Gunnar held her the same way on her other side. She eased her arms around them, holding them close to her.
A good sign, Gunnar thought.
“I just needed a getaway…and a vacation fling. I haven’t had much to do with men since…well, for a few years.”
Axel slowly leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers. “Your getaway isn’t over. We’re not going anywhere for a while. And now that you know you’ve already been with both of us…” Axel kissed her deep, and she moaned. Gunnar’s lust came back full force.
She wasn’t denying what Axel said. Would she…could she?
When Axel lifted his head, Gunnar didn’t let her stop to think. He swooped in and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her soft, moist mouth, stroking her tongue with his.
While he still kissed her, Axel whispered, “Let us give you something to remember, Dakota. If all you want is some hot memories of your vacation, take a chance and see what it’s like to be with two men at once. Two men who want to worship your body.”
They were making it hard for her to think straight.
Dakota’s body tried answering for her. The two men kissed so differently from each other, it excited her. If Gunnar was as enthusiastic as he’d been the first time, and if Axel was as thorough as he’d been every time, the thought of both of them worshiping her body made her tingle all over.
But this was so…
“Don’t think about it,” Axel said, as if he’d read her thoughts. Thank God she knew he couldn’t. She’d revealed enough to Gunnar when he was a cat. “Just accept us. Right now. Don’t think about yesterday or tomorrow. Let’s just stay in this moment.”
A moan slipped out of her, and she gripped the backs of both men when Gunnar grazed his tongue along the roof of her mouth. She never knew that part of her body could be an erogenous zone.
Gunnar broke the kiss and met her gaze through the darkened area of the kitchen where they stood. Her body trembled, her pulse hot and hard in her pussy.
She turned her head slightly and looked into Axel’s eyes. Yes, these men looked similar, and she could see how she’d mistaken Gunnar for Axel that first time when all she could think about was the lust searing her body and making her brain into mush, but with them standing practically shoulder-to-shoulder, she saw the subtle differences. Axel’s eyes were just a shade darker, his hair a tiny bit longer.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll take every precaution.”
Axel touched her cheek with his palm, and she leaned into him, closing her eyes.
What did she have to lose if she said no? Except fulfilling every heterosexual woman’s fantasy of being devoured by two gorgeous, attentive men?
A slow smile curved her lips as she made her decision. Dakota trusted these two with her life, and they’d saved her. Twice. Opening her eyes and looking back and forth between them, she said, “Okay.”
After a brief moment of dead silence, Axel laughed and pressed his mouth to hers, while Gunnar seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and leaned in to nibble that oh-so-sensitive spot behind her ear.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, accepting Axel’s tongue when he teased her lips apart, and giving better access to Gunnar who nibbled her neck, sending tingles racing down her arms and straight to her pussy.
Hands seemed to be everywhere. Holding her against their bodies, touching, rubbing, petting her back, her sides, her hips. It was good. So damn good.
And they were all fully clothed. She couldn’t wait to see what it would be like once they were naked.
One hand—Axel’s she thought—slipped under her sweatshirt and skimmed up over her belly to cup her breast. Even through her bra, her nipple puckered at the light friction of his palm.
Another hand—Gunnar’s maybe—slipped down, and his fingers plucked at the button on her jeans.
Her pussy clenched, and she clung to the men. One hand in Axel’s hair as he kissed her so deep, with so much passion. The other on Gunnar’s shoulder, her nails digging into his sweater so she could keep her balance.
But maybe she didn’t want to keep her balance. She wanted to fall—if only this once—into the bliss these two promised.
Her zipper opened, the sound barely audible beyond her heavy breathing. She moaned into Axel’s mouth when Gunnar’s warm, callused palm slipped into her jeans. His talented fingers skimmed over her mound then pressed against her, teasing her clit in a frustratingly erotic way.
Gunnar dipped his tongue in her ear then whispered, “Already hot. And so wet.” His breath sent another rush of lust and warmth sparking through her.
“I’m going to taste you.”
She whimpered and jerked her mouth from Axel’s, turned her head, and pressed her lips against Gunnar’s.
He stabbed his tongue into her mouth at the same moment his fingers slid between her pussy lips and teased her clit. A strangled cry ripped from her mouth, but he swallowed most of the sound. Her hips bucked against his hand. When Axel pinched her nipple, she almost came.
“So fucking responsive,” Axel murmured against her ear.
She couldn’t ever remember being this reactive in her life. These two did something to her. Sexual chemistry at its finest. Maybe they had some special shifter prowess, or maybe some spectacular pheromones normal human men didn’t possess.
Whatever it was, she didn’t want it to end.
In one swift motion, Gunnar released her mouth and Axel swept her sweatshirt over her head, barely giving her time to raise her arms. Gunnar went down on his knees in front of her, and Axel tongued her nipple through her bra.
She gripped the back of Axel’s head, pressing his face to her chest. Thank God for the counter behind her, because she feared that was the only thing still holding her upright. Her jeans slid down her legs. Her bra cups were pulled down. Then mouths. On her breasts, her pussy. “Oh, God!” she cried as her knees turned to jelly.
Axel wrapped his arms around her waist and held her upright, while Gunnar shoved her thighs farther apart—as far as they’d go with her ankles trapped in her jeans—and speared his tongue deep into her cunt.
Axel suckled, nipped, laved, made love to her breasts with his mouth.
Dakota couldn’t breathe. All she seemed able to do was feel. They held her up, held her open. And when one of Axel’s hands slid down over her butt cheek and squeezed, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.
Then he pressed against her anus with a fingertip and suckled hard on her right nipple. She tumbled over the edge, gasping and crying out as the orgasm hit with the force of an avalanche.
Her legs gave out then, but they held her upright still. Axel’s strong arm held firm around her waist.
Gunnar’s hands supported her hips.
She bucked against Gunnar’s mouth, and he kept up the exquisite torture, his tongue flicking her clit with rapid strokes, prolonging the amazing orgasm longer than she thought possible.
When Dakota thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, Axel moved from her breast and kissed her chin, her cheek, then her lips, before he whispered, “You can come again.” He pressed his finger into her anus at the same time Gunnar suckled her clit hard.
The next bolt of lightning struck so hard she saw stars behind her tightly squeezed eyelids. Heat flooded her, made her tingle from scalp to toes. Her mind went blank to everything but the pleasure coursing through her, pulsing with each hard beat of her heart.
Chapter Seven
One second Dakota was in the kitchen, up against the counter. The next she was on the blanket in front of the fire with two naked men. She wasn’t sure how she got there. One of them had carried her, she was sure, but she couldn’t say who had been the one.