his hips into the grip.
The pleasure began to bow her spine and Bentley lifted her,
shoving her onto her knees. “This is all well and good, but I want a deeper
angle.” The move allowed him to grip her hips, shoving harder into her, and she
didn’t dream of complaining as the motion rubbed him against a spot that shot
pleasure arching across her nerves.
“Sliding down, Bentley, hold her steady for a second.” Then
Jackson’s mouth was on her clit as Bentley worked to move inside her. “Angle
isn’t good. Flip her onto her back.”
Bentley obeyed and she allowed him to pull free of her and lay
her down on her back. “Wait, I want to taste you. I want to taste you while he
pushes inside me. Please?”
Jackson nodded and knelt over her head as Bentley pulled her
hips higher. “We’re your mates, your Hunters, Cara. We’re here for your every
pleasure. You know you don’t have to… Ohhh, that feels so fucking good.”
He shut up quickly when she sucked him deep and she shivered
at the combined feel of one lover pushing inside her as another filled her
mouth. They were hers. For all time, they were hers. Pausing in her motions,
she glanced up the length of his body. “I like to watch you lose control. I
want to be the one to do that to you. Will you both let me please you…then will
you take me, make me scream for you?” Uttering the words aloud seemed so
uncharacteristic, she started to doubt her wisdom, but then Bentley moaned. “Can
we lay you out when this is over? Lay you out and simply touch and taste you
until you can’t bear it?”
“We have a lifetime,” Jackson responded. “A lifetime to
touch, to taste, to try everything either of you can think of and a few I’m
pretty sure I’m the only one who could think of…but I think you’ll both enjoy.
My mates,” he said. Cupping his cock, Jackson raised a brow at her as he
offered it to her mouth. “My mates.” Bentley reached up, bracing his hand on
Jackson’s shoulder as he used the other hand to hold her hips higher so he
could push deeper, faster.
Sucking him deep, she thought the words. My mates.
Hers, for all time, to face whatever the future would hold.
She couldn’t think of a better happily ever after in a
single one of her books.
About Virginia Nelson
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what
you know.” She’s a small-town girl writing small-town romance. Her characters
are as full of flaws, misunderstandings and flat out mistakes as Virginia
herself. When she’s is not writing or plotting to take over the world, she
likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far
too fast and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and
dinged-up armor, heroes who snarl instead of croon and heroines who can’t
remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her
books are full of snark, sex and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that
order.
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Calling Caralisa
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Calling Caralisa Copyright © 2015 Virginia Nelson
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