Free Blood Bond by Kit Tunstall

Rather
than straddling her as she had expected, he knelt between her spread legs, with
his hands on her upper thighs. A sob escaped her when he moved one hand higher
to touch her pussy. She almost thought she could have come just from the light
brush of his palm against her swollen lips. When he pushed his palm deeper into
her soft flesh and rotated it slightly, she arched upward.
    The plug in her anus seemed to settle
deeper inside her as she did so, causing a moment of discomfort before it
changed to heated pleasure. Starr spread her legs farther, and in her
impatience for Sorin to touch her properly, she had almost forgotten Lucian was
playing with her breasts.
    She remembered as he pinched one
forcefully, as if to get her attention. She turned to look at him and the blaze
of desire in his eyes swept her away. He was always the calm one, and always in
control of his emotions. Sorin was the unpredictable one, with a hint of
wildness that couldn’t be tamed. She would have expected the expression she saw
to be on Sorin’s face, not Lucian’s.
    Out of curiosity, she lifted her head again
and assessed Sorin’s expression. It was difficult to concentrate when Lucian
bent his head to lave one of her nipples. She groaned and lowered her head, but
not before seeing deep hunger and need in Sorin’s eyes. She didn’t doubt she
wore a similar expression, but maybe they needed to hear how much she wanted
them. Maybe if they did, they would finally do more than tease her.
    “If you don’t take me soon, I’m going to
die.” That sounded silly, but it was how she felt. There was a pressure
building inside her—and not from the anal plug—that threatened to boil over and
explode. She didn’t know what would happen when it did. She only knew she had
to release the pressure, and the only way to do so was by submitting to the
pleasure Sorin and Lucian were creating.
    That seemed to be all Sorin needed, because
he stopped lightly stroking her lips. Two of his fingers surged inside her,
making her cry out. There wasn’t even a hint of soreness as he finger-fucked
her. The hot springs had certainly loosened her.
    Lucian drew her nipple into his mouth,
sucking forcefully, while his hand squeezed her other breast. His thumb ran
across the rigid nipple repeatedly, applying enough pressure to make her want
to scream.
    Almost by sixth-sense, Starr realized Sorin
had switched positions. His fingers withdrew from her pussy, and before she
could utter a protest, his cock surged inside her. Her eyes widened at the
fullness she felt from his cock and the anal plug. If she had ached to be
filled, her wish was granted. It was almost more than she could accept. As
Sorin withdrew and thrust into her for the first time, the pressure increased,
and she wondered how her body would accommodate both of their cocks.
    His hips driving his cock deeper into her
drove the thought from her mind. Starr could hear Lucian moaning and knew she
had neglected him. She reached forward, searching for his cock. When she found
it, she cupped her hand around the hard shaft and gave in to instinct, which
urged her to grip his cock firmly and move her hand up and down. His cries of
pleasure rewarded her.
    Sorin’s groans mingled with Lucian’s as he
thrust faster and faster inside her. Starr’s lower body tensed as her pleasure
grew, and she knew no amount of massage could relax her this time. As Sorin’s
cock hardened inside her before beginning to spasm, waves of pleasure crashed
over her. Her pussy convulsed around him, triggering his release. Lucian’s
ejaculate dripped down her fingers as she came. The convulsions shaking her
caused her anus to clench around the plug, which heightened her sense of
release.
    As Sorin withdrew from her pussy, Starr
struggled to catch her breath. To her surprise, the pressure was still building
inside her. Her orgasm hadn’t been sufficient to stifle it. “More.”
    “Yes,” Lucian said as he lifted his mouth
from her