Free Bondmate by J.J. Lore

hooded eyes as she
turned them to her satisfaction, then grasped a
bobbing cock in each hand. With slippery pulls she caressed their shafts,
rotating her hand as she reached the thick heads, her strokes identical for
each. They both tensed and leaned closer, Bynton giving her a soft groan of
encouragement. Mateen was silent, but his gaze never left her hand as it
gripped him. It seemed impossible, but they thickened even more under her
teasing touch.
    All
she could hear was the dripping of warm water and the rough breathing of the
men she held in her thrall. Heat filled her, radiating from her core, filling
her breasts, aching in her pussy with every rapid beat of her heart. Everything
felt right. She stroked their slippery lengths, pulling to the ends and rubbing
her thumbs across the tips. They were so large, but she knew she could take
them. Mateen shifted and braced his hand on the wall as he panted. His muscles
bunched and tightened under his wet skin.
    Bynton
reached out to his bondmate and gripped his shoulder. “Not here.”
    Mateen
shook his head roughly and backed away from Avanelle, pulling himself free of
her hand as he shut off the water. He pushed open the barrier and led her out
of the cubicle. She could feel Bynton’s warm body
close behind hers as he rubbed her with a towel, not nearly as thoroughly as
he’d tended to her in the smaller craft after the battle. Her hair dripped with
moisture as they made their way to the bed, Mateen barely stroking his torso
and legs dry as he stared at her.
    “How
do you…?” For all her longing, she wasn’t sure who took the initiative in such
an encounter. Three bodies in motion made it more complicated than her
overheated brain could manage.
    “First
time is all of us together. It’s tradition.” Bynton ground out the words as he
sat on the bed, positioning himself so his legs hung off the edge. His reddish
cock sprang up, shiny with flavorful oil, and she had to force herself not to
drop to her knees and lick it. Mateen’s big hands found her shoulders, and he
spun her around so her back was to Bynton, then lifted her up so she straddled
him, her knees on the bed spread wide over Bynton’s hips. Mateen crowded close, his hard chest brushing her breasts, her nipples
tightening at the friction, his cock within reach of her hands again.
    “Find
Bynton first.”
    With
a shaking hand she reached back to capture the cock waiting between her legs.
Bynton gripped her hips as she lowered them, easing the head along the folds of
her thrumming pussy until it edged into her opening. Breathing hard at her
strained position and the idea of accommodating his girth, she glanced over her
shoulder at Bynton. He was staring down, clearly engrossed in his imminent
penetration of her. As his fingers clenched even tighter into the soft skin of
her hips, she pushed herself down, forcing his thick cockhead inside her body.
It almost hurt, and she tilted her hips to change the angle as Bynton growled.
Better, but still a strain. The walls of her sheath clenched, then relaxed as even more of her melted against his hard
invasion. She looked up at Mateen and knew the effort showed on her face
because he cupped his hand to her cheek as he wrapped his other arm around her
shoulder for support.
    She
sucked in a strained breath, knowing she was almost there, splaying out her
thighs and allowing her knees to slide along the sheet as she took in the rest
of Bynton’s length. A loud cry erupted from her, both
at her accomplishment and the sensation stretching her aching channel. He moved
under her, and somehow the pressure both eased and increased. No pain, just
tremendous pleasure as he tilted her hips, one of his fingers tracing down to
her mound, then brushing against the top of her tight
clit. She blinked up at Mateen, ready for whatever came next.
    Still
cupping her cheek, he stepped closer, lining his cock up with her mouth,
staring down at her with eyes that had darkened from gold to