The Bond (Unbroken Raine Falling 4)

Raine didn’t doubt him for a moment. She whimpered, writhed, silently imploring them to start.

Liam bit at her nipple, sending a shock of pleasure-pain trilling across her senses. She was still processing the fine shiver when he urged her to face Hammer. Suddenly, she was looking into Macen’s molten hazel eyes.

“Kiss him,” Liam demanded thickly behind her. “And spread your legs for me. Now, Raine.”

Their power converged in the air around her, swirling tighter, faster, like a whirlpool sucking her under. The gravity of it was unbeatable, so she gave herself over, drowned willingly—and obeyed.

As she layered her mouth over Hammer’s, he was ready, crashing into her and taking her with a demand that stole her breath. As Raine let go of the last shred of rational thought, she bent one knee and placed her foot flat on the mattress.

Liam had plenty of space to slide his big hand between her thighs. He plunged his fingers inside her slick opening. She gasped into Hammer’s mouth.

Neither man showed her mercy. Macen’s kiss and Liam’s digits both delved deeper, determined to take more of her. Her Irishman bucked against her, pressing every dizzying inch of his hard shaft against her backside.

“Hammer will soon be fucking this ass, love. While he’s filling you, I’m going to watch your face. Every widening of your eyes, every gasp, every shiver of pleasure, I’ll drink it in. While I’ve got my fingers in your cunt.” He wriggled them—as if she needed the reminder—and added a softly brutal swipe of his thumb over her throbbing clit. “And tormenting you in every way I know how.”

“Liam,” she gasped.

“Once Macen has buried himself inside your wee opening, I’ll be sliding your body down to mine and squeezing my way into your pussy. Such a sweet, tight fit.” He groaned. “But you’ll open to me and give us all of yourself, Raine. Is that clear?”

Hammer didn’t release her mouth so she could answer. Desperate, she moaned, clung, squirmed in agonized need.

“Yes.” Satisfaction laced Liam’s voice. “You will.”

Every single time you want me.

While she lost herself in Hammer’s unrelenting kiss, she swooned at the feel of Liam’s fingers strumming her every sensitive spot until she didn’t care if she couldn’t move or breathe. She only cared about the honeyed pleasure they oozed all over her, thick and seductive…and so close she could taste it.

Finally, Macen eased back, leaving her with eyes closed, lips parted, body disintegrating into a puddle of liquid desire while Liam continued toying with her screaming clit. Gaze raking down her body, Hammer stroked her hip while he watched his best friend torment her. His eyes turned a deeper shade of magnetic allure.

“She’s on the edge, trying so hard not to disobey us and come,” Hammer murmured. “Fuck, she’s pretty.”

“And so hot around my fingers. She’ll burn our cocks.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Macen eased off the bed. “You mind keeping Raine flushed and desperate? I want to watch while I get ready to fuck her.”

“My pleasure.”

No, no, no! But Raine was beyond forming words. Instead, she mewled and continued to melt under Liam’s sweltering touch. Hammer gave her a bawdy smile as he shucked his clothes, revealing the big body that never failed to have her biting her lip in need. With a slow gait and a tall staff, he prowled to the nightstand and drew out a tube of lube.

Raine knew what he intended next. Her breath caught. These two always made this act the most potent thrill, had her feeling delicate, submissive, and taken.

She begged Hammer to hurry with her eyes.

He juggled the tube in his hand. “You want something, precious?”

Liam’s fingers did another sweep over the terrible ache behind her clit. “Answer the man. I’d like to hear this, too.”

Holding her breath to fight the climax railing at her, she tried to gather her words. Her thoughts slid around like oil. But every place they touched her burned like dry kindling under their flame.

“Silence, love?” He bit at her shoulder and heaped on more suffering.

“Fuck me,” she managed to gasp. “Now. I…need…you.”

“There it is.” Hammer smiled again. “But it sounds like she thinks she’s giving the orders.”

“It does,” Liam mused.

Lunging on the bed, Hammer grabbed her hair in his hand again, his face hovering right over hers. “Do you give the orders?”

“No,” she blurted. “You and Liam. Please…”

He eased the grip on her hair, then stroked her cheek. “Good answer.”

“You could reward her,” Liam suggested slyly.

Yes, yes, yes! But she said nothing, merely blinked at Hammer, silently supplicating. His smile widened. God, they were enjoying their power. And she was relishing every second of surrendering to them.

“Or you could,” Macen tossed back. “But you didn’t have an orgasm in mind, right?”

Liam shrugged. “Of course not…yet.”

“Then we’re on the same page.” He flipped open the cap of the lube.