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Lorcan’s rough palms kneaded the cheeks of her ass then took her weight as Batzorg stripped again. Her champ watched her the entire time he rid himself of his pants and top. He kept some part of him touching her all the while. As soon as he was naked, he lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his lean flanks, opening her core to him—inviting his penetration. He sheathed himself in her heat with a single, powerful thrust.

With an amazing show of strength, he carefully lowered them to the mattress and lay back, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes. The changed angle made her gasp in delight as new erotic zones bloomed inside her core.

In a dreamy slow motion, Vilmos crawled onto the mattress, leaned in, and nipped her bottom lip just hard enough to send a jolt of sheer lust pulsing through her body. Soothing the tiny wound with his tongue, he held her mouth captive with strong white teeth. His drugging lavender topped the spice and clean male musk he shared with the other two mechs.

She inhaled the heady combination of three distinct, delicious scents and grew more comfortable, bolder and edgier all at the same time. On an instinct she arched her back, offering her breasts to doc and rocking the swollen folds of her pussy against champ’s hard pubis.

Doc palmed her achy breasts and his groan feathered over her swollen lips. Nothing had ever sounded quite so erotic. Although champ still anchored her hips to his, she responded to Vilmos’ ardent excitement with a full-body flush and unmistakable arousal. She arched further, giving him more access and he ducked his head, latching on to one pebbled nipple. Nipping, licking and sucking, he worshipped her breasts with his hot mouth and big hands until her sex fluttered and wept and she whimpered her need.

“Damn, you’re hot.” Lorcan’s words puffed on the sensitive shell of her ear. The heavy rope of his arousal slid up and down the seam of her ass, punctuating his meaning.

Oh my dear God. Am I actually going to have sex with three guys? These three guys? Right now? Probably. If I don’t lose my courage and bolt into the snow, naked, clutching my cat.

Freeze to death or stay cuddled up with three hot mechs? Hmm, tough choice, but as long as they keep taking their time and don’t scare me...

Batzorg was an amazing lover, considerate, tender and gifted. Vilmos and Lorcan were both incredibly sexy and eager, but everything was moving too fast for what was left of her old nice-girl self. She needed to do something to slow the pace way down.

“Please, fuck me.” The words weren’t exactly the ones she’d planned to say, but they’d spilled from her lips. Now the raw plea echoed in the men’s heated glances, making the rash words nearly right.

Batzorg growled, “Who do you want to fuck you, little one?”

His firm grip said he still wanted her for himself and infused her with extra courage. Nerves tightened her belly. There was no way to unspeak her impulsive request.

“Everyone eventually—just not tonight.” She flickered an agonized glance from Vilmos to Lorcan. “I’m really sorry.”

Now that she’d made up her mind, the arousal the triad had built blazed in her core with tripled heat. She faced Batzorg, tracing the edge of his sensual mouth with a trembling finger. Fierce with desperate passion, she begged, “You, just you.”

He didn’t waste any more time talking. With a roar of possession, he gripped her hips and his massive cock thrust deep into her channel. The brutal fullness redefined the concept of stretched to capacity. She teetered on the fine line between pain and pleasure.

Vilmos caught one of her beaded tips between his teeth and bit hard enough to send a bolt of heat lightning straight to her channel, making her sex ease, gush and melt around Batzorg’s enormous shaft.

“Do that again,” Batzorg demanded.

Ignoring Batzorg’s order, Vilmos abandoned the peak he’d tortured and captured her chin. “Are you all right, dear?”

She nodded, unable to speak past the erotic need coiling every muscle in her body tighter.

Satisfied by her agreement, doc switched to her neglected nipple and bit firmly. The exquisite grip of his teeth hurt so good that the sensual sting pulled an erotic whimper from her.

Doc’s naughty laugh teased her swollen breast while more of her sweet cream poured over champ’s arousal, and her pussy clenched an excited rhythm around his cock. Her core tightened and every single one of her muscles quivered with tension as he pumped in and out of her needy slit. With each powerful thrust he ground against her pulsing clit and with each backstroke the hard ridge of his cock head scraped a sensitized bump on her inner wall.

Something warm and wet swirled over her furled back entry. Frightened by the pressure from Lorcan’s moist crown, she stiffened and clamped around Batzorg’s erection. The thrust she’d feared from the big guy’s huge shaft didn’t happen. His fingers replaced his cock, massaging her pucker with a rough oval—probably the pad of his thumb—working in his pre-cum.

Relief shimmied through her, pushing her closer to fulfillment. She tried to hold on, wanting the blast of Batzorg’s hot seed to push her over the edge. Then he lifted her left leg, hooking it higher on his hip. This changed his angle of penetration and he edged even deeper. His erection butted the tip of her womb and she gasped at the depth of sensual invasion.

Batzorg pulled almost out of her sheath, Lorcan’s thumb pushed past the ring of constriction and into her dark channel with an erotic burn.

Desire fluttered deep in her belly and her world teetered between the intolerable stretching and the undeniable ecstasy of overwhelming possession.

Batzorg ground to a halt. “Are we hurting you?”

Instantly, all three mechs stopped moving and held themselves immobile. Batzorg’s worried midnight gaze met hers. Their willingness to forego pleasure for her comfort made her heart give a funny little stutter. Right then she knew that she was falling for these tough men who treated her with such tender care. When they left, they would take her heart with them.

“No.”
Not yet.
A tear slipped down her cheek and she flicked it away.

“Why are you crying?” Doc’s clear concern caused another tear to escape

“Because you all are so perfect and you make me unbelievably happy.”

Lorcan made reassuring circles on her bottom. “You’re the perfect one, hot stuff.”

Touched by his tenderness, she angled her head and gifted him with a watery smile.

Batzorg withdrew until only his thick crown still pierced the entrance to her pussy. Vilmos caressed her breasts, suckling a needy nipple until she writhed against his torture. Then he switched to the neglected peak. Lorcan eased his rough thumb inside her rear passage, sending new bolts of heat searing through her erogenous zones. Then he pulled back from her clasp, only to return with a two-fingered plunge through the nerve-rich back entrance.

Soon, they coordinated their sensual assault. Lorcan withdrew, stopping at the rim of her back channel, and Batzorg slowly pushed into her sex. His mighty shaft swelled even larger inside her pussy, stretching her swollen tissues past burning pain and into an unexpected rapture that flooded her core with fresh honey and tugged her closer to release.

Vilmos’ wicked tongue laved her breasts, turning her nipples into throbbing buttons of arousal. At the same time, Lorcan tormented her rear entry until she arched into him, silently begging for more. Batzorg stroked in and out of her cunt in a sedate, mind-melting pace. Every stroke in bumped her clit and every time he pulled out the hard ridge of his crown gently scraped over her engorged G-spot. His timing was so slow she edged away from fulfillment before his next maddeningly gentle contact. Tension coiled tighter in her core, her folds swelled, and a low ache tightened her sheath, craving satisfaction he kept out of reach.

Her heart pounded and blood raced to her erogenous zones until she whimpered for mercy.

Batzorg tightened his grip on her hips, keeping her sex locked with his and he thrust into her with longer, harder strokes until she felt as if she were riding a powerful bull determined to unseat her with a fiery pleasure she couldn’t resist.

She leaned over Batzorg, trying to ease the burn from Lorcan’s thick fingers. More cool liquid dripped into her dark passage before he increased the tempo of his backdoor assault.

Vilmos’ cock bobbed against her cheek. He groaned, “Please.”

Instinctively, she turned her head and licked the plump helmet. He tasted as luscious as he smelled, sweet, spicy and so very male. She sucked the thick head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the velvet smoothness, probing the vulnerable slit and beneath the sleek ridge.

Vilmos made a strangled sound and fisted his shaft. “I am almost there. May I ejaculate on your breasts? I swear I will clean off every drop.”

Unable to speak, she bobbed her head.

“Lick him again, little one,” Batzorg growled, holding her immobile and grinding against her throbbing clit.

“Fuck me, you’re so hot.” Lorcan’s thick fingers withdrew and the broad head of his arousal nudged against the entrance to her rear channel.

“Please.” She closed her eyes to concentrate on the rapidly unraveling coil of erotic need in her belly.

As if they’d been simply waiting for her pleasure, when the first pulses of her release shivered through her, a heated blast splashed her rear portal. Seconds later ropy spurts pelted her breasts, and Batzorg erupted, painting the mouth of her womb with his thick, hot seed.

Her climax went on and on as bliss shimmied through her sex, cream dampened Batzorg’s groin and her whole world rocked.

When her aftershocks grew gentler and further apart, she gradually became aware of her surroundings. Faintly rough cloths were busy cleaning her breasts and her butt. Batzorg was still thick, stiff and thrumming inside her. His eyes were shut, one corner of his mouth twitched.

Is he hurt?
Minka leaned over to frame his hard jawline with both hands, abruptly ending her other mechs’ sponge bath. “Are you all right?”

Minka was so soft, so sweet, so perfect all over that the only thing Lorcan wanted to do was to spend hours touching her, kissing her, licking her…

Her earthy sweetness lingered on his tongue, but her perfect ass had moved away from his mouth. Minka held Batzorg’s hard head in her soft, soft hands. Lorcan zeroed in on the twitch of the triad leader’s satisfied smirk.

Clearly unaware of his amusement, Minka stretched closer. Lorcan had to pry his thumbs from the dimples on either side of her beautiful butt to give her the freedom to press her anxious face nearer to the lucky Batzorg.

Lorcan moved away from the couple, hiding his disappointment behind a cocky grin. He tilted his head toward Vilmos. “Are you recording this?”

“What should I record?”

“Batzorg’s grin, bud. When’s the last time you saw it?”

“I have never seen it,” Vilmos admitted with a flash of his own smile.

The triad leader opened his eyes, locked his focus on Minka’s gorgeous face, and pressed a kiss to her palm. “You taught me to smile.”

Too hokey by far, but Lorcan still wished he’d said it.

“You scared me,” Minka whispered, bending nearer until her forehead met Batzorg’s.

“There is no reason for fear. I am pleased that you chose to allow the entire triad to share your bed, little one.” Batzorg’s deep voice rumbled assurance.

Somehow, Lorcan was less thrilled by the minute. For once he couldn’t think of a single smartass thing to say.

Minka raised her head and flashed an apologetic smile, aiming her pity evenly—first at Vilmos then at him. “I’m sorry, but I’m exhausted, guys.”

As if she’d been speaking to him, Batzorg wrapped his arms around her slender form and said, “Then sleep.”

She snuggled against the triad leader’s broad chest with a contented sigh that pricked another hole in Lorcan’s deflated hopes. Her eyes drifted shut and her breaths grew slower and deeper almost immediately.

Okay, Minka was exhausted. Lorcan wasn’t a dumb cyborg, he could understand tiredness. She was human, female and delicate.

Lorcan didn’t blame the triad leader for his actions. If he’d been the lucky mech buried inside Minka’s sweet body he would’ve held her safe and made sure that she got the rest she needed. His understanding didn’t keep him from wishing that he was the mech holding her.

Batzorg opened the mind link.
The cyborgs will try for Minka again unless the founders are able to stop them. We must stay vigilant.

Do you expect them to attempt a kidnapping in the middle of a snowstorm?
Lorcan cringed as his jealous grumpiness carried over their telepathic connection.

Batzorg explained evenly,
I expect them to strike when we are most vulnerable
.

Vilmos’s calm energy came through the link.
A logical assumption.

Agreed.
Lorcan had to admit Batzorg’s reasoning was sound.

Vilmos, take first watch
, Batzorg ordered.

After checking the fire and carefully banking the embers, Vilmos armored up, dressed and left the bedroom.

Bet I’m taking second watch.

Your assumption is correct. Protect and serve.
Batzorg closed the mind link.

Lorcan kept his thoughts carefully blank in case his leader thought of something else he wanted to say and reopened the link. He pulled the quilt over the couple and stretched out on their left, away from the fire. He lay still, unwilling to indulge in even the leftover warmth of their closeness. He tried to fall asleep, but he couldn’t shut out his persistent awareness that Batzorg’s cock stayed buried in her wet, satin heat.

The stubborn triad leader showed no signs of wanting to separate from her anytime soon.

Competing with studly mech one of three and boyish, adorable mech two of three, Lorcan didn’t have a nanobot’s chance in scrap metal cyborg of Minka wanting to spend time with him. What did he have to offer her that the other two couldn’t do as well or better?

Hope returned as he remembered the well-stocked pantry and the dough already on its second rise, and her sincere thanks for the simple supper of soup and crackers. Cooking his way into her heart might work.