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  Later that same day, Brennan and Seth brought Reilly to the house they were to share together. Reilly could hardly believe it––but it was true. She’d sobbed her love over Brennan as he had lain, badly wounded, on the floor. She’d gasped it to Seth later when he’d returned to her, hurt but healing fast. It no longer seemed strange that she’d agreed to mate two tiger shape-shifters. It was the only path she could take.

  “You look gorgeous, darlin’,” Seth murmured, “but I think it’s time to take off this dress.”

  She’d loved the strapless, ivory, silk gown she’d gotten from the bridal boutique in the Goldclaw hotel and hadn’t considered changing. She’d wanted to stay in it as long as she could, because she wouldn’t have the chance to wear it again. She touched the soft fabric gently. “Perhaps our daughter will wear this one day,” she murmured. “If we have one.”

  Seth stroked his finger down her cheek. “We will. Everything’s possible now.”

  Because tonight they would bond for real. Once she’d realized she could lose the men for good, everything had become clear. She’d forgive him anything so long as he lived. When she’d seen him heading determinedly for that tree, she had almost died then and there. She’d only gotten a brief glance, daring to peep over the sill of the broken window, but that had been enough.

  But Moretti had fucked up the construction of the home-made bomb just like he’d fucked up saving the woman and her kid. He never took care with the details, that was his problem. Or the benefit, as it turned out this time. The bomb hadn’t gone off, but he’d been dead by the time they discovered that. He had enough explosive on him to take out the block, but the detonator wasn’t properly attached. Careless to the last, he’d sabotaged his own plan.

  She’d run out to him, flinging herself at the ferocious tiger as soon as he’d gotten down from the tree. They’d left the limp body of his prey for someone else to deal with. He’d gone down like a kitten, cradling her on his belly as he rolled onto his back. Big cats couldn’t purr, or so she’d read, but he did a good imitation right there. And she’d told him she loved him.

  She couldn’t believe how quickly both men recovered, and as soon as they’d got her back home, they’d asked her to move into the breedmate’s room. She’d said no, at least at first, and they’d come to a compromise.

  They’d use it on their wedding night for the first time, and they’d bond there. She couldn’t turn that down, could she?

  Today they didn’t stop in the downstairs rooms, but led her up the spectacular staircase to the room that would be theirs. The men would give up their bedrooms, keep them as offices and dressing rooms. They had pledged their troth in front of what seemed like the entire population of Goldclaw, but this time was theirs. They wouldn’t share it with anyone but each other.

  “Will you mind if I don’t get pregnant right away?”

  Brennan’s body heated her back. Gently, he moved away slightly, enough to slide down the zipper that held her dress together. She didn’t try to save it as it fell away, slipping in a gentle whoosh to her feet.

  Seth took her hands, and helped her out of the puddle of silk. His heated gaze seared into her, leaving no doubt what they were about to do. “Both at the same time,” he reminded her.

  As if she needed reminding!

  Brennan slid a pin out of her hair, carefully searching for the others and talking to her while he unfastened her carefully arranged hairstyle. “You’re so beautiful, Reilly. I’d marry you in jeans and a sweater.”

  She gave a shaky laugh. “It’s too hot for sweaters.”

  The sun blazed outside, but it was pleasantly cool inside. At least, she imagined it was, because she was burning up.

  “You don’t need gowns and hairpins. You looked so lovely as you came up the aisle to us I couldn’t believe you were mine,” Seth told her as he began undoing the hooks on the corset she’d worn for them. It didn’t seem to attract him like she’d hoped. She’d imagined herself having raunchy sex, wearing nothing but the corset and perhaps her heels.

  Seth smiled. She’d felt the faint brush of his mind against hers as he picked up her thought. “Another time,” he said. “I want that, too. But this is us, just us, doing what we all want to do.”

  Brennan touched his lips to the back of her neck. “It’s too good to rush. Let’s remember this forever.”

  “Forever,” she echoed, as she’d echoed them earlier when she’d made her oaths. She glanced at her hands. She wore a plain gold band on the ring finger of each hand now, and later she’d wear the mating bands with pride. They would be part of her as they formed, unlike the wedding rings that she could take off at any time. The bond rings were not removable, ever. They would stay with her in death.

  She wouldn’t have it any differently.

  Brennan kissed down her spine as Seth unfastened the corset and pulled it away. He made a sound of sympathy when he saw the red lines the garment had caused and bent to kiss them and stroke his tongue down them. They weren’t too bad. They’d disappear in a few minutes. Reilly had insisted on having something that was sexy rather than too restricting.

  She shivered when Brennan reached the front of her panties and Seth reached the base of her spine. She wore delicate silk panties to match the rest of her outfit, but no stockings or hose. Her husbands were both fully dressed, except for their bow ties, which they’d discarded during the reception, and she was nearly naked. Paradoxically, that gave her a sense of power, an odd thrum of being in control when she really wasn’t. She wanted to let rip and go for it, but her men were treating her with the utmost care.

  When she reached for Brennan’s jacket, he growled in warning. “Not yet, princess. Time for you to show us what you’ve got.”

  They’d saved this act for their wedding night, but they’d done every other form of penetration, and she loved it, couldn’t wait for more. When one of the men wasn’t fucking her, the other watched. Both loved watching his breed partner with their breedmate, enjoying the hell out of the thrill it gave her.

  Seth slid her panties down her legs. When he lifted her ankle to get rid of her last garment, he held it on. “No, I like the height it gives to you. Perfect.”

  “It is. You are.” Brennan’s breath scorched her bare pussy.

  He licked her, tasting her as if for the first time, delicately searching for her clit with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, Seth kissed her anus, then licked around it with his tongue. He knew she loved that, the way it added to the sensations driving her body mad with lust.

  Then Brennan sucked her, took her clit into his mouth and drew. Reilly cried out her pleasure, and opened her legs wider when Seth pressed a hand on the inside of her thigh. He licked deeper, as Brennan found her cunt.

  Two men penetrating her with their tongues, two gorgeous, devoted men dressed in sharp black tuxes while she wore nothing but a pair of delicate heeled sandals. Reilly reached out, and touched Brennan’s shoulder, supporting herself while she went wild. They sucked and licked with abandon now. Brennan slurped her juices, making sounds of appreciation. Seth rimmed her with his tongue, dipping inside her widening hole occasionally to the forbidden delights within.

  Of course, she’d prepared herself that morning, praying one of the men would do just that. She was ready for Seth.

  Grasping her hips, he lifted her as if she were nothing more than a sweet treat for him to enjoy. Brennan continued, only lifting his powerful shoulders to accommodate her new height. Reilly held on, her whole body trembling with need.

  Brennan stood up, making Reilly whimper when he left her body. “I’m on the brink!” she protested.

  “And you’ll stay that way until we’re ready.” He stripped off his jacket and let it drop, following it with his shirt in short order. Then he moved to his pants. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then slid his underwear down his strong thighs, undressing as quickly and efficiently as possible. Seth lifted her, tilting her so she lay in his arms.
Gazing deeply into her eyes, he laid her on the bed. “Keep your legs wide open, darlin’. I want something to look at while I get myself ready to fuck you.”

  Willingly, Reilly opened her legs and raised her knees. Two could play at the tantalizing game. She opened her labia with her fingers, and started to stroke herself, teasing Brennan and Seth by plunging two fingers inside her needy cunt.

  “Stop.” From a drawer, Brennan produced a dildo. She’d never seen one that big before––at least, that wide. She’d seen the phalluses taken from the casts of porn star dicks, which were huge, but not like this. It was no longer than an average male penis, shorter than both Brennan and Seth’s, but as wide as two thick cocks. She had nothing like that in her stock. They must have bought it specially for tonight.

  The truth dawned, and Brennan smiled as he saw the understanding in her gaze. “We need you wide open, princess.” He produced some lube and slathered the dildo in the clear gel. Wide-eyed, Reilly watched him. She didn’t flinch when he pushed the tip against her cunt. “Slowly, baby. And if it hurts, you tell me.” His hand shook slightly as he circled it against her and let the very tip slide in.

  The bed dipped as Seth climbed in on the other side. The crisp, white sheets soothed her as she moved against them, but the dildo didn’t. It began to burn as Brennan pushed it in some more. Seth frowned. “You know we can feel that. Stop, Brennan.”

  He’d already stopped. “We don’t have to do this.”

  “Yes, we do,” Reilly said. Desperation filled her when she thought they were about to give up. “Try it again.”

  Even slower, Brennan pushed. It didn’t hurt. It had just taken time for her body to adjust.

  Seth kissed her neck then her shoulder, dotting small, damp kisses over her, licking her nipple and sucking it gently. Her arousal increased, and Brennan slid a bit more inside. “You’re doing so well, princess,” he crooned. “This looks amazing. Imagine what it will look like with both of us inside you. Shall we take a video?”

  “No!” Part of her went against that instinctive reaction, but she didn’t need anything more than the memory to bring the scene back in vivid detail.

  “Shh,” Brennan soothed. He nudged her fingers aside and parted her labia himself, bending to bestow a kiss on her clit. The tingle gave him more access. “It’s not all the way in,” he said, “but it doesn’t have to be. She’s ready.”

  Seth lifted his head away from her breast. “Okay.” He lay flat on his back and opened his arms. “Come lie on me, darlin’. Your back to my front.”

  Reilly understood. With a little help from Brennan, she did as he asked, and soon she was sitting on his hot body, her legs alongside his. His cock reared between her legs, ready for action. He murmured to her. “Put it where you want it, baby.”

  Her fingers shook as she took the hard, meaty cock in her hand and pushed it inside her. She was so wide and wet, the task was easy. When Seth was settled inside her, she gave a sigh of relief. “I’ve needed that for two days now.”

  “Good.” Brennan’s voice had deepened. “Now lie back, but keep him inside you.”

  Seth’s hands grasped her upper arms and helped her to lie back against him. His nipples were so hard they bored into her back. Seth kissed her shoulder as Brennan came to lie between their open legs. He notched his lubed cock to her pussy, just below her clit, and leaned over her, resting his upper weight on his hands. He watched her as he came inside her.

  It felt easy, until Seth pushed as well, until she had two cocks embedded deep inside her. The shock made her heart pound against her rib cage, and a sense of triumph surged within her.

  Brennan groaned. “That feels so fucking good. Are you ready for the fucking of your life?”

  “And the lovemaking,” Seth rumbled from under her.

  Beyond words, Reilly nodded.

  They moved. Reilly hadn’t realized that the phrase “the earth moved” could feel so true before. Everything in her shook and then settled back into place, only a slightly different place. She was married, she had two husbands who were devoted to her, and now they were going to fuck her until she begged for mercy. Not that that would happen for a long time yet.

  At least, she’d thought so. The men moved in unison, as if they formed a cock as big and twice as long as the dildo that had prepared her. They worked together, their every motion devoted to their wife. Their eyes, their hearts, and their minds told her so. “I love you!” she cried as her body quaked into her first orgasm. The peak had come so fast, she wasn’t aware of it building. The men built on that, fucked her until her mind was completely blown.

  Reilly cried out. Seth held her firmly, his arm banded below her breasts, which shook every time they powered inside her. She didn’t try to quell her cries of pleasure and delight as they fucked her relentlessly, her pussy quivering around their combined cocks with each increasing orgasm. Her own juices added to the lube Brennan had used copiously as he’d prepared her, pouring over them in a libation of pleasure.

  Her body became one huge organ of delight. Finally, Brennan cried her name and clenched his teeth. His mouth came down on hers, delivering a deep, tongue-plunging kiss as he came every bit as wildly as she had.

  Then it was Seth’s turn. His sharp teeth scored her shoulder as he groaned deep in his throat and spurted his hot cum deep inside her, adding to the quantity Brennan had given her a few seconds before. Brennan was still kissing her when Seth delivered his last thrust, and then fell back against the pillows, groaning her name. “I love you so much, Reilly. I can’t tell you how happy I am that you are ours. I don’t deserve you, darlin’.”

  Brennan pulled away from her mouth. “I love you, too. Forever.”

  “Forever,” she echoed dreamily.

  Seth rolled her over, somehow managing to stay inside her. “I’m not coming out,” he said dreamily. “Not ever. I’m going to fuck you until I take my last breath.”

  “I love you both so much,” she murmured as she drifted off to sleep. “Forever.”

  THE END

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