Chapter Three
Matt was gone when Anna woke up in the morning. She scrambled up, squinting her eyes from the bright sun. The dojo was empty. She found Matt had already cleaned up the sake’s tray, but he had left her a neatly folded pile of freshly laundered clothes—the clothes that she’d worn yesterday in the interview.
When did he do the laundry? Matt didn’t strike her as a man who would do domestic chores. Maybe it was his housekeeper. A man who lived in a big mansion like this must have one.
She tidied up the bedroll and took her clothes to the bathroom. She assumed Matt would want her to take a shower before changing into the fresh clothes.
After her shower, she looked for him and found him in the kitchen, making breakfast. The fresh aroma of coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling in the frying pan filled the air. She was impressed with what she saw. He looked deft juggling different tasks at once.
“Let me do it.” She tried to grab the spatula from Matt’s hand.
He raised his hand out of her reach. “Morning to you, too. Now take a seat and I’ll get you some coffee.”
She scanned around—no housekeeper in sight. Was he the one who did all the housework? “Don’t you think I’m the one who should make you breakfast?”
“Why?”
“Isn’t that what you and your brothers hired me for?”
Matt chortled. He planted a quick kiss on her lips and motioned her to sit by the counter. “I love making breakfast for my bedmate. How do you take your coffee? Black or with cream?”
Anna didn’t understand. When she’d signed up as the Martels’ personal plaything, she thought she would spend her days and nights as a slave to these men. Taking care of them in and out of bed, accommodating their every whim even if it was degrading and humiliating. She hadn’t expected she’d be treated equally, or in this case, rather spoilt. Anna wondered if she had read too many S/M novels.
“Anna? Black or with cream?”
She startled. “Sorry. With cream, please.” Anna took a seat on one of the kitchen’s stools.
Matt served her the coffee. The breakfast followed. Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns piled up on a big plate. Matt looked as if he was trying to feed an army.
“Dig in. We have a tight schedule this morning.” Matt fished in his pocket before handing her a cell phone. “I’ve programmed our daily schedules, important contacts, notes, everything you should know in there. We’re going to get you clothes first, then go to the office. Justin wanted me to familiarize you with our internal SAS program.”
Busy morning, indeed. Anna shoveled in the eggs and chewed quietly.
“What’s wrong?”
She grimaced. “Is it possible if we stop at a pharmacy first? I need to get something.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I…”
Matt leaned forward. “Are you sick?”
“No, no. It’s just that I… God, this is embarrassing.”
He waited with concern in his face.
“I wasn’t sexually active so I’m not on birth control. And last night, we didn’t use any…” Her words evaporated when she realised how stupid she had been. Twenty-six years old and she was still retarded in the safe-sex department.
“Don’t worry. You won’t get pregnant by sleeping with me or my brothers. Least, not before the Claiming.”
“The what?”
Matt sipped his coffee and put the mug in the sink. “Eat your breakfast. I need to make a phone call to the boutique.”
“Mr. Martel!”
“Eat your breakfast, Anna.”
Matt left her baffled. The Claiming? What did that even mean? Were he and his brothers scheming something she didn’t know about?
Anna ate her breakfast in silence, thinking about what Matt had let slip out. It bugged the hell out of her that the triplets had some tricks up their sleeves. Whatever it was, they were up to no good. She finished her breakfast and cleaned up Matt’s cooking mess. She was washing the dishes in the sink when he came back.
“Are you ready? You have an appointment with Ströger in forty minutes.”
“Ströger?” The name was familiar, like the salon brand shampoo she had always wanted to try but was too wary of the price.
“Edmund Ströger. He’ll take you in personally.”
“You mean, Edmund Ströger the famous stylist?”
“Who else? We have to do something about your hair. Black isn’t a new blonde, Anna, and you’ll look much lovelier with your natural hair color.”
Damn designer.
Fifteen minutes later, they zoomed towards Manhattan to Ströger’s famous spa. The stylist himself welcomed them as soon as they walked through the doorway.
“So this is the special girl you told me about?” Edmund Ströger eyed her from head to toe.
Special girl? What the heck is he talking about? Anna turned to Matt for an answer.
Matt gestured uncaringly. “I trust you’ll work your magic, Ed.” He sat on a sofa, opened his laptop, and immediately busied himself with it.
Ströger herded her to a VIP room and told her to sit. Two of his assistants stripped her of her clothes.
Ströger didn’t only change her hair back to blonde, but he also ordered the assistants to wax her entire body, give her a manicure and pedicure, pluck her eyebrows and trim her hair in a new chic style. After they finished, another Ströger beautician came and put makeup on Anna. She didn’t recognize herself anymore when Ströger came to inspect his assistants’ work.
He called Matt in and announced he was done working his magic. “What do you think, Mr. Martel?”
“You’ve definitely outdone yourself.”
Ströger preened.
Matt asked for privacy. Ströger and his crew left them alone.
Anna felt awkward with the way Matt was staring at her. She caught her reflection in the mirror. Her wavy, platinum blonde, shoulder-length hair had never looked so good. Usually, she wore it in a tight ponytail, since every day was a bad hair day for her. Somehow, Ströger had transformed her hair to something worthy of a Hollywood starlet.
“I don’t understand. All this trouble just to groom your new personal assistant?”
“You’re our special girl. Naturally, we have to take good care of you.” Matt ran his hand across her newly cut hair. “By the way, I love your hair. Black doesn’t suit you.”
A surge of guilt tore through her when she thought of the reason she came to the Martels in the first place. She was a thief in the making. She didn’t deserve all this pampering. Or his adoring attention.
Matt lowered his head and kissed her.
Anna wanted to faint. The kiss was scorching hot, she worried her heels were starting to melt. Matt kissed like he really meant it, making her knees wobbly and her pulse race.
“I’ve got you some new clothes.” Matt pointed to a new suitcase he had wheeled in when Ströger finished with her. “The rest I’ve ordered to be sent to my home.”
His home. “Does this mean I’m going to live with you?”
“Technically. I’m to stay home most of the time to monitor our base operation. But Justin is always traveling and so is Ralph. Keep spare clothes in your suitcase handy. You’ll be accompanying them whenever they need you.”
“I-I understand.”
Matt yanked open her spa robe. His eyes raked over her nakedness underneath, blazing. He touched her with his fingertips, caressing the swell of her breasts, belly, and her smooth pubis. “I think you’ll look beautiful in red today.”
* * * *
They went to the office after a light lunch at Four Seasons. Justin wanted Matt to give Anna access to their personal mainframe. His brother was curious to see what she would do. Beautycor was one of the few who had been nosing around about their trade secret, especially after they launched their perfume line Surrender two months ago.
Surrender flew off the shelves like hotcakes. On the seventh days after Surrender was launched, people were actually camped outside the stores just to buy a bottle of the perfume. Justin cut the production, raised the price, and put customers on a waiting list, and still people craved for more. Surrender became the highest grossing product that ever hit the retail market.
Naturally, their competitors were itching to know what made Surrender so successful. Justin speculated that Anna was sent by Beautycor to dig out the secret behind it. Unfortunately, their trade secret was something special that could never be emulated through humans’ science.
Justin had come up with the idea of imbuing Surrender with nymph magic to draw out their potential mate. If their special woman dabbed Surrender on her body, the three of them would know instantly where to find her. However, they miscalculated the side effect of the nymph magic to those who weren’t their predestined mate.
Any woman who wore it became temporarily sexually irresistible. Even though the effect of nymph magic lasted no more than fifteen minutes, women kept buying Surrender for various reasons. Most of those women wanted to keep their husbands or boyfriends from cheating on them, but when Justin learned a few women were using Surrender for devious purposes, he and his brothers knew they had to stop its production before something sinister happened. Justin had been discussing discontinuing Surrender with Marian Bancroft when he suddenly caught Anna’s scent.
Fate certainly worked in mysterious ways.
As of today, Justin had ordered a stop on Surrender’s production. They had found their mate and now they could focus their attention on making her accept her destiny. To be honest, Matt couldn’t wait to go home to Azura and claim Anna for good. He grew weary of the surface world. He missed their undersea palace and his warrior training. Seven years without proper sparring fights with his men made him dull.
Madge, his middle-aged receptionist, gave him a stern nod as they entered his office. Justin didn’t employ unattached, young female employees that were susceptible to their nymph’s nature. They’d done that in the past and the result was quite distracting. Nothing spelt disaster like having a dozen doting female employees with schoolgirl crushes on them.
Anna sat in a chair, quiet as a mouse as he walked to his desk. He was having a hard time taking his eyes off her. He had a thing for a woman in red. Red lipstick. Red suit. Red stilettos. And she wore red well. The vivid color complimented her pale, creamy skin beautifully. Anna Vincent was one breathtaking sight.
“Come here.” Matt went to his desk and turned on his computer. She gave him a funny look when he motioned her to sit on his lap.
“I’ll get a chair.”
“Anna.”
She settled in his lap half-heartedly. “Am I heavy?”
“Hardly.” He curled one arm around her waist and drew her against his chest.
In Azura, a proper place for woman was in her beloved’s lap. Women were scarce and prized in the Netherworld. A millennia of wars among the clans had taken its toll on the population. The winning clan often plundered women of the conquered ones, making those who were unspoiled cling hard to their beloveds.
Matt nuzzled behind her ear and filled his lungs with her intoxicating scent. His cock hardened in his pants in an instant. His blood boiled. Having their mate at hand, yet unable to claim her properly was driving him insane. “Justin wanted me to train you in our SAS program.”
“SAS?”
“Shit and Stuff. Justin programmed the software himself.”
Anna turned to him. “You’re kidding.”
“Justin is gifted with numbers. Basically, SAS is a compilation of accounting, marketing, budgeting, supply and demands, loss and prevention, the works. It’s all in one package, making it easy for us to monitor our business. My job is to gather data from all the different departments and enter them in SAS. But since we’ve hired you, I want you to handle this job from now on.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Only the three of us have access to SAS. Me, Justin, and Ralph.” Matt pinched her cheek. “So. Don’t tell anybody.”
She flustered. “I won’t, sir.” Anna sounded full of dread when she uttered her promise.
“I’m going to create an access login for you.” Matt hammered his fingers on the keyboard, typing a command to give Anna access to his brother’s program. Learning humans’ technology came naturally to him. Matt had been fascinated with humans’ creativity to make life easy without magic. Nevertheless, he preferred wielding his swords battling the enemy’s combatants than sitting in front of the computer all day. But it wouldn’t be long. Once Anna accepted them, they could wrap up their business on the surface world and return to Azura for good.
The pop-up window emerged, announcing new access was granted to Anna. Matt dove straight to the accounting section. “This is a summary of our recent sales figures. I want you to familiarize yourself with it, along with every outlet these sales were generated from.”
Her eyes widened. “Business is booming.”
“Indeed. Thanks to our best-selling Surrender.” Matt waited for her to comment or ask something about Surrender, but Anna clammed shut. Her eyes turned sombre. God, she was a bad spy. “Here.” Matt leaned back, giving the mouse to her. “I want you to check the sales figures for the past twelve months to see if you can recognize a pattern.”
“Yes, sir.”
While Anna busied herself with the numbers, his attention shifted back to her. The red suit he’d chosen for her to wear today wrapped her body like a second skin. The pea jacket looked so cute on her, and the mini skirt snugly framed her curvaceous hips. Matt couldn’t resist fondling her. She twitched when he groped her thigh and the curve of her ass.
“Problem?”
Her cheeks turned magenta. “N-no, sir.”
Matt loved teasing her. He slipped a hand under her skirt to the juncture of her thighs and stroked her pussy. The black lace panties she wore felt soft to the touch. Ralph had designed them for their current spring collection. Of the three of them, Ralph was the one who designed all of their lines.
When they’d started this business, they had no clue what they were doing. Matt was teaching karate in a local dojo and he had always thought that being a clothing designer was a sissy job. Since Justin had insisted this business was the way to go to attract their potential mate, Matt gave it a chance.
Luckily, Ralph had always been good at drawing, and the seamstress team he hired was able to transform his doodles into beautiful garments. Over the months, Matt was forced to learn about their trade—from the types of fabrics and types of clothes, to current fashion trends. Still, he thought this job was sissy and he couldn’t wait to give it up and trade it back for wielding swords back in Azura. He felt he had got rusty.
Anna stiffened on Matt’s lap when he pushed aside the panties and touched her smooth pubis. She’d had a full body wax earlier and her sex felt like silk.
All of a sudden, he couldn’t contain himself. He had to have her. Now. “Bend over.”
“Sir?”
“Present yourself to me.”
Anna rose from his lap and did what he ordered.
Matt pushed his chair back while she braced herself at the edge of the desk, leaning over the keyboard. Her ass bent up in his direction.
“Continue what you’re doing. I’m just helping myself.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Anna tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of her, but the numbers started to dance when Matt slid her skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties down. With one hand pressed against the small of her back, he forced her to tilt her ass higher, fully presented to him, ready for the taking. She gripped the edge of Matt’s desk as her heart started to race.
“God, you’re wet.” She heard Matt mutter somewhere near her exposed sex. His hot breath caressed her vulva, causing pure heat to tear through her. “Did you find the log for the May sales’ figures?”
“I’m only at April transac” Her voice evaporated in her throat.
Matt licked her pussy lips and plunged his tongue into her opening. She trembled as he crushed his mouth on her sex, his tongue darting between her folds and her entrance, nipping and sucking as if she were a succulent exotic fruit.
Anna snapped her eyes shut, her body tensing. She knew how treacherous Matt was with his oral skills, yet she was still shocked with the intensity of pleasure he was giving her. Rainbows of pure ecstasy exploded before her eyes as he twirled his tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt, tongue-fucking her as sharp and vicious as he had fucked her with his cock last night.
Matt smacked his tongue and grunted. “Did you find it yet?”
Anna gulped. “N-no, sir, I’m getting at it.” She quickly scrolled the curser lower, looking at the entry he mentioned.
“Well, forget it. Turn over.”
She pulled herself up and turned in his direction. She saw his cock had made a glorious tent in the front of his thousand-dollar slacks.
Matt unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. “I want to fuck you.” He freed his cock. “Ride me.”
Her pussy clenched in agreement before she could respond to his order. Anna was surprised to see her own body reaction. It rebelled against her common sense. As if her neglected carnal needs had finally caught up with her. She slipped off her stilettos, pulled her panties all the way down and kicked them off her feet. Slowly, she swung one leg over Matt’s hips and straddled him. He seized her waist and guided her as she sank onto his waiting cock.
“Oh.” Anna was wide-eyed. The tip of his cock kissed her cunt and speared her open, stretching her wide and deep until he sheathed his whole erection into her tight pussy. Taking him from this angle felt so different. Mind-shatteringly good. His cock pulsed. Her pussy clasped his hard shaft.
Matt drew a hard inhalation through his pearly-white teeth. “How do you like having my cock inside you?”
Anna muttered a string of gibberish.
He grinned from her reaction. “Like it?”
She nodded like a loon.
Matt ground his pubic against hers, causing his dark thatch to smash against her clit.
Anna yelped. A sharp, white pleasure burst out from the impact.
“So have you fallen for me, yet?”
What was he saying? Anna tried to digest his words. But any coherent thoughts she had were lost when Matt started thrusting, fucking her in short, shallow plunges. Her mind was swept blank, the only thing she could think of was the unadulterated pleasure she felt.
“I love the way your tits bounce when I fuck you like this.” Matt’s gaze raked over her chest, hungry as ever. “Love your pussy too. So tight and wet and delicious, a pussy made to be fucked.” He slammed in hard.
Anna felt like she had been punched from the inside. The cock inside her shuddered.
“Let’s take this bra off. I want to suck you while I fuck you.” He unbuttoned her shirt and yanked down her bra.
Her breasts spilled out. Her nipples stabbed high and ached. She whimpered when he mauled one of her breasts and sucked her as hard as he could muster. Anna’s spine arched, head tilted backwards, surrendering to the ultimate pleasure. Matt slammed her with jack hammering thrusts while he moved from breast to breast, sucking, nipping her as if he couldn’t get enough of what she had to offer.
Anna clawed the headrest of his chair, feeling semi-delirious. If she was being treated as their plaything, why did she like it so much? What was wrong with her? She should loathe it. Despise it. But when she thought about it, they had given her nothing but pleasure since yesterday. Raphael with his kiss. Matt with his odd way of getting acquainted with her body.
Anna squirmed. The ecstasy. Fuck. Matt trapped her nipple between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. The impact devastated her. She couldn’t stand being sucked that way. Her pussy creamed. The pleasure gathered. Climbing higher.
“Having fun?”
Matt stopped and released her nipple. “Why, yes. Want to join us?”
Join us? Anna whipped her head around and saw Justin standing by Matt’s desk, flinging a sheaf of hard copies carelessly.
“How is she?” Justin palmed her face and brushed a thumb over her lips.
“As fantastic as you imagined she’d be.”
Justin purred, his gaze drifting to their flesh. “Did you fuck her ass?”
“Not yet.”
“Hmm. I want to try her pussy.”
“I’m not finished.”
“Don’t be greedy. We can share. She’s mine, too, after all.”
Anna felt dizzy realizing where this conversation was heading. Matt steadied her upright. “Turn around and present yourself to my brother.”
“I—”
“Be a good girl,” he warned her in a dangerous tone.
Anna slid off of him and did what Matt ordered. She felt shaky and unfulfilled. She’d been close to her climax when his brother had interrupted.
Justin seized her face and ambushed her with a mind-muddying kiss. When he finally let her go, she staggered, about to collapse. Matt grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his lap. He lifted her leg up and splayed her open for Justin to see.
“Ah. You shaved her.” Justin petted her pussy. “I love it. So smooth.”
“I took her to Ströger and they gave her a full body wax.” Matt slid his other hand under her other thigh, lifted her slightly and positioned the crown of his cock into her opening.
Anna shouted. He was trying to penetrate her asshole. The rings of her anus clenched, refusing his entry.
Matt cursed. “We need some lube.”
“Check my desk. I might have some in my top drawer.” Justin helped her down from Matt’s lap and led her to the sofa.
She trotted deliriously, feeling like what had happened to her in the past ten minutes was unreal. Anna knew she was their plaything, but pleasing them at the same time was something she hadn’t thought about before. The idea was so wickedly wanton. She waited to see if she was going to be repulsed by it. Strangely, she felt excited. What the hell was wrong with her?
Justin took off her jacket. “Red is definitely your color, Anna.” His gaze raked over her hungrily. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and sank onto the sofa. “Come.”
Anna took his hand and straddled him.
He shoved down his briefs and freed his cock. His erection stood proudly on his dark thatch. He grabbed his shaft and stroked it twice.
“Wait.” He halted her when she was about to impale herself on that magnificent cock. “Kiss me with your pussy first. Make me wet.” His shaft rested on his belly and he pulled her down to his crotch.
Anna braced on his shoulders as she rubbed her pussy on his hard cock. Her heart beat erratically. She’d never shaved her privates bald before, and having no hair at all made her skin sensitive. Anna could feel his hot, searing flesh. Could feel him pulse too. Her pussy clenched and moistened, oiling him with her sexual juice.
“That’s it,” Justin grunted. The rumble in his throat sounded so sexy. “Nice and slow, Anna. I want to feel that luscious pussy of yours.”
She slowed down, rubbing her wet pussy on his throbbing shaft. God. Anna swallowed hard. She’d never thought dry humping a man could be this erotic.
Justin tightened his hands on her ass. His violet eyes blazed. Hypnotic. Anna had forgot the mesmerising impact he had on her.
When Justin licked his lip, she couldn’t resist kissing him. He let out a purr of delight and mauled her back with the same heat. Tongues swept. Teeth nipped. She felt lightheaded when he finally gave her a chance to breathe.
“Where were you all this time, Anna? We’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Me?” That’s funny.
“Doesn’t matter. We have you now. For good.” Justin lifted her up slightly.
Her breath halted when his blunt tip nudged her wet opening.
“Slow,” he rasped.
Anna lowered herself on his hard shaft and he slid in deliciously. She gasped. Justin filled her full just the way Matt did.
“Fuck,” Justin growled, his face frozen in ecstasy. “I can’t begin to tell you how good you feel. Did Matt fuck you all night? Did he hurt you?”
Hurt? Matt gave her nothing but pleasure. Anna shook her head. She was too wired to string two coherent words together.
“Good.” Justin thrust in and out, fucking her in shallow strokes. “Sometimes he gets carried away.”
“Who said?” Matt’s gruff voice loomed behind her.
Justin stopped fucking her. He anchored her down with both hands, forcing her to take his whole erection. Her pussy clasped his hard shaft, spasming. Her spine began to quiver when Matt nuzzled behind her ear and showered her with light, butterfly kisses. He ran his hands over the curve of her hips and waist, then peeled off her shirt. Her dangling bra was next. The skirt followed. He pulled it up past her shoulders and head, and flung it somewhere behind him carelessly.
“What do you think?” Matt asked his brother. “I love her nipples.”
“Pink. Like cotton candy.” Justin took one and sucked it with delight. “Mmm. I can do this all day and night.”
Anna wanted to melt on the spot.
“Bend over a bit,” Matt ordered.
Leaning into Justin’s chest, Anna stifled a gasp when Matt touched her anus. He slathered her generously with cool gel and slid a finger into her back entrance.
She stiffened, causing her pussy and sphincter to contract. Justin groaned, his cock pulsing in her cunt.
Matt hissed. “Relax. You’re too tense.”
She couldn’t relax.
“Sweet Anna,” Matt whispered. “Relax for me.” He pushed in another finger and stretched her open.
Anna clawed Justin’s shoulders. Dear God. I must be crazy for doing this. But then why does everything forbidden always feel so damned good? She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sinful sensations.
Matt gave her a few more strokes before withdrawing his fingers. The tip of his cock kissed her anus a heartbeat later. He thrust in. She gusted a lungful of breath as the thick, salacious pressure burrowed into her depths. She heard Matt groan, his hands clamped on her hips, gripping her flesh tight as he thrust down to his hilt. Her eyes flew open.
“Fuck!” she cried.
“I am,” Matt replied in a guttural voice.
Justin laughed.
She panted.
“Are you okay, Anna?” Justin asked.
“I…” Her words dried in her throat. Was she okay? Yes, she was okay. More than okay. She felt high, like tripping on dope kind of high. Unbelievable. She had no idea sex could make her feel this way. She felt hot. And frustrated. Every cell in her body screamed with manic need. Suddenly, being filled with two of them just wasn’t enough. She needed them to move or something—to finish what they had started and reach the ultimate pleasure.
“Fuck me, please,” she whispered.
“What is that, dear?” Justin teased.
Damn him. “Please,” she begged. “I…”
Matt gathered her hair and nuzzled behind her ear. “You heard her. She wants to be fucked. Like this, sweet Anna?” He thrust in and out in languorous strokes.
God. She keened. She could feel each pull and thrust, his hard veined shaft ground against the sensitive walls of her anal passage. The pleasure overtaxed her brain. It was visceral, sharp, and primal. She loved being claimed this way. She wouldn’t have guessed she’d like it, as if this had been her own deep need all along. Her own deepest, darkest desire.
Her gaze drifted down. Justin was watching her reaction while Matt fucked her ass. His blazing violet eyes met hers. “Good?” he inquired.
“I…yeah,” she slurred like a drunkard.
“How about now?” Justin moved, thrusting in and out, matching the rhythm of his brother.
“Fuck.” Anna mewled. The pleasure thickened tenfold.
“I take that as a yes,” Matt rasped, quickening his pace.
Anna dug her nails into Justin’s expensive suit, not caring if she was ruining it. Both men held her still and all she could do was surrender. Surrender to their mastering. Surrender to the pleasure.
Justin thrust in. Matt pulled out. Matt thrust. Justin pulled. Matt slammed her faster. Justin matched his pace. They drove her insane. Ecstasy climbed in fevered pitch. Storms of pleasure gathered.
She was almost there. Just a bit more. Anna begged them in throaty, panting growls. Justin bit her nipple as he fucked her like a jackhammer. Matt licked the shell of her ear as he overtook her with short, vicious fucks. And Anna was deliciously trapped in between them.
Then, it hit her. An orgasm so volatile, she thought she was a goner. A rapturous storm of pleasure ripped her from the last shreds of her sanity and drove her to a place so divine, it had to be called nirvana. She heard a scream, then realized it was her own voice.
She shuddered as she faintly noticed Matt jerked behind her, flooding her rear entrance with jets of cum. His hot breath seared her nape and his deep, dulcet voice called her name like a mantra.
Justin pumped into her a half dozen times and came. He cursed when her cunt milked his cock, gripping his spasming shaft with vehemence and squeezing out his last drop.
When it was over, Anna felt like she had run a marathon. She collapsed on Justin’s chest. All of her bones had liquefied into goo. Her body was nothing but a shivering glob. Her pussy and anus tingled with the aftermath of their mating.
Matt withdrew from her gently. His semi-flaccid cock slipped out, leaving her feeling empty and needy. He collapsed on the sofa next to his brother.
Justin wrapped his arm around her body and held her tightly. She buried her face in his shirt. Their sex was still embedded as one—his cock still semi-hard inside her, bathed in her juices.
“Holy fuck.” She heard Matt muttering under his breath. “That was…”
“Intense,” Justin finished for him.
Intense? Understatement. She thought the pleasure Matt had given her last night was explosively mind-shattering, but this one She couldn’t find a word to describe what she’d just experienced. She’d never come so hard that she thought she’d died. No wonder the French called an orgasm the little death. Now, she knew.
“I can’t wait for Azura,” Matt added. “It’s long overdue.”
“Soon. Be patient.”
What the hell were they talking about? Anna wanted to move but Justin pulled her back.
“Not, yet. I want to feel you like this for a little longer.” He planted a light kiss on her lips. Then he said, “I have a business meeting in Tokyo over the weekend and you’re going with me, Anna.”