Sexy Beast III. Morgan Hawke

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СКАЧАТЬ big vein along the underside felt against her tongue. She sensed how much he loved it when she dipped her tongue into the tiny slit at the end, so she did exactly that. She held the crown in her teeth, licking the pre-cum from the end as if she savored a fiery popsicle, licking and sucking, twirling her tongue around him. When she sucked the tiny eye and teased him with her mouth, she felt every lick and nip as if it were her own cock, her own pending orgasm.

      But Mik…ah, what Mik could do to him…for him. AJ’s oldest love, his first love, Mik thrust his huge cock deep inside, filling AJ, bringing both pleasure and pain in equal measure. Tala felt Mik’s struggle to make it last, this lush and carnal act he craved as strongly as AJ. She felt the rush of sensation as both men balanced precariously on a dangerous cliff of their own creation.

      Suddenly, her thoughts were swept up, connecting even more deeply, connecting on a visceral, cellular level. Body trembling, Tala glanced up, her lips still surrounding the tip of AJ’s erection. She caught Mik staring at her, a look of intense concentration masking his sharply defined features. Then he cocked one dark-winged brow, arched his hips and drove even deeper into his partner.

      Tala felt it all the way to her heart. She cried out, swept up in the intensity of sensation, the overwhelming emotions as Mik raced AJ toward the precipice.

      AJ stabbed her pussy with his tongue, and Tala almost laughed with the joy of it all, the inclusion within their bond, a solemn covenant that linked the three of them as tightly as one. Racing with them both, giving over to the combined power of three bodies reaching climax as one, she flung herself over the edge and tumbled, free-falling into the whirling maelstrom of pure sensation.

      Her vaginal muscles pulsed with her climax, and she sucked down on AJ’s cock, as if anchoring herself with his body. The salty, almost bitter taste of his ejaculate filled her mouth and she struggled to swallow it all while her body writhed in the solid grip of his strong hands.

      Mik’s thrusts sped up and he arched his back and cried out, a long, low howl of release before slumping weakly against the backs of AJ’s raised thighs. All of them pulsed with the rhythm of orgasm, lungs gasping, bodies trembling.

      Tala slipped out of the link as both Mik and AJ stroked her shivering body with their large hands. She imagined the picture they must make as they lay there, two large men and one small woman tangled hopelessly together. Their bodies were still connected and all three were still sweaty and panting as if they’d just raced a mile. Mik stroked lazy circles over her breast; AJ patted her buttocks.

      Their minds were gloriously blank, their thoughts at rest, content. She laughed with the pure joy of the moment, overwhelmed by a most amazing love shared, times three.

      3

      Anton checked Keisha’s seatbelt as the pilot went through his pre-flight list. He was new, though he’d come highly recommended by their copilot, a quiet man who’d flown for Anton a few times in the past. The copilot checked to make sure all their bags were properly stowed for the flight to San Francisco, passed out bottled water to each of them, then took his seat in the cockpit beside the pilot. He reached back and closed the door between the cockpit and the cabin, giving the passengers privacy.

      Listening with only part of his mind to the sound of the engines warming up and the women’s voices, Anton sat across the aisle from his mate and fastened his own belt. He hadn’t slept well the night before. His dreams had been uncomfortable yet meaningless vignettes that woke him over and over in a cold sweat. He couldn’t shake the feeling something wasn’t right, that they should not be making this trip, but Keisha was so excited to be going Anton couldn’t have said no for anything.

      He’d never been one for premonitions. His dreams were merely manifestations of his own concerns. Keisha was right. He really did worry too much.

      She and Xandi chattered like a couple of schoolgirls. Anton sipped his water and bit back a tired grin as he listened to their stream of laughing conversation. It never ceased to amaze him how two women who shared the same house, and quite often the same bed, could still find so much to talk about.

      Sitting directly behind Anton, Stefan reached over the seat and touched his shoulder. “Relax, bro. The girls will be fine.”

      Anton covered Stefan’s hand with his. “I know, but one of us needs to worry.”

      Stefan laughed. He sat back in his seat and tightened his belt. “Well, knowing you’re on the job will give me a chance to relax. Wake me when we get to San Francisco.”

      “I’ll do that,” Anton said. Then he settled back in his seat for the flight to California. He actually felt himself begin to relax as the powerful Hawker 1000 blasted into the air. The corporate-sized jet he’d purchased a few years earlier was one of the best and safest on the market, and Keisha’s doctor had assured him she would be fine traveling in such comfort. His mate was right. If he couldn’t find something to worry about, he’d make something up. With that thought in mind, Anton finally closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

      Keisha’s voice in his mind was the first solid inclination of things gone terribly wrong. Anton? Are you awake? Something’s wrong. I just woke up, but we appear to be flying east, not southwest.

      Startled awake, Anton shook his head. He felt as if he’d been drugged when he glanced out the window. The sun should be to the left of the jet. Instead, it shone brightly through the starboard window, practically blinding him. Stefan! Wake up. We have a problem.

      What’s up? Stefan’s mental voice sounded groggy.

      Did you drink any of the bottled water?

      Yeah. Finished mine. Why?

      It appears we’re heading the wrong direction. We’ve all been asleep. I believe the water was drugged. Do you think there’s a chance we’ve been skyjacked?

      Shit. No wonder I’ve got a headache. Can you read the pilot? I don’t recognize him, but the copilot’s flown with us before.

      Anton held up his hand for silence and closed his eyes in concentration. Then he turned around and stared at Stefan, experiencing, for the first time in his life, a sense of pure terror. He narrowed his mindtalking to Stefan alone. It appears Secretary Bosworth’s plan for a Chanku breeding farm did not die with him. There’d been fear, even after Bosworth’s death, that more of his group might still exist. Still, Jacob Trent and Baylor Quinn had been unable to find tangible evidence.

      Now, unfortunately, Anton feared the group might have all the evidence it needed…and then some. What better target than two pregnant female Chanku?

      He and Stefan, of course, were expendable.

      Keisha’s angry mental voice slammed into Anton’s head. He spun around to catch her looking daggers in his direction. What the hell’s going on? Why are you talking over our heads? Xandi and I are not children.

      Anton sighed. I know, my love. Old habits. Plus, I didn’t want to alarm you until I knew for certain. I think the water we had was drugged. All of us have been asleep, something which rarely happens when we fly. I believe we’re being kidnapped. I want you and Xandi in the back of the plane. Grab all the blankets and pillows you can, just in case we have a problem. I want you to try and contact someone at Pack Dynamics. They may be using something that will jam your cell phones, but possibly your combined mental voice will reach another of our kind. Let them know what’s happening. Stefan and I need to have a talk with our pilot.

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