Free Warrior's Wife by Evanne Lorraine

binding from the end of her braid and unraveled the heavy plait. After loosening her hair, he released her face and spread the waves over her shoulders. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.”
    “Anything else you want to do, Galahad?” The words were low and husky, a siren’s invitation.
    “Everything.”
    She swayed nearer. “Me too.”
    Her soft, soft lips touched his. Their breaths mingled. Her breasts pressed his chest and the hard tips sent jolts of white lightning right through the layers of cloth between them, jerking his hips against hers.
    “Tell me what you want.” He barely recognized the gravelly demand that came from his raspy throat.
    “I want all three of you.”
    For a second, he gaped at her. Then an image of sharing her with Gideon and Horace lit him up from the inside. His cock grew impossibly stiffer. “You want me to get them?”
    “Not now, I want to start with you.”
    She nipped his lip and licked her way into his mouth.
    Hell yeah, kissing. He was so on board with that plan. His tongue slid along hers, penetrating her sweet recesses and claiming the erogenous zone as his personal property. Their bodies strained together until her heartbeat synchronized with his. Her slight belly cushioned his hard shaft.
    Tori broke the kiss long enough to loosen the laces on her boots then toed them and the socks off, kicking them behind her. Once barefoot, she scrambled back aboard, standing on top of his shoes and fusing her lips with his.
    The kiss resumed seamlessly as if their joined mouths were the most natural action in the world. With ballsy finesse, he cupped her round bottom, lifting her so his erection notched into the vee of her sex. He used his other hand to palm one plump breast. Superheroes had nothing on him. He was ready to leap over raging cyborgs and conquer armies for this woman.
    She murmured against his lips, “Is your arousal enhanced too?”
    “Uh, no.” He felt blood warming his cheeks. “My penis is proportionate to my overall size. Aren’t natural humans the same?”
    “You are a big guy, but this is huge.” She skimmed his erection with a fingernail.
    She’d avoided the question, but he was too close to coming to worry about human anatomy issues. He captured her wrists and held them over her head. After tugging his t-shirt off her, he promised, “I won’t hurt you.”
    “I’m safe with you—with all three of you.” She raked her fingers through his hair, not meeting his eyes. “But let’s take it slow, ’kay?”
    “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ah fuck, had those cyborg bastards hurt her? “This is all about what you want. I’m satisfied just to hold you.”
    Those thick lashes lifted and her gaze locked with his. “Not me, Galahad. I want more—I want all of you.”
    “Fuck, yeah.” He’d imagined this a thousand times—every touch, every sensation. The real Tori left his fantasy back with the slow-mo droids.
    She held him in place with one small palm on his heart. “Nice and slow.”
    The reminder sent an impossible chill through his bot-regulated blood. His excited cock had no conscience. He ignored the eager erection, he’d cut the damn thing off before he’d hurt her. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
    “Actually, I’m better than I’ve been in years.”
    “The cyborgs didn’t…” A damn lump in his throat made it impossible to finish the question.
    She captured his face. “God no, you interrupted them. That’s not why I want to go slow.” She dropped her lashes again. “It’s been a while for me.”
    The knot of fear choking him dissolved and he grinned at her. “Any way you want me, I’m yours.”
    “I like that. Lose the clothes and sit on the couch,” Tori practically purred. She skimmed off her clothes, revealing perfect breasts—perfect everything—and gorgeous, silky skin he couldn’t wait to touch.
    Marcus joined her, stripping to his skin in record time and parked his ass on the sofa cushions,