Stanley, Gale - Spitfire [Southwest Shifter 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

“Feels so good…” She ground her aching nub into his fingers. “More, fuck me, Cade.”

Cade started moving in long, determined strokes, pounding her into Brady, who growled and met Cade’s lunges as best he could. The wild, erotic scent of their sex tickled her nose and turned her insides to molten heat.

Guttural sounds came from her throat as her lovers stepped up the pace. Cade rode her hard, driving her to the edge. Her mind emptied of everything except the two men filling her and the delicious friction their long, thick shafts stirred inside her. Tension coiled at the base of her spine and she was swept up in a fusion of ecstasy and emotion. Her release came suddenly without warning, and her howls seemed to set off the men. She felt their orgasms as intensely as she felt her own. Cade collapsed over her back, pressing her against Brady’s chest, and the sound of their ragged breaths filled the room.

A few minutes passed, and Cade rolled to the side, bringing her with him. She lay tightly spooned between them and Brady pulled the sheet over their sweat-soaked bodies. The urgency gone, it was heaven to feel sated and relaxed, and she closed her eyes in drowsy pleasure. “Mine,” Cade and Brady whispered in unison and Ayala echoed the sentiment, loving this new feeling of connection and belonging.

* * * *

Cade stowed their bags in the overhead compartment, and they buckled up. Only three of them were returning to New Hope. The Alpha had delivered Ayala’s clothes to the hotel and informed them that he was staying in Philadelphia for an indefinite period. He wanted Roy’s private lab shut down and he intended to oversee the project himself. Brady and Cade had argued for a more physical punishment but the Alpha disagreed. Roy’s research was so much a part of who he was that losing it would be tantamount to torture.

Ayala agreed. She knew Roy would be devastated. She just hoped that the Alpha would be able to help Roy put his education and skill to better use.

Totally relaxed, she settled back in her seat. There was no fear on this flight. Even a plane ride felt safer when she was flanked by her men. Brady had the window seat, Cade sat to her right, and they each held a hand as if afraid she’d disappear if they let go. Fat chance. She was going home. Home–what a beautiful word. There was no place like it and she couldn’t wait to get back and start her new life as the strong, independent woman she was meant to be, and maybe, if she was really lucky, a mother.

THE END

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