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  She cried out, her body arching up to him without her approval and Drago chose that moment to reach under her back and release the last tie of her top and toss it aside. He looked into her eyes and she wondered if hers were as bright a green as his were before he claimed her with a kiss. His mouth soothed hers, urging her with soft nips of his teeth to open for his tongue. When she did he eased inside, his tongue taking a slow exploration of the cavern of her mouth before pressing harder, tasting deeper.

  He felt wonderful to her, his kiss intoxicating. She had to admit, at least to herself, that she had found her thoughts flicking to them more than once since they had met. She was attracted to them and her body reminded her of that with every touch, every kiss. What startled her most was the intensity of her attraction. It was more than physical, more than anything she had ever felt before.

  Ulrik moved from her breasts, placing kisses along her belly while he tugged her skirt down and off, tossing it aside to join her top. Drago was still kissing her, robbing her breath and claiming it for his own. Willow was bombarded by sensation after sensation and couldn’t focus on any one thing. The throbbing of her nipples trailed down to her womb and exploded in white-hot heat that coursed in waves through her body and out to her fingers and toes. They were killing her slowly with such intense pleasure.

  Ulrik had moved down to the dewy curls of her woman’s mound and inhaled the rich musk of her desire. She was wet and ready and he couldn’t resist delving his tongue into her slick folds. She tasted like the sweet ripe pink fruit of a palona, an island favorite. Ulrik loved palona, the salty taste of the skin mixed with the sweetness of the fruit inside and Willow would be just as pleasurable to eat. He wanted to gorge himself on her flavor, drown in it and in her. He gingerly spread the lips of her pussy for a more thorough exploration, thrusting his tongue deep into her for a richer taste of her nectar. By the goddess, she was delicious!

  He moved his mouth up to latch around the delicate bud of her pleasure pearl and sucked it greedily into his mouth, making her buck and pull away from Drago’s drugging kisses. Ulrik pushed two big fingers along her slit and rimmed the hole that offered such tempting pleasure. He repeated this several times before finally spearing inside with a slow sure stroke that drove her mad.

  Drago enjoyed the cries of pleasure and need that tore from Willow’s lips. Smiling softly, he moved down to her breasts and worshipped them with his lips, teeth and tongue. While he sucked harshly at one pink nipple he plucked the other between thumb and finger so that she was in constant stimulation and bliss. Back and forth he went until both nipples glistened from his mouth, the hard points reddened from his suction. Her sharp cries were like an aphrodisiac and neither warrior could wait any longer. One minute they were there and she was screaming at their combined efforts to satisfy her hunger, her clawing need and then they were both gone.

  Willow’s eyes flew open and she tried desperately to slow her breathing and rein in her rampant heartbeat. She looked up and was transfixed by the sight of her two new mates removing their clothes before rejoining her on the bedding. Drago grabbed a slim bottle of something from a pack next to the bed and Ulrik nodded, his eyes a deep dark green that reflected his lust. They would claim her now, she knew that and the truth was that she was anticipating it. The part of her that had always wanted them was in complete control now. No more running from what she wanted. Now she could surrender to her need, her desire, her lust.

  Ulrik knelt between her thighs, spreading them wider apart with the thick muscles of his legs. She was a woman who had lived her entire life around warriors and she had no fear of what was coming, had been a voyeur too many times not to know what would happen. She knew of how a warrior would thrust his shaft inside a woman’s body and spread her legs wider as she caught a glimpse of the mighty sword he wielded between his legs. Some part of her carnal hunger must have shown on her face for Drago leaned over and kissed her again, needing to taste the lust on her tongue.

  Drago’s kiss was deep and drugging, consuming and drawing her in at the same time. He cradled her head with one big palm while he stroked the other up and down his long, thick erection, coating it with some sort of oil. Drago and Ulrik were both proportionate to their six-foot-ten-inch height with large hands and feet and long cocks that were almost as thick as her wrist. Willow was not a petite woman. Her body was lush and ripe and perfectly suited to her own five-foot-eight-inch frame but she wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle all of them comfortably this first time.

  Drago claimed her mouth with another passionate kiss and Ulrik began slowly working his enormous cock in the snug tunnel of her pussy. She was wet from his earlier ministrations with his mouth and he used that moisture to lubricate his cock thoroughly before entering her. He rocked back and forth, working a little bit deeper with every stroke and she cried out into Drago’s mouth until he slowly moved from her lips, allowing them both a much-needed breath of air.

  Drago moved his mouth along the arched column of her neck and down her tensed shoulders to the ripe fruit of her full breasts. He took one turgid point into his mouth and sucked vigorously at it while pinching softly on the other nipple with the fingers of his hand. With the other hand he continued to lubricate his length with the fire oil that would aid in his own penetration of her once Ulrik had her in position.

  Ulrik ran his fingers through the lips of her pussy which was spread so wide to accommodate his large girth. He was only halfway in and it was killing him to maintain his control and not just ram the rest of the way inside her tight, wet heat. Instead he coated his fingers with her rich cream and used them to manipulate the tightened bud of her clit. It seemed to grow with his every caress—longer, tighter, thicker. Her moans filled the air as she unknowingly fought against her body’s desire for release.

  “Let go, Willow,” Ulrik encouraged her as he slid a little farther inside her snug heat, “let your body go. Don’t fight your own pleasure.”

  Drago bit down gently on her nipple and the sensation traveled down to her womb and burst there, filling her body with waves of heat. She cried out as her orgasm flowed through her in waves of pleasure that left her soft and pliable beneath them, relaxed as she had never been before in her life. Ulrik had waited for just this moment and pulled his cock slowly back until just the head speared her. Then with one fierce stroke he seated his hungry cock to the hilt.

  Willow’s cry filled the small confines of the tent and echoed in the glen around them, one of pleasure and need. She wanted more! Drago pulled his lips from her breasts and she surged up to clasp Ulrik’s shoulders with her hands, his hips with her knees. She was full, so full and it felt better than anything she had ever imagined.

  Ulrik wanted to fuck her hard and fast and almost did before Drago cleared his throat, a subtle reminder of what they had planned for this, their first time mating with the woman they loved. Ulrik rolled quickly to his back, keeping his cock lodged within her so that she sat astride him. They both groaned as this new position pushed him

  deeper into her tight heat so that he literally pushed against her cervix. Willow wiggled, trying to get comfortable, and Ulrik groaned and clasped her hips tightly in his hands.

  “Kiss me, Willow,” Ulrik urged. “Bend down and give me your lips. I need your kiss like I need water.”

  Willow smiled at his comparison and leaned down to match her lips to his. He cradled her head softly with one big hand while the other moved to the small of her back, keeping her from moving any more against him. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, encouraging her to open wide for his tongue and when she finally did he devoured her. Both of her hands came up to hold his head in place as she took control of the kiss, sucking his tongue fiercely before pushing hers inside his mouth and exploring every nook and cranny she could find.

  Vaguely she felt the hands on her bottom, her cheeks being spread and the slow glide of slick fingers against the tiny pucker that was there. She wanted to say something, to do something but
she was consumed by Ulrik’s touch, his taste and didn’t have the desire to pull away. This was one way that her warriors would mate with her and she had overheard other women speaking of how incredible it was to be filled with two warriors’ cocks at the same time.

  Drago worked his fingers slowly and easily, carefully working the fire oil into the snug pucker of her anus. She was tight, by the goddess, so deliciously tight that he was dying to work his way inside. He brought the bottle of oil and tilted it over her crease, letting it coat his fingers where he worked them in her flesh. He knew what the oil would do. There was a reason why the warriors called it fire oil. The oil was a natural stimulant that would soak into her flesh and make her burn for a more intense penetration and he had just the tool for the job.

  Willow moaned as her ass began to burn hotter. The fingers strummed across her nerves, stretching and stroking the tight tissues but offering no release from the need that she felt riding her. She needed something, had to have it right now. She pulled

  from Ulrik’s kiss and, arching her back higher so that her ass was exactly where Drago wanted it, she cried out her need.

  “Please,” she moaned with a harsh cry, “make it stop. I need…”

  “I have just what you need, baby,” Drago whispered, his own voice harsh with the need that rode him. He placed the purpled head of his thick cock against the tight pink pucker and pushed firmly until the tissue parted and swallowed his flesh. They all cried out as he worked his way into her snug ass, his cock rubbing against where Ulrik’s still rested in her pussy, only a thin barrier separating them.

  Willow screamed. She couldn’t stop the sound from bubbling up her throat and bursting out. It was too much, too intense and she couldn’t catch her breath. They moved as one, filling her to the point of bursting with their thick cocks pushing her closer and closer with their every stroke toward another orgasm more intense than the one before.

  Drago clasped her hips between his hands, holding her firmly in place as he increased the rhythm of his thrusts until he was pounding into her tight, little ass with hard, violent strokes of his turgid cock. Ulrik matched him, filling the snug, wet heat of her pussy with vicious strokes of his long, thick shaft.

  She shook her head back and forth, muttering broken phrases and words as she felt them grow impossibly longer, incredibly thicker inside her before both cocks pulsed and spurted harsh streams of cum that burned even as it claimed her, throwing her headfirst into an orgasm so intense that it threatened to destroy her. Her body felt battered, bruised with passion as she slammed into one plane of pleasure after another, always going higher, being sucked deeper, until she didn’t know where she ended and they began. It was as if they were truly one person, one being with no beginning and no end. She was drowning in them and it was the most wonderful moment of her life.

  With a contented smile she let the darkness claim her as her mates and now lovers turned them so that they were all on their sides, still connected. Someone pulled a cover up and over them but she was too comfortable to open her eyes and see. She felt their

  hands stroking softly over her flesh, no longer trying to inflame but to soothe, their kisses to her brow and head soft and giving instead of deep and consuming. She wondered vaguely why she had ever fought so hard to get away from them then, with a satisfied sigh, gave in to the exhausted slumber that pulled at her.

  Chapter Two

  Willow stretched slowly awake the next morning, feeling the delicious new aches and pains in her body from a night of intense loving with her warriors. She was a mated woman now, Willow Mederra, bonded mate to Drago and Ulrik Mederra and she found that she liked that very much. She also found that she liked and trusted them very much as well. They had taken the time and effort to seduce her senses, waiting to claim her until she burned as hot as they did and that spoke well of the men who were her mates.

  It startled her how right it felt to be with them both, how secure they made her feel. Her mother was gone, having died while giving birth to her twin brothers. Her fathers had little time for a young girl and that hadn’t changed as she had grown older. They stayed on the coast in this little encampment to guard the shores for their prince. This was where they had brought her mother shortly after they had claimed her and this was the only place that Willow had ever called home.

  She had no friends as very few women stayed here, most men preferring to leave their wives and daughters in the relative safety of one of the island villages. Not her fathers though. Willow would stay with them whether they wanted her around them or not. The bottom line was that she was their daughter, blood of their blood and that was what mattered most to them.

  Now here she was a mated woman given to the Mederra brothers with her fathers’ blessing. She knew that others had asked for her as mate as well and wondered what had made her fathers give the Mederras the right to claim her above the others. Not that she was complaining. Not at all. She was a very happily mated woman this morning. A very satisfied one as well.

  Having grown up on the shore with mostly warriors around her Willow realized that not all women were blessed with good mates. Several of the mated women who actually lived her in the encampment were treated as pani by their mates and were forced to sexually service other warriors. Willow had seen the raw elements of what the warriors referred to as fucking and had witnessed a more tender lovemaking as well. Warriors were virile by nature and didn’t care who saw them with their woman, often just slipping into the trees and mating on the lush grass or against the trees. Willow was grateful that her warriors had taken her into a tent at least before claiming her.

  Ulrik and Drago had urged her to trust them to do what was right for her. They knew that she was a Guardian and didn’t seem surprised by that fact at all. By the goddess, they had even suspected her of it. How had they known? What clue had she given them without realizing it? Why were they so believing and unafraid of her? They had both urged her to listen to the call of the wind and told her that she would enjoy meeting their sister.

  The call was strong in the air this morning. They had been right and that startled her. The wind sang to her, weaving around her, filling her with a desire—nay, a need—to go to this village her warriors spoke of and to leave soon. She felt the urgency in her veins like the beating of the drums of war. It was the call that she had been waiting for and somehow the Mederras’ sister was a huge part of it. She must dress quickly and find her warriors. They needed to leave quickly and travel with speed. Something was coming and she had to be there before it arrived.

  She rose to her hands and knees and crawled about, slowly sifting through the bedding, searching for her skirt and top. She was just reaching for her top when she heard the flap of the tent open behind her. She gave a startled squeak and reached for a covering while she glanced over her shoulder. Drago filled the opening behind her. He was dressed already in the clothes of a warrior, brown pants that molded to the length of his muscular thighs and calves, boots and a belt that held an assortment of weapons.

  “It looks as if I have arrived just in time,” he said as he fastened the opening and settled to his knees behind her. He reached out and pulled the cover from her and helped her back up to her hands and knees before him. “Such a beautiful sight to see so early in the morning,” he murmured, drawing his fingers through the slick moisture of her glistening pussy. “You are as hungry as I am, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with his rising lust.

  “Yes, Drago.” Willow shuddered at the pleasure just the touch of his fingers was bringing her. “Starving, my warrior, starving!”

  His fingers slipped inside, rubbing softly against the smooth sensitive walls of her tight sheath. She heard his breathing grow rougher, louder and the rustle of clothing when he removed his weapons belt and untied the laces on his soft brown warrior pants. She tried to roll over, to lie upon the covers on her back but he stopped her with a slight touch on her hip.

  “No, don’t move, Willow,” he urged, gently removi
ng his fingers and running the swollen head of his thick cock through the wet lips of her pussy. “I want you just like this. I want to mate you just like the animal you turn me into whenever you are near.”

  “Yes,” she cried, wanting whatever he wanted, so lost was she in the need pulsing through her body. “Now, Drago. Just do it now.”

  He placed the bulbous head of his cock at her opening and pushed until it wedged inside her, her tight sheath pulsing around him as it struggled to accommodate his large size. He wanted to be rough, to fuck her just like an animal but she was new to this and he would not frighten or hurt her. Slowly he worked his way deeper inside, stretching and burning her tight tissues until he was buried to the hilt in her sweet flesh. They both groaned low and deep with the pleasure of his possession.

  “More, Drago,” Willow panted, pushing her hips back at him. “Give me more.”

  “I don’t wish to hurt you, baby,” he grunted, using every bit of his control to keep his thrusts slow and easy instead of taking her hard and fast like he wanted. “Last night was your first time with a warrior. You must still be sore and sensitive.”

  “I’m hungry, Drago,” she moaned, throwing her hips back into his strokes harder and harder. She glanced over her shoulder at him and demanded, “Harder! Deeper! Faster! Like the animal, Drago. Fuck me like an animal!”

  He shouldn’t be surprised at her language since she had grown up around mostly warriors all of her life and as such had probably heard things that most young girls were shielded from. He had never heard her talk like this though and it thickened his blood, thickened his cock, called to a darker need that hid inside him. He cradled her hips in his hands and held her in place, quickening his pace and slamming into her, pressing into her womb with every bone-jarring stroke.