“Yes.” She tightened her inner muscles and turned her head sharply so she could see his face. “Fuck me, mate. Fuck me hard.”
“Soon,” Patrick told her, his voice rough and low. “Only your sweet little ass is going to stretch wide for his cock while I am in your pussy.”
Heather shivered violently, the reaction a combination of excitement and uncertainty. “At the same time?” This was new territory. They’d enjoyed her mouth while they filled her pussy or ass, but never her ass and pussy together. “Won’t that trigger the mating bond?”
“It would if we were cats or wolves,” Patrick agreed. “But raptors have more control over our psychic links.”
Gabriel slid his fingers out of her pussy, but continued to hold her down.
Heather lifted her head, but could only see a portion of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest. Why was he still holding her down? “Is my punishment over?”
Reassurance flowed into her mind, sweet and calming. Distinctly Gabriel. The other women were right. There were definite advantages to mind links.
Patrick walked across the room then returned with a small bottle. Flipping open the cap with his thumb, he squeezed a clear gel across his fingers. Lube, she realized. They had used it often while she was adjusting to anal sex. Now she frequently took a cock in her ass with only her own natural juices. Still, she was thankful for the courtesy. Everything was sure to be tighter once they both pushed inside her. The thought sent a tingle of excitement skittering down her spine.
Patrick handed the lube to Gabriel then parted her bottom cheeks. “You have two passionate mates and we both want to fuck you.” Patrick pushed his long middle finger into her back passage. “What does that mean, mate of mine?”
“It means I willingly take you both.”
“Even if it hurts?” he challenged as he worked in another finger.
“Yes.” She shivered. “Even if it hurts.” And a dark, twisted part of her hoped it would.
He leaned down and kissed the small of her back. “We’ll do our best not to hurt you, but your willingness thrills us both.” He removed his fingers and went to wash his hands.
Gabriel pulled her up off the chair and wrapped her in his arms. “How are you doing with all the new emotions?”
“It’s exciting and comforting. I honestly thought the others were exaggerating when they said it made them feel more secure.”
“Are you ready for more?” Patrick asked as he returned. The challenge in his tone was unmistakable.
Heather wasn’t sure if he meant more of their emotions or more physical intensity. It didn’t really matter because the answer to both was yes. “I am,” she said firmly as she placed her hand over his heart. “I’m ready for whatever you have in mind. I trust you, mate of mine.”
He fisted the back of her hair and kissed her with passionate intensity. As his mouth moved over and against hers, his emotions flooded her mind. Consuming desire and protectiveness, even hints of tenderness and true affection. Patrick didn’t just want her body. He cared about her.
Surprised and moved by the discovery, Heather felt tears gather in her eyes. She quickly blinked them back as she poured her heart and soul into the kiss.
Another set of hands stroked over her body, cupping her breasts and brushing back her hair. Gabriel’s emotions were calmer than Patrick’s, like a deep, placid lake. She absorbed the affection with unrestrained relish and opened her mind to her mates.
“More,” Patrick growled against her kiss-swollen lips. “Offer us your pleasure.” He covered her mound with his hand and slipped two of his fingers between her folds.
They surrounded and supported her, commanding her responses with their skill and determination. Heather relaxed in their embrace, surrendering completely as sensations overcame her. Tension gathered beneath Patrick’s stroking fingers. She rocked her hips, holding nothing back.
Gabriel bent to her breasts, sucking deeply on one nipple while he pinched the other. Heather gasped and arched her back. The physical sensations were familiar, but the mind link created a second level of arousal that she’d never experienced before. Their focus was dizzying. Each touch, each lick and suck demonstrated their dominance and affection. The contrasting emotions balanced each other, making Heather feel safe and secure.
“Come on my hand,” Patrick urged, pushing his fingers into her core. He slid in and out, rubbing against her clit with each rotation.
Heather gasped as her orgasm crested. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and her inner muscles fluttered around Patrick’s fingers. She instinctively pushed the pleasure across their psychic link, wanting her mates to understand how well they pleased her.
“My turn,” Gabriel whispered against her neck as his hand insinuated itself between her bottom cheeks. “Will you come for me as sweetly?” He circled her puckered opening with one fingertip.
“Yes, mate,” she whispered back. “My body is yours.”
Gabriel entered her slowly, staking his claim on her tightest hole.
Heather rocked her hips, driving her body farther onto his finger. Patrick continued to stroke her clit and a fresh cycle of arousal quickly built. She widened her stance and moved her hips, submitting without reserve.
“Such a good girl,” Patrick praised as he pinched her nipples.
