Free Blood Rights [Wicked River 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Gabrielle Evans

moan bubbled up through her parted lips.
    Then Koba’s talented mouth was on her again, sucking at her pink folds like a starving man. When Brock insinuated a hand between their thighs so he could push two fingers into her aching pussy, it was too much for her to fight. Her inner walls gripped his digits like a vise as her climax slammed into her, rocking her body and tilting the world on its axis.
    Koba nibbled along the inside of her thigh, sucking the flesh into his mouth and marking it. “Are you ready for more, kitten?”
    In answer, Moira released the rope with one hand, grabbed the back of his head, and forced it back between her splayed thighs. Brock chuckled quietly, placing a light kiss on the side of her neck. “That’s my girl.”
    His thick fingers pumped into her opening and pulled out to skim along her crease and circle the fluttering muscles of her back entrance. Over and over, he used her own juices to slick her back door, making certain of an easy, slippery glide before pushing in slowly with one finger.
    “Breathe, baby. Just relax and breathe,” Brock coaxed as he sawed in and out of her hole, stretching her gently.
    With Koba’s mouth alternating between her nipples and his fingers rubbing relentlessly at her swollen clitoris, Moira was so swamped in pleasure that she barely felt the burn, though. A second finger was added, and after a few moments, a third. The pressure was intense, but not unbearably so, especially when Koba changed tactics, slipping two fingers into her eager cunt.
    “Please!” she begged in a voice she was sure had never escaped her lips before.
    The short clicking sound drew her attention, and her eyes snapped open to investigate. Where Koba had found the small bottle of clear lube, she didn’t know, but she was very interested to see what he would do with it. Pouring a generous amount into his palm, he tossed the plastic tube aside and reached beneath her to coat Brock’s rock-hard dick.
    Brock reclined a bit more and lifted her from his lap by her hips. He didn’t let her go far, though. “Deep breath, Mo. Just tell me if I need to stop.”
    Moira nodded firmly, wanting to feel both of her men inside her more than she wanted her next labored breath. When the spongy crown nudged against her back entrance, she sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing every muscle in her body to relax.
    Inch by torturous inch, Brock lowered her over his impressive length until her ass cheeks nestled firmly against his groin. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.” He held her snuggly against his chest, groaning raggedly against the back of her head.
    Knowing she’d elicited such a response from her mate made her smile, but she really needed him to move. Moira teetered on the edge of another mind-numbing orgasm, needing only a slight push to send her tumbling over the edge and into bliss.
    Fitting himself between her thighs, Koba held his own erect shaft poised at her gleaming pussy and watched her carefully. “I won’t take what you aren’t willing to give, Moira.”
    “You’re mine, Koba, mine and Brock’s, just like we belong to you. This is right.” She felt the truth of it wrap around her heart and burrow into her soul.
    Koba palmed the side of her neck, his other hand gripping Brock’s lean waist, and surged forward, filling her depths with his thick length. Moira moaned in wanton delight, wanting to be nowhere else on earth than right where she was, sandwiched between her hard-bodied mates.
    It took a couple of starts and stops, but eventually the two men found a rhythm, pounding into her body with each forceful snap of their hips. Moira clung to Koba, panting against the side of his neck as she clawed at his back. If he minded, he didn’t show it. If anything, it seemed to spur him on as he drove deeper into her convulsing pussy.
    Brock grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back on her shoulders as he thrust up into her ass and smacked the side of her