Free Blood Bond by Kit Tunstall Page A

tingling breast. His cock grew hard again in her hand, seconds after
his orgasm. Wasn’t that supposed to be impossible?
    As Sorin brushed against her leg, his hard
cock poked into her flesh. Starr wondered if they felt the same nameless need
she did. Apparently, they hadn’t been completely satisfied either.
    Lucian disengaged her hold on his cock and
scooted backward before turning her on her side. Sorin settled on his side
beside her, pressing his chest against her breasts. Starr put her arm over his
waist and squeezed his muscled buttock.
    Lucian pulled the plug from her anus, and
Starr knew what would happen next. She felt a flutter of alarm, remembering how
Sorin and the plug had stretched her, but her longing was stronger than her
fear. They were meant to fit together—three parts of the whole.
    Sorin just held her as Lucian lay against
her, pulling her cheeks apart with his hand. Starr met Sorin’s gaze as the head
of Lucian’s cock pressed against her anus. She moved her head forward to kiss
him as the cock pressed inside her. It was a snug fit, and she felt a moment of
pain, but it faded as Lucian stayed in her without moving. Sorin’s tongue
darted into her mouth, mimicking the motion his hips would make soon.
    She draped her thigh over Sorin’s as his
lower body pressed against hers. He slipped a hand between their bodies and
parted her pussy. She broke the kiss and buried her face in his hairy chest as
his cock probed her opening. She took a deep breath as he sheathed his cock in
her pussy, and her body responded to their presence with a moment of pain. Her
breathing sounded like an explosion when she exhaled, while concentrating on
keeping her body relaxed.
    It was almost like meditation, as she
pictured their cocks surging in and out of her. Somehow, just visualizing the
act helped her expand to accommodate them, although she was still tight around
their cocks.
    “Starr? Can we thrust?”
    She nodded, and then realized Lucian
probably couldn’t see the motion of her head. “Yes, please.” Sorin’s hair
tickled her lips as she spoke, while his hard chest muffled her voice. Lucian
must have heard her answer anyway, because he began to thrust in and out of
her, in concert with Sorin, so that they both entered her simultaneously.
    There wasn’t any pain as they moved. Starr
thought that was significant, while she was still able to think. Within
minutes, their thrusts had driven any logical thoughts from her mind. Their
movements reduced her to a creature of sensation, whose voice’s only purpose
was to give life to sounds of her pleasure.
    The intensity was building inside her. It
was a sensation washing over her, going deeper than her convulsing pussy and
clenched anus, begging for release. This was something different. It felt like
white heat burning her from the inside out, and colors exploded behind her
eyes, like fireworks.
    As Sorin surged deep inside her, with
Lucian following suit, Starr’s orgasm swept through her. She screamed with the
pleasure, but also with the surge of heat that flooded her. The colors grew
more intense, and she opened her eyes, hoping to drive them away. She could
still see them and realized it wasn’t something she was imagining. She was
undergoing a physical reaction to their lovemaking, and it wasn’t just from the
pleasure she felt.
    Her climax reached its zenith when Lucian
and Sorin came inside her. As their cocks spasmed, filling her with their
satisfaction, it was as though a vortex opened in her mind. She could feel it
drawing her in, but was powerless to stop the wave of blackness that
overwhelmed her, stealing consciousness from her.
    The vision from the previous night consumed
her immediately, and it was clearer now. She was no longer viewing it from the
perspective of the person on the bed. Rather, she watched from a shadowed corner
of the bedchamber as a figure that was clearly feminine lifted a silver dagger
high over her head. With a harsh laugh, she