Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📗

could have him inside her. She"d dreamed of this, fantasized and wondered about it when she was just fifteen years old, and so many times since.

Not that being with Patrick was ever anything short of spectacular.

Destiny was very aware of the ache as it bloomed in her chest. It was sweet and scary as all hell. She"d felt shades of it before, only ever for Patrick, and never like this.

This was about both of them and it was bigger. Too damn big. It freaked her out how good it felt when she forgot to be scared witless. She couldn"t forget for long.

She tried to end the kiss, to give herself space to think clearly, but Brandon"s hands came up to pull her hair back and hold her to him, teasing her with his magical mouth until her thoroughly sated body began to stir once more.

Sinking back into the pleasure to be had at his lips, she groaned when he rocked his hips against her, his cock rubbing her ultrasensitive inner walls. Arousal spiraled, lifting her up again.

God, they really were going to kill her.

Gasping, she lifted her head and looked down into Brandon"s gorgeous face. His lips were swollen, his cheeks red from the burn of Patrick"s stubble. His electric green eyes glowed. The ache in her chest intensified.

“You"ve never been more beautiful,” she said, honestly. She smiled a little when he blinked in surprise. He"d never had a real understanding of his appeal. But then again, she wasn"t just talking about his face.

Patrick planted his hands on the bed on either side of Brandon"s shoulders and pressed his chest and belly along her back, holding his weight off her as he loomed over both of them. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

“She"s right.” His deep voice sent chills across her skin. Brandon shivered beneath her.

Turning her head to the side, she pressed her lips to Patrick"s. The kiss quickly turned carnal, his tongue and hips thrusting, his body enveloping her, reminding her that she had two big, lovely, unsatisfied men in the bed with her.

Her heart rate kicked up a notch. Her body clamored for their warmth, their cocks pressed in and against her. Her body started to climb once more. Brandon"s hips rocked in response to the flood of arousal, his hands pressing her down onto him. Patrick captured her tongue in his mouth, sucking on it before chasing it back through her lips.

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Each parry of their mouths was mimicked by a twitch of his hips, the velvet head of his cock tickling the base of her spine.

Brandon lifted himself up onto his elbows and she watched his face closely for any sign that his shoulder was hurting. Then he was there, kissing them both, and she lost the ability to think about anything but the next wave of sensations bombarding her over-taxed nervous system. She pulled back and watched Brandon and Patrick kiss, their tongues moving back and forth, as if fighting for control. For dominance. It was overwhlemingly erotic. They were both so powerful, so confident in life and in bed, it would be interesting to see how they compromised. In the meantime, she was happy to be the one to submit to both of them.

So very happy.

The men stopped kissing and Brandon collapsed back onto the bed, his breath rasping as he panted. Patrick turned his bright blue eyes on her. His stark need amazed her. She"d been with him long enough to know when he was in a bad way. He was holding on to his control so tightly and had been for so long that he was desperate from it. His hips moved back from hers, the head of his cock bumping against the tight entrance to her ass.

He didn"t have to ask out loud. She could see the question right there in his eyes.

Both of them in her at once. The idea alone nearly sent her over the edge.

“I want it,” she said, her voice breathy.

Patrick sucked a deep breath into his chest. “Are you sure? It"s been a while, Kitten.”

He was always so damned worried about his size. About hurting her. And by god, he was huge, but her body had never been more ready. She pulled him to her. Kissed him again. “Please, Patrick. Please.”

He lifted himself away from her and the cold air sent a chill down her spine. She tried not to focus on Patrick retrieving the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table, distracting herself instead with nibbling on Brandon"s lips, running her mouth along his jaw, kissing each of his soft blond eyebrows. It wasn"t that the lube scared her, it was that the idea of Patrick stretching into her ass made her feel so hot she got lightheaded.

Her breath hitched when Patrick"s well-lubed fingers tickled across her skin, teasing and tickling, bumping over the tight entrance to her ass before pressing home. Another chill ran down her spine. The first finger slipped into her easily, her body offering no resistance to what it wanted so badly. She hadn"t had anal sex since she"d last been with Patrick, more than two years ago. She was glad she"d waited, but now she wanted him to hurry up.

Brandon was still breathing hard beneath her, his arms around her ribs holding her to him so that her ass was tilted up, presented to Patrick and his wicked ministrations.

Patrick drove a second finger in, plunging deep, and her pussy spasmed, the muscles tightening around Brandon"s cock. Brandon"s eyes went wide. She considered teasing 96

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him about the stunned look on his face, but then Patrick started scissoring his fingers, thrusting and stretching her at the same time.

It was her turn to be wide-eyed. Gasping, she scolded herself to relax.

No sooner had she taken her own good advice that the third finger slid into her.

The pleasure spun out and she swore every hair on her body stood on end. Her moan was long and loud, forced