Free Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

which is all I’ve done with my time recently.”
    “Shush!” He placed a finger against her lips. “Don’t talk about him now. It’ll spoil the moment.”
    “You’re right.” She started to move. “You’re making me come alive, Fin. I didn’t realize just how screwed up I’d actually become.”
    Fin chuckled. “I fully intend to screw you, babe, never doubt it.”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    He started thrusting upward in time with her downward motion, and soon they were right into it. She closed herself round his cock like she was afraid he might take it away from her and milked it for all she was worth. Her tits bounced against his hands, falling softly into them each time her cunt met his cock, causing mayhem with Fin’s self-control.
    “Feel that, babe. You’ve got it all now. It’s all for you, Sabine. Take what you need, and run with it.”
    “I will. I am.” She threw her head even farther backward, and her tangled hair tickled his thighs. “I really need you to fuck me, Fin.”
    Her urgency was infectious. He rolled sideways, landing her on her back. He was still buried deep inside her, and she clearly didn’t intend to let him go.
    “Legs round my neck,” he said curtly. “You want fucking, then I’ll fuck you good.”
    As soon as her legs were in position, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass, ready to drive even deeper. She groaned as he made his intention plain with deeds rather than words, moving with him every step of the way.
    “That better?”
    “Much,” she said, her voice now tinged with desperation.
    “Feel me deep inside you, Sabine. Feel how big I am. That’s your fault.” He brought a hand down over her ass. “You’ve gotten me out of control.” Whack. “Come for me, baby. Let it go.”
    “I am. I can feel it building. Give me it harder, I…argh! Here it is.”
    She thrashed about beneath him, her hair a wild tangle on the pillows, as he continued to spank her butt and pummel her sweet cunt. She tightened round him more than he’d imagined possible and pulled the sperm from him as her pleasure communicated itself to him. It shot deep into her as she screamed at him to fuck her harder still.
    Fin did precisely that.

Chapter Seven
     
    “Wow!”
    Sabine’s après-sex conversation could probably use some work, but she didn’t have the energy to even think coherently right now, much less summon up the right words to express her appreciation for Fin’s skill as a lover. She just wanted to wallow in a postcoital abyss for the time being and let all her worries take care of themselves.
    She fell into Fin’s arms, too boneless to move. The only sound in the room was Mulligan’s soft snoring as he lay with his huge head resting on equally huge front paws. His ears twitched as, presumably, he dreamed about all those squirrels he never managed to catch. Sabine circled a finger lazily over Fin’s gorgeous chest, tangling it with the hairs there and zoning in on his nipple, wondering if days were supposed to be this good.
    “Thanks,” she said, leaning up on one elbow to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. Far more eloquent, Sabine.
    Fin laughed. “My pleasure.”
    “Sorry if I kind of highjacked your services. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
    “I disagree,” he said. “It was absolutely the right place and time.”
    “There’s no need to be gallant. We both know it was just sex.”
    Fin quirked a brow. “Was it?”
    “No clinging, remember.”
    “Whom are you trying to convince?”
    Good question, Sabine thought. She still had trouble believing that Fin was actually here with her, virile and warm, emitting a not-entirely-civilized male aura as he gazed down at her with unsettling intensity. She used his broad chest as a pillow while he ran a finger gently down the curve of her hip, showing no inclination to run for the hills now that the act was over.
    “Never try to deny your sexuality, babe,” he said