was stretched so tight, and for a moment she wasn’t sure she could stand another second of it.

  Then Kellan moved ever so slightly, dragging his cock back, suffusing her with pleasure. Nerves she’d barely imagined and never felt so alive sparked through her body.

  “Are you all right?” Kellan asked, his voice guttural with arousal.

  She didn’t want to lose Eric, so she just hummed with satisfaction.

  “I think she’s fine, man. And you really better get to moving if you want us all to go off together because I don’t know how long I’m going to last. She feels too good.” Eric tightened his grip on her face as he thrust his cock further past her lips, forcing her to take more of him.

  Tate thrust up while holding her hips against him. Her clitoris ground on his pelvis, building the heat and fire inside her.

  “Then we should show our woman exactly what we can do for her.” Kellan dragged his cock almost all the way out, stopping just at the tight ring of muscle, then thrust ruthlessly back inside.

  And they were off, setting a pace that took Belle’s breath away. They worked in perfect harmony. Tate would thrust up while Kellan pulled back. Kellan’s cock would plunge forward while Tate ground up, hitting her clitoris perfectly. Eric caught their rhythm, and his cock stiffened in her mouth. The musk rising up from his skin filled her nostrils.

  Belle didn’t fight the sensations. She gave over completely, submitting her body and heart to her men. She rode the wave they created for her, allowing her body to flow between them as the pleasure built and built.

  Eric groaned in something close to agony, and she tasted the salt of his essence on her tongue. He pressed in again, his cock shooting off and filling her up. She drank him down, lapping at his cock, ensuring that he not only felt pleasure but her love too.

  Tate’s thrusts matched Kellan’s as they picked up the pace. Each moved smoothly in and out of her body. Tate wedged a hand between their bodies, pushing up on her clit and sending her flying over the edge once again, tearing a scream from her body.

  “Yes. That’s it. Baby, fuck. Oh, Belle, come all over my cock.” Then Tate shouted, stiffening and arching his back to bury himself even deeper inside her.

  Belle’s whole body convulsed in pleasure as the orgasm nearly ripped her from her body and tossed her into a storm of pleasure. She heard Kellan cry out her name, then he lost his perfect rhythm, slamming inside her over and over again, marking her as his. He stiffened behind her, shoving his cock deep until she could feel his balls rub against her. Warm satisfaction flooded her. Heat and pleasure became her world as Kellan shared her moment of release and her devotion to their forever.

  They fell together in a pleasant heap on the bed. Belle sighed as she found herself in a happy tangle of arms and limbs. The light from the candles made the whole world soft and sweet. The moment had been nothing short of perfect.

  Kellan settled in beside her, his head on her breast. “I missed you every minute I was gone.”

  She caressed his cheek. “I missed you, too. Don’t leave again. Not for a long time.”

  “Hey, scoot over. I think I should be the one to sleep beside Belle.” Eric stared down at Tate.

  Tate merely wrapped an arm around her waist and cuddled close. He didn’t even open his eyes. “You snooze, you lose, man.”

  “Come on. I’ll arm wrestle you for it,” Eric offered. “Hey, I’ll walk Sir for the rest of the week. Come on, man.”

  Tate and Eric argued like big kids about who got to sleep next to the wife for the night.

  Kellan chuckled. “They’re going to be trouble, you know.”

  Belle just smiled. Yes, her men were trouble, but she’d realized she couldn’t live without them.

  She closed her eyes, sending a silent thanks to her grandmother for bequeathing her a home she and her men could share and eventually raise the children borne of their love in. She slept, her dreams untroubled because her house, like her life, was whole and at peace once more.

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  Theirs To Cherish

  Wicked Lovers, Book 8

  By Shayla Black

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  The perfect place for a woman on the run to disappear…

  Accused of a horrific murder she didn’t commit, former heiress Callie Ward has been a fugitive since she was sixteen—until she found the perfect hideout, Club Dominion. The only problem is she’s fallen for the club’s Master, Mitchell Thorpe, who keeps her at arm’s length. Little does she know that his reasons for not getting involved have everything to do with his wounded heart…and his consuming desire for her.

  To live out her wildest fantasies…

  Enter Sean Kirkpatrick, a Dom who’s recently come to Dominion and taken a pointed interest in Callie. Hoping to make Thorpe jealous, she submits to Sean one shuddering sigh at a time. It isn’t long before she realizes she’s falling for him too. But the tender lover who’s slowly seducing her body and earning her trust isn’t who he claims…

  And to fall in love.

  When emotions collide and truths are exposed, Sean is willing to risk all to keep Callie from slipping through his fingers. But he’s not the only man looking to stake a claim. Now Callie is torn between Sean and Thorpe, and though she’s unsure whom she can trust, she’ll have to surrender her body and soul to both—if she wants to elude a killer…

  * * * *

  Callie trembled as she lay back on the padded table and Sean Kirkpatrick’s strong fingers wrapped around her cuffed wrist, guiding it back to the bindings above her head.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” she murmured.

  He paused, then drew in a breath as if he sought patience. “Breathe, lovely.”

  That gentle, deep brogue of his native Scotland brought her peace. His voice both aroused and soothed her, and she tried to let those feelings wash through her. “Can you do that for me?” he asked.

  His fingers uncurled from her wrist, and he grazed the inside of her outstretched arm with his knuckles. As always, his touch was full of quiet strength. He made her ache. She shivered again, this time for an entirely different reason.

  “I’ll try.”

  Sean shook his head, his deep blue eyes seeming to see everything she tried to hide inside. That penetrating stare scared the hell out of her. What did he see when he looked at her? How much about the real her had he pieced together?

  The thought made her panic. No one could know her secret. No one. She’d kept it from everyone, even Thorpe, during her four years at Dominion. She’d finally found a place where she felt safe, comfortable. Of course she’d have to give it up someday, probably soon. She always did. But please, not yet.

  Deep breath. Don’t panic. Sean wants your submission, not your secrets.

  “You’ll need to do better than try. You’ve been ‘trying’ for over six months,” he reminded her gently. “Do you think I’d truly hurt you?”

  No. Sean didn’t seem to have a violent bone in his body. He wasn’t a sadist. He never gripped her harshly. He never even raised his voice. She’d jokingly thought of him as the sub whisperer because he pushed her boundaries with a gentleness she found both irresistible and insidious. Certainly, he’d dragged far more out of her than any other man had. Tirelessly, he’d worked to earn her trust. Callie felt terrible that she could never give it, not when doing so could be fatal.

  Guilt battered her. She should stop wasting his time.

  “I know you wouldn’t,” she assured, blinking up at him, willing him to understand.

  “Of course not.” He pressed his chest over hers, leaning closer to delve into her eyes.

  Callie couldn’t resist lowering her lids, shutting out the rest of the world. Even knowing she shouldn’t, she sank into the soft reassurance of his kiss. Each brush of his lips over hers soothed and aroused. Every time he touched her, her heart raced. Her skin grew tight. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy moistened and swelled. Her heart ached. Sean Kirkpatrick would be so easy to love.

  As his fingers filtered into her hair, cradling her scalp, she exhaled and melted into his kiss—just for a sweet moment. It was the only one she could afford.

  A fierce yearning filled her. She longed for him to peel off his clothes, kiss her with that determination she oft en saw stamped into his eyes, and take her with the single-minded fervor she knew he was capable of. But in the months since he’d collared her, he’d done nothing more than stroke her body, tease her, and grant her orgasms when he thought she’d earned them. She hadn’t let him fully restrain her. And he hadn’t yet taken her to bed.

  Not knowing the feel of him deep inside her, of waiting and wanting until her body throbbed relentlessly, was making her buckets full of crazy.

  After another skillful brush of his lips, Sean ended the kiss and lifted his head, breathing hard. She clung, not ready to let him go. How had he gotten under her skin so quickly? His tenderness filled her veins like a drug. The way he had addicted Callie terrified her.

  “I want you. Sean, please . . .” She damn near wept.

  With a broad hand, he swept the stray hair from her face. Regret softened his blue eyes before he ever said a word. “If you’re not ready to trust me as your Dom, do you think you’re ready for me as a lover? I want you completely open to me before we take that step. All you have to do is trust me, lovely.”

  Callie slammed her eyes shut. This was so fucking pointless. She wanted to trust Sean, yearned to give him everything—devotion, honesty, faith. Her past ensured that she’d never give any of those to anyone. But he had feelings for her. About that, she had no doubt. They’d grown just as hers had, unexpectedly, over time, a fledgling limb morphing into a sturdy vine that eventually created a bud just waiting to blossom . . . or die.

  She knew which. They could never have more than this faltering Dom/sub relationship, destined to perish in a premature winter.

  She should never have accepted his collar, not when she should be trying to keep her distance from everyone. The responsible choice now would be to call her safe word, walk out, quit him. Release them both from this hell. Never look back.

  For the first time in nearly a decade, Callie worried that she might not have the strength to say good-bye.

  What was wrong with her tonight? She was too emotional. She needed to pull up her big-girl panties and snap on her bratty attitude, pretend that nothing mattered. It was how she’d coped for years. But she couldn’t seem to manage that with Sean.

  “You’re up in your head, instead of here with me,” he gently rebuked her.

  Another dose of guilt blistered her. “Sorry, Sir.”

  Sean sighed heavily, stood straight, then held out his hand to her. “Come with me.”

  Callie winced. If he intended to stop the scene, that could only mean he wanted to talk. These sessions where he tried to dig through her psyche became more painful than the sexless nights she spent in unfulfilled longing under his sensual torture.

  Swallowing down her frustration, she dredged up her courage, then put her hand in his.

  Holding her in a steady grip, Sean led her to the far side of Dominion’s dungeon, to a bench in a shadowed corner. As soon as she could see the rest of the room, Callie felt eyes on her, searing her skin. With a nonchalant glance, she looked at the others scening around them, but they seemed lost in their own world of pleasure, pain, groans, sweat, and need. A lingering sweep of the room revealed another sight that had the power to drop her to her knees. Thorpe in the shadows. Staring. At her with Sean. His expression wasn’t one of disapproval exactly . . . but he wasn’t pleased.

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  Dungeon Games

  Masters and Mercenaries, Book 6.5

  By Lexi Blake

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  Obsessed

  Derek Brighton has become one of Dallas’s finest detectives through a combination of discipline and obsession. Once he has a target in his sights, nothing can stop him. When he isn’t solving homicides, he applies the same intensity to his playtime at Sanctum, a secretive BDSM club. Unfortunately, no amount of beautiful submissives can fill the hole that one woman left in his heart.

  Unhinged

  Karina Mills has a reputation for being reckless, and her clients appreciate her results. As a private investigator, she pursues her cases with nothing holding her back. In her personal life, Karina yearns for something different. Playing at Sanctum has been a safe way to find peace, but the one Dom who could truly master her heart is out of reach.

  Enflamed

  On the hunt for a killer, Derek enters a shadowy underworld only to find the woman he aches for is working the same case. Karina is searching for a missing girl and won’t stop until she finds her. To get close to their prime suspect, they need to pose as a couple. But as their operation goes under the covers, unlikely partners become passionate lovers while the killer prepares to strike.