Free TheSurrenderofLacyMorgan by Suzanne Ferrell

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length. He scooped her mass of copper curls off her face. Gripping them tight,
he guided her head to take more of his cock. Quinn could tell by the look on
his brother’s face that he was close to spilling his seed down her throat. He
also knew their captive wasn’t ready for that kind of submission.
    Their gazes met over Lacy’s head. A silent communication to
change tactics.
     
    Dakota grasped her head between his hands and slowly pulled
her face away from his throbbing cock. Her mouth remained in an O shape,
confusion etched on her features. “Not this time, pet.”
    He turned her head toward Quinn and watched as his brother
slid deep into the warm mouth he’d just plundered. Sliding one hand into her hair,
he gripped the thick curls in his fingers and guided her movements up and down
Quinn’s shaft.
    She put up no resistance. Her gaze was locked on Quinn’s.
    Dakota watched the two of them.
    Lacy might not realize it, but her body had already
responded to Quinn’s in a way her mind and heart couldn’t fight.
    After a few minutes, Dakota gently pulled her away from
Quinn’s cock.
    Each of them reached down to cup a breast and pinch the
nipple. “Stroke us to completion, Lacy,” he instructed her. He and Quinn had done
this with women they’d shared over the years, but never with such a novice. He
didn’t know how long he’d last in her hands.
    True to her inherent submissiveness, Lacy obeyed his
instructions, gliding her hands smoothly over their straining erections, watching
with fascination as suddenly the first one, then the other spurted cum onto her
breasts.
    “Ah God, yes…” Dakota moaned as he erupted.
    “Sweet heavens…don’t…stop…” Quinn growled out as he came
too.
     
    Lacy’s fingers slowed. Their sticky seed slowly ran over her
breasts. Shame at how she’d let them use her, mark her as their property,
filled her. And she’d willingly gone along with their demands. How could she
behave like that?
    She released them then struggled to stand. She wanted to get
away from them. Hide.
    Quinn caught her before she managed to stumble two steps.
“We’re not finished.”
    She tried to pull away but he gripped her tight against his
body. Then he scooped her into his arms and walked deeper into the water.
    “Please, no more. I…can’t. I…no…please.” God, she hated
begging, but her resolve was in tatters.
    Quinn leaned in and captured her protests in a soft kiss.
“Shh, sweetheart. It’s simply time to bathe.”
    “Bathe?” She couldn’t be hearing him right.
    Slowly he released her legs, holding her steady as she slid
down his body to stand hip-deep in the cold mountain water. “You met our needs,
now it’s our turn to meet yours.”
    “Why?” She shivered in the cold air and water, hating this
vulnerable state she’d been hovering in since they invaded her cabin.
    “Because it’s our responsibility to care for you.” He pulled
her body flush against his, rubbing his warm hands over her back.
    “That makes no sense.” She tried to ignore the musky
masculine scent of his chest. “You plan to give me to Devil. If he doesn’t kill
me, which I assure you he plans to do, you’re going to see they hang me.”
    “Not necessarily, kitten,” Dakota said, pressing his back
the length of her.
    Dear God, it felt so good. She should hate them, should
fight them. Their nearness, body heat, the scent of them teased her senses like
nothing she’d experienced before.
    “What…what do you mean?” Another shiver coursed over her
body, this time making her nipples pucker harder against Quinn and the folds of
her sex swell even more.
    Lavender teased her nose. Dakota took a step back, sliding
hands lathered with the special soap she’d bought in Denver over her shoulders,
kneading down the smooth muscles of her back to her bottom cheeks. Eyes closed,
she leaned into Quinn. “Oh, mmm.”
    “I think our kitten likes that, Dakota.” Quinn chuckled
above her, the rumbling