Lacey's Warriors (Bondmates #6) - Ann Mayburn Page 0,45

he flipped Lacey over onto her belly.

Slapping her bottom, he said, “Up on all fours.”

She did as he demanded, her gaze hot as she glanced back at him. “You really do love my ass, don’t you? I can feel how much you want me. It is intoxicating. Your desire is like a drug and a craving all at once.”

Chel lay on his side next to Lacey, stroking her back and breasts as Gwarnon caressed her bottom. When he began to run his fingers over the puckered rear entrance, she tensed up. A little scrape of fear moved through their bond, and he made a soothing sound.

“Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you. We will never hurt you,” Gwarnon crooned as he massaged her buttocks.

Lacey lay her head down on the pillows, her bottom still in the air as she said, “Um, hate to break this to you, but anal sex is usually painful.”

“Not the way we do it,” Chel said with a smug grin before he pulled Lacey over his body so he was on his back, and she was straddling his stomach.

Chel gripped Lacey’s blonde curls and drew her down into a kiss that propped her bottom high in the air, open and waiting for Gwarnon’s touch.

Dipping down low, he let his fingers play in the wetness from her pussy, pausing to let Chel’s fingers begin to stroke her clit. As his blood brother worked her pleasure button, Gwarnon squirted a healthy amount of lubricant onto his fingers before pressing two of them at her back entrance. The tight ring of muscles resisted him, but Chel did something that had her gasping and arching back, opening her to him.

Gwarnon took instant advantage, pressing his fingers past the ring of muscle, coating her inside with the special lubricant.

“Oh, oh fuck,” Lacey said with wonder in her voice. “That feels good.”

Chuckling at her surprise, Gwarnon removed his fingers and began to run the head of his rutting erection over her entrance, lubricating himself and teasing her.

“Make her climax,” he told Chel who broke his kiss with Lacey long enough to give Gwarnon a wink.

Just looking at the tip of his cock pressing against her tight little hole had him leaking precum. His balls drew up tight, and he had to fight with all his strength to hold back as Lacey began to wiggle against him. She was making little needy moans, her sinuous moves a delight to the male eye.

“I will give you the orgasm you want,” Chel murmured to their bride, “but only when Gwarnon’s thick shaft is stretching your sweet little bottom, my alyah. Push back, take him, and you will have your reward.”

Gwarnon could only pray he lasted long enough to please his bride as he held his shaft with one hand, her hip with the other, and Lacey slowly pressed back. She hesitated as the crest of his shaft stretched her, then moaned low in her throat as the telltale tremble began to go through her thighs. Taking over, Gwarnon slid in slowly, pausing only when she began to climax. His erection throbbed as he slid in deeper, her body stretching around him, flexing and clenching in a way that had him groaning in pleasure.

Chel sent him a mental message, and they both helped lift Lacey so Chel could be inside of her as well. Gwarnon shut both of them out of his mind, all of his attention devoted to the unbelievably good feeling of his bride taking both of them at once. Chel’s cock rubbed along his own, the thin skin doing nothing to dull the sensation. Reaching out, Gwarnon began to stroke his way up Lacey’s ribcage, leaning forward so he could toy with her ridged nipple.

Giving an experimental wiggle, Lacey groaned deep in her throat. “That’s good…that’s so good. More.”

They obliged their alyah, moving in tandem as they stroked in and out of her body, the musk of their combined scents filling the air.

Their pace began to pick up, Lacey stiffening as orgasm after orgasm rocketed through her. Opening the bond a little, Gwarnon reveled in the pleasure they were giving her, and savage male pride had him gritting his teeth and thrusting harder, determined to take her over the edge one more time. He could feel how much Chel needed to climax, how he was fighting it like Gwarnon, not wanting their pleasure to end.

Lacey was incoherent at this point, her hands gripped into fists in the bedding next to Chel’s head, her eyes