plug back in as Eric lifted her slightly and eased away.
“West, please,” she begged, wanting to feel connected this way to both of her men. He seemed to hesitate, but then she heard the bottle of lube squirt once more. He eased the plug from her ass, even as he shuffled across the bed, pushing Eric’s long legs out of his way and easing Hannah’s even wider.
The first touch of his cock was like heaven. It felt so incredible to be held in Eric’s arms, his cock deep inside her pussy, West’s cock about to press into her ass. Again he took his time, easing only the head into her ass before pulling back and then easing in a bit farther. He worked his way in, finally sliding all the way so that his balls rested on her ass cheeks.
Heat swelled through her, but it was the spiritual connection that caught her by surprise.
West groaned as Hannah’s ass tightened around him, her orgasm so incredibly close that he almost didn’t dare to move. Eric seemed to be grinding his teeth, barely holding back his own release. It was an incredible feeling to be poised at the precipice of something so truly amazing. He closed his eyes and savored just one more moment.
And then he let himself go. He tried to take it slowly, build the pace gradually, but soon he was pounding into Hannah, groaning as she squeezed his cock as her explosive orgasm began. Unable to hold back a moment longer, he pulled out, slammed back in, did it again, over and over, taking his woman, claiming her, marking her with his seed.
Cum burst from his cock, the orgasm unlike any other he’d ever known. Somehow more frantic, more exhausting, more exhilarating than anything else he’d experienced in his life.
“I love you, Hannah,” he whispered, knowing it was too soon, but saying the words aloud anyway. She was still panting, still trying to catch her breath, but she nodded, hearing his words, yet not returning them. Fear streaked through him when he felt her shaking, the movement too violent to be the aftermath of orgasm.
“Hannah?” Eric asked, concern for their woman very clear in his voice.
“Baby, talk to us. Tell us what’s wrong. Did we hurt you?”
She gulped a watery half laugh. “No,” she said very clearly. “No you didn’t hurt me.” She took a faltering breath. “I…I…”
On the verge of panic, West went to withdraw his slowly softening cock, but she wrapped an arm behind her and held him to her, a soft cry escaping her lips as she whispered the word “no.”
“I love you, too.” And then as if she worried Eric would misinterpret her words she added quickly, “I love you both.” She half laughed as the words escaped her lips. “I don’t even know if that’s possible,” she whispered, her voice filled with confusion. “Hell, my life has been a mess for so long now I can’t even be sure I’m not delusional. How can I trust my own heart, when I can barely trust my own eyes?”
“It’s okay, honey,” Eric said, glancing at West with a concerned frown. “We don’t have to make any decisions just yet. Let’s just relax and enjoy being with each other.” West nodded, hoping that he hadn’t ruined everything with his premature declaration of love. “We’ll take it a day at a time and let the future sort itself out.”
“Okay,” Hannah said in a shaky voice.
* * * *
“Incoming,” West warned his team as the security wards started flashing once more. If this was more pixies, it was the third attack in as many days. It was becoming a ridiculous situation. Each day a pixie attacked. Each day they incinerated her and, before she could re-form, glued down her ashes. What it left them with was a doll-size flying pixie who fit quite nicely into a glass jar.
It was great to finally have a defense against the unstoppable assassins, but how many jars would it take before the pixies either gave up or found a way to counter their defense? They didn’t even know how the damn creatures had