onto the couch curling up with her blanket.
She wanted to be held. Her body exhausted, eyes closed, she pulled her feet up onto the couch, and laid her head on the armrest. Sleep claimed her, and she forgot to keep the block in place, hiding her presence.
“Get up, Sierra. You’re going home.” Roman’s voice surrounded her.
Her eyes popped open to see Roman staring down at her.
“Your family is going crazy with worry,” Garth snarled.
“My family will be fine. I need this time alone. I’ll be back tomorrow, but I’ve told you this already. Now please leave. I need to rest before I do more work,” she said, curling up further onto the couch.
“You’re bleeding again,” Garth stated, glancing at her back. He gently stroked her cheek with his fingers. She flinched and opened her eyes to meet Garth’s gaze.
“It will dry up eventually. And what do you care? You sure didn’t ask about me earlier. No one asked how I was. So, just go. I’ll be fine,” she said, glaring up at him. Deep feelings for these men had started to take form in her heart, but they’d hurt her already.
“We needed to…”
“Don’t, Garth. You can’t say anything that I haven’t heard before. Just leave.” Sierra swung her legs down and stood to face both men with her hands on her hips.
“You both claim to be my mates…fine, whatever. But I will not put my family and your lives in danger again. I’ll learn how to protect others and myself. I needed someone, anyone, even my father to ask if I was okay…to hug me…something—anything after what Jack did to me. But you cavemen were too busy to even notice me. So I have to depend on myself. I will not depend on another person again!”
She stomped into the kitchen to fix something to eat and swung the fridge open. Large hands spun her around. Roman gazed down at her. His body pushed up against hers, and his hand reached and grabbed a handful of hair, wrapping it around his hand and tugging. Sierra’s head tilted up towards his face.
“If we had touched you we would’ve wanted to claim you there on the spot. Just to wipe his scent from you. I can still smell him on you even after the bath. I want to spread my seed all over you right now. You don’t know how much it’s taking for both of us not to pounce on you, spread your legs, and fuck your tight pussy and ass,” Roman whispered through clenched teeth. His mouth descended on hers, pushing his tongue past her lips.
Sierra groaned into his mouth. His free hand tore her shirt from her body and threw it to the floor.
She tried to move, but he held on to her, his kiss deepening. Garth slipped in behind her. He reached around her and unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her legs. He kneeled, lifting one foot at a time to remove her pants and pushed her legs apart. His fingers trailed up her thighs to her hot center.
Her body heated. Cool air played against her naked form. Her nipples hardened to points, and an ache settled in her core. What the hell were they doing to her? No one ever turned her body into mush like this.
Roman’s fingertips traveled down her neck to her nipple. His fingers brushed against it, and a moan escaped her lips.
“So sensitive to our touch…do you feel what you do to us?” He pushed his thick, hard cock up against her mound. He pinched her nipple again.
From behind, Garth reached through her legs and spread her nether lips. He pushed his head between her thighs and licked her nub.
Roman lifted his mouth from hers and stared into her eyes.
“You’re wet. Your honey scent draws us. Garth’s going to taste you first, and then I’m going to get my turn. Feel his tongue stroking your clit as one finger pushes into your tight pussy. Then he will push two, three and maybe four into your pussy, stretching you with his hand. He might even put one or two fingers into that virgin ass, fucking you the same time he fucks that tasty, sweet pussy. I know I’m going to.”
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