Sex Me Down (42 page)

Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose Leigh

gown appeared to shimmer beneath
Savar’s
Triad Moons. The fabric grew brighter. The soft yellow of the gauzy silken material seemed nearly transparent beneath the moons mystical glow. Her nipples tightened, puckering into hard peaks, begging for the touch of her mates, the feel of their tongues caressing her needy flesh. Her pussy grew wet with need. Lust and love boiled through her body, sending it aflame. Though she’d been warned the mating heat would hit her suddenly, she had not been prepared for the intensity of her need.

As the witnesses continued to chant, she found herself swaying, her thoughts disconnected. Laynee began to feel strange, light headed, almost as though she was outside her body looking down. Rather than allowing her fears to overrule her, a strange sense of calm and expectation washed over her. The tips of her breasts began to tingle. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs. Her woman’s cream coated her thighs and instead of embarrassment, pride filled her. This cream was for her mates, proof of her desire for them. Still she stood holding the hand of each mate surrounded by their warmth. Feeling their desire envelop her as she waited for them to take her home and love her.

As though he knew she was on the edge of climax just holding her hands, Sayre moved 78

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behind her. His hands moved to her shoulders, caressing her glowing skin. His mouth trailed damp kisses along her forehead to her temple, drifted down her cheek, until he reached the curve of her neck. Fane stepped forward and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples between strong fingers. She gasped, unable to stand quietly a moment longer.

With gentle urgency, he reached up, pulled down the thin scrap of material keeping the gauzy confection on her trembling body. The sinful dress fell to the ground in a pool of silken fabric, though she could care less. All she wanted was to become one with her mates, no other concerns mattered right now. No other thoughts or worries would intrude.

Before she could even think about the others that watched, Sayre turned her in his arms so that she faced him. His lips covered hers in desperate urgency and she was powerless to withhold her affection, opening to him. She curled her tongue around his, dueled with him. She needed this, needed to become one with him. Fane’s hand caressed her from behind and she groaned. She need to feel him pressed against her, feel him sinking his cock into her ass as Sayre fucked her needy pussy. Her skin burned. Her heart raced. Her empty pussy ached.