Free Forbidden Legacy by Mari Carr

fingers through her juices, dragging the moisture to her anus. She gasped when he pressed one inside.
    Alexis closed her eyes, trying to still her suddenly racing heart. “I, I’m not—” The word ready hovered on her lips, but she wasn’t sure that was true. She was afraid of what they wanted, nervous about being able to accept it, but those fears were overridden by outright desire.
    “Not today, Lex. Not here. We’re going to take you that way, but when we do, we’ll be in a bed. And you will be ours in every sense of the word.”
    Every sense. She understood Harrison’s conditions. They would take her that way only when she’d given in to their desire to become a triad. They’d give her that when and only when she’d pledged her life to both of them.
    A week ago, she would have told him to take his ultimatum and shove it where the sun don’t shine, but now…now she felt like a child being refused the treat she desired more than anything. Michael pushed a second finger into her ass, forcing a groan from her. Anal play was something she’d never even considered slightly interesting. Now it was taking every ounce of strength she possessed not to beg Michael to fuck her there.
    “Harrison,” she started to argue, but he read her thoughts too well.
    He shook his head, kissing her quickly to halt her request. “You know what we want, Lex. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ll see it’s what you want as well. Stop fighting this. Stop denying this isn’t right. Perfect.”
    “We’ve been on one date, Harry. One. And I told you, this is just sex.” Alexis wasn’t sure where she’d found the lie, but once it had formed, she’d let it fly.
    He released a long sigh and then glanced at Michael. “It looks like there’s more work to be done.” His gaze fell to her once more. “We still have three weeks. We’re not going to stop doing everything within our power to convince you.”
    A threat had never sounded so fucking hot. She gave him a challenging look that wasn’t lost on Harrison. He smiled.
    Then she looked over her shoulder at Michael. “Are you going to finish up back there or are you a fan of blue balls?” She pretended to be bored, hoping Michael would fall for the act. The truth was if he stopped right now, she’d probably be forced to commit murder.
    Michael reprimanded her for her smart mouth with one of his delicious punishments. Adding a third finger to her ass, he stretched her to the edge of discomfort, letting his touch be a warning. Then he removed his fingers from her anus, grasped her hips once more and shoved back into her pussy with a hard, deep thrust that would have alerted every person on this floor what was happening in this room if Harrison hadn’t covered her mouth with his and kissed her.
    Michael had clearly reached the end of his restraint, as he took her with an intensity bordering on violence. Alexis matched him slam for slam, welcoming the beautiful brutality. After days of numbing, cold pain, it was a relief to feel the heat again.
    Alexis trembled as her orgasm came, her pussy clenching tightly. Michael followed her, his muted groan telling her that even in the throes of his climax, he was able to regulate his response, remember his surroundings and keep quiet. She resented that he was able to steal that power from her and she suddenly longed to strip away some of his self-control. What would it feel like to bring Michael Austin to his knees?
    None of them moved immediately, and it was several minutes later before Alexis became aware of sounds outside the room. It was business as usual in the hospital as she listened to nurses chatting, the sound of gurneys rolling by, and the coughing, sneezing, sniffling noises of people coming in search of help.
    She lifted herself upright, ignoring the twinge in her pussy that said she’d been taken hard. She wouldn’t mind that slight ache if it didn’t trigger her arousal and make her long to do the whole damn thing