Free Terra's Victory (Destiny's Trinities Book 7) by Tracy Cooper-Posey

seemed to flow over her. It was heated, sparkling water, while iridescent streaks flashed across her vision.
    Zack groaned and she could feel his cock moving in little, helpless thrusts inside her.
    “Wait for me,” Lindal told him, as he climbed onto the bed on his knees. His cock was twitching.
    He bent over them and eased his way into Beth’s pussy. She was sopping wet. Taking the two of them stretched her and gave her a sensation of fullness that was unique and incredibly satisfying.
    Lindal’s breath was also hurried and uneven. He gripped her hips as he thrust deep, then pulled out of her and pushed back in.
    “Oh, God…” Beth breathed. It was wonderful. She squirmed as a climax flowered deep in her belly and began to build.
    Lindal’s hips worked hard as he drove himself into her over and over again. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her down so he could get deeper. From countless other occasions, she could tell he was going to come very soon. His eyes were nearly closed as he became lost in the pleasure.
    Zack was groaning almost continually, his hips jerking beneath her. He was the first to come, his cock pulsing and jerking inside her. His hands clamped down on her breasts, holding her still while he pumped.
    His pleasure set off her own. Beth came with a cry that strained her throat. It felt as if every muscle she had clenched in response, even her heart stilled, sampling the pure thrill pouring through her.
    Lindal gave a hoarse cry as he came, his fingers digging even deeper, until he stilled, the tension gripping him. She could feel his cock pulsing, spilling its seed.
    Until finally he, too, sagged over the top of them. He withdrew and eased her back onto the mattress, as Zack slipped out of her and pulled her up against him.
    Beth was back to feeling the ache of tiredness tugging at her once more, only this time, she knew she would sleep. She could feel her body sagging with it, sinking her deeper into the mattress.
    And so thinking, she slept. When she woke, it was daylight once more. Someone had opened the curtains and early morning light was shining weakly through the blinds.
    Zack was still behind her, his arm heavy over her waist, telling her he had slipped into the very light sleep he sometimes experienced.
    Lindal was lying on the bed, on his side, facing her. His eyes were closed. As she blinked and drew in a deeply relaxed breath, he opened them. The blue was incredible. She always marveled at their color.
    He was watching her and there was wariness in his eyes.
    That brought all her concerns and worries crashing back around her. The elves, the portal, the Grimoré and how the entire world depended on her making good decisions.
    Most of all, it delivered the weight of Lindal’s future, making it press into her chest, an anvil that made her bones creak and her breath painful.
    Tears built in her eyes.
    Lindal brushed them away with soft touches of his fingers. “Don’t….”
    She swallowed. “I’m scared,” she whispered.
    Lindal drew in a breath and let it out. He picked up her hand from where she had it resting under the pillow and held it in his.
    She wanted him to tell her it would be all right, that everything would turn out. It was Zack’s job to be pessimistic, to look for potential snags and problems. Lindal had always been able to see the good, the positive.
    Only this time, he didn’t. “I’m scared, too,” he said.

Chapter Seven
    As the walls of the dingy office coalesced around them, Wyatt was hit with the smell. It was the aroma of every auto shop in America, rich with old oil, burnt and stressed rubber, car parts, dirt and the neglect of shop owners who cared more about service than bookkeeping and left piles of greasy thumbed documents untouched to gather dust on any flat service.
    The calculator keys would be grimy with sweat and grease, the computer would be the cheapest model that had been available eight years ago, the screen smeared by dirty fingers. The