Page 49 of Peacemaker

Shane climbed in a few seconds later. He pressed his warmth against me and glided his fingers across my ribs, then covered one of my breasts with his hand, his rough palm sliding across the nipple.

I shivered and turned to face him, closing my eyes as I brushed his lips with mine.

Then my eyes flew open as the bed dipped. Clayton climbed in behind me, snaked his arm around my waist, and pressed his erection against my ass.

“Oh,” I managed.

Shane’s eyes glittered but he didn’t smile. “We’ll get you out of your head, Bloodhunter.”

I had no doubt whatsoever.

I was where I felt safest, most alive. With my hunters.

For a little while, there would be no rifters.

Shane pushed me to my back. I sighed, calm and tense at the same time, my limbs heavy but my body humming with expectation.

Their calloused fingertips whispered across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and my nerve endings woke up screaming with every warm breath, soft kiss, hard touch.

I didn’t close my eyes—I needed to see them. I watched them in the quiet, dim light, hot, then cold, hyperaware of every moment.

They slid down my body, and I buried my fingers in their hair as they each took a painfully stiff nipple into their warm mouths.

Hot, melting desire zinged through me and I arched my back, pressing my palms against their heads, holding them at my breasts. On my right, Shane was rough, his mouth causing pleasure that bordered on a perfect, promising pain, and on my left, Clayton flicked his tongue and sent streaks of pleasure like electricity from my nipple through my entire body.

My brain struggled to make sense of such different and equally pleasurable sensations, both overwhelming, both clamoring for attention. I opened my legs as they slid their hands over my stomach and to the center of my heat.

They took turns probing, massaging, caressing, and then both of them slid their fingers inside me. Shane bit, sucked, and kissed his way down my body as Clayton took my hand to his cock and bent my fingers around his hardness. I squeezed and slid my palm up and down the length of him, savoring his moans and his hoarse whispers, his throaty, rasping voice exciting me as much as any touch.

The sound of Clayton’s arousal would always be one of the best things I ever heard.

He leaned over to take my mouth in a long, deep kiss at the exact moment Shane forced my legs wide and flicked my clit with his tongue.

I groaned into Clayton’s mouth, my body throbbing, my heart racing, full of hot desire and fierce need.

Clayton’s tongue danced with mine, hot and deep, but then Shane took his mouth from between my legs and even as he began to kiss his way back up my body, Clayton pulled away from my mouth and slid his tongue and lips over my chin, my throat, my breasts. Tasting me, teasing me.

Shane bit my nipple and I cried out, taken for a moment by that sharp pleasure pain, then he soothed it with his tongue and gave me an entirely different sensation to dive into. To drown in.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to mine, needing the taste of him. I shuddered as Clayton crawled between my legs, and then I wrenched my lips from Shane’s so I could stare down my body at Clayton.

He knelt between my open thighs, his stare hot enough to burn me, his dick hard and long and beautiful, and mine.

All mine.

I unintentionally murmured the words aloud, and Clayton’s eyes narrowed, heavy-lidded and full of sex, his smile slow and dark.

“We’re yours, baby hunter,” Shane said, his voice thick.

And as Clayton positioned himself at my opening, probing, his stare glued to mine, Shane crawled up to the head of the bed, slipped his hand under my neck, and rubbed his cock across my closed lips.

I opened to take him.

I opened to take them both.

Shane’s fingers tightened on the back of my head and Clayton’s fingers tightened on my thighs, and both men fucked me.

Clayton pounded into me hard, almost brutally, and I screamed around Shane’s thrusting cock as I came. I wanted more. Needed more.