Page 26 of Snowed in with the Brutes
But nothing can prepare me for having Kian come inside me.I’m transfixed by the way his eyes darken and his jaw sets as he empties himself within me.
“Cora,” he says, dropping his head to mine before kissing me deeply.
He slips from me, and I know Flinn is next.I don’t wait for the empty feeling to settle in.I wrap my arms around Flinn’s shoulders and let him take the same passage into my body as Kian did.Slowly, my discomfort shifts into something else—something more empowered, more feminine.
“Sweet, sweet Cora,” Flinn says as he drags his cock from me, then uses his head against my clit.My back arches as I feel his slit opening on the bundle of nerves that is my clit.It’s sublime, and just before I can climax, Flinn enters me fully, showering my own orgasm with his cum.
“Cora,” he says, kissing me as he pulls out.
“Hey, beautiful,” Sinclair says as he slowly puts his cock inside me, then slips out again.Every entry of theirs into my body opens a new level of craving.I don’t feel pain anymore, just hunger.
“Do you want me to go slow?”he asks with that sinful smile of his.
I wrap myself around him, anchoring his cock to me with an iron grip.But my power trip doesn’t last long.Sinclair grabs my nipple into his mouth and slips his hand between our bodies.He grips my clit between his fingers, and I’m forced to suck in a huge breath.The instant I do, Sinclair takes charge.
My nipple burns under his teeth, my clit is going to explode under his touch, and my pussy bursts into a raging orgasm as he fucks me with such deliberateness that I lose my mind.
Exhausted, I fall into their arms.Just like the night before, I’m bathed, fed, and put to bed, only to be taken again and again.And then one more time.
But just as sleep beckons, a thought—a warning—tries to break through the edges of my mind.Every time I try to grasp it, I relive their kisses, their touches.But this time it sticks.
Kian.
My mind races to call up his face as he had me pinned against the wall, his fingers inside me.
Kian.
Oh god.My heart stops.
I saw you.
But how could he?I’ve never seen him again after that one time at the Anderson ranch when they were coming out from a meeting.
They were heading back to their car and enthralled by the tall men who moved with the grace of apex predators, I followed them, hiding behind the sugar maple trees lining the property.
Is that when he saw me?Blood pounds in my head.I can’t think straight lying in their arms at some ungodly hour.
What does this mean?If he saw me...does he know?
No.
All he knows is that I’m one of the Anderson daughters.
If he knew more, I would be dead by now.
