Free Hunting the Jackal by Seressia Glass

stroking in and out.
    Warmth spread through her, and she pushed back against Rashon’s fingers, rocked forward onto Kurik’s shaft. Excitement rose at the knowledge that her most secret fantasy was finally coming true. She relaxed into Kurik’s kisses, relaxed in the knowledge that these two men cared only for pleasing her, not hurting her.
    Rashon removed his fingers, and Amarie held her breath, waiting for the blunt press of his invasion. He wasn’t as thick as Kurik, but he had the length. Could they truly both fit inside her?
    “It may hurt a bit at the start, love,” Rashon told her. “It should pass, but if it doesn’t, let me know and we’ll stop.”
    She didn’t want him to stop. This was an important part of their lovemaking. If she wanted to be with them, then she needed to be with them in every possible pleasurable way. The smooth head of his cock pressed against her rear opening. She tensed, then immediately forced herself to relax.
    “Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked.
    “I’m good, it’s just—” She groaned as a slight burn signaled the head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
    “Amarie?” Kurik growled beneath her.
    “Good,” she managed to say as Rashon slid deeper. “Don’t stop.”
    “Not stopping,” Rashon huffed behind her, his heat burning her back. He draped himself over her, and she could feel the crisp hairs at the base of his cock. She had taken all of him, all of both of them.
    All three groaned in unison, savoring the moment of complete union. “Amarie, that feels incredible,” Rashon breathed, pressing kisses to the back of her neck.
    “Gods, yes,” Kurik agreed, flexing against her in a show of strength. “I can feel you. I can feel him through you.”
    Rashon slowly withdrew, almost to the tip, then just as slowly returned, sinking into her inch by inch, giving her body time to accept the dual invasion, to welcome it. She mewled at the eye-rolling pleasure, her inner muscles clamping down on both men.
    Ragged groans filled the air. Kurik braced his feet on the mattress, his hips lifting off the bed. The angle settled her deeper onto his cock, giving Rashon leverage to surge against her. The men quickly found the perfect rhythm, sliding into her, sliding against each other with only a thin, super-sensitive barrier between them.
    Magic rose around them, electrifying her senses. She was sobbing now, pleasure stealing words, caught up in the greatest ecstasy she’d ever felt. She could feel them thickening inside her, feel them moving closer to the edge, their movements less smooth, harsh breathing mingling on her skin.
    A series of small quakes rocked her senses, a minute chain reaction barreling toward a monumental release. Driven by magic or instinct, both men sank their teeth into her neck, one on each side of her throat. Screaming, she fell apart.
    Kurik came with a roar, golden eyes sun-bright, his entire body tensing with the force of his orgasm. Rashon immediately joined them, crying out wordlessly as he filled her. Golden-white magic flared, blinding as it rolled through her, through the men. Connecting, blending, binding.
    Helpless, she opened herself to the flow, allowing it to wash over her, obliterating everything but her connection to her men.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Much later, they regained their composure and cuddled together in a puppy pile in the center of the massive bed. Amarie pillowed her head on Rashon’s chest while Kurik rested his cheek on Rashon’s rib cage, one hand possessively stroking her thigh.
    Rashon sighed as he played with Amarie’s hair. “That was...” he trailed off. “There are no words for what that was.”
    “Yeah,” Kurik agreed.
    “Is it always like that? That transcendent?”
    “I don’t know,” Rashon answered. “You’re the first person we’ve been with like that.”
    Kurik pressed a kiss to Rashon’s ribs as he stroked her hip. “Our first. Our only.”
    She grinned, her fingers tangling