After warming her up with a series of careful slaps, Gabriel ruthlessly stimulated her. He pinched and rubbed, snapped and tugged on her sensitive clit. He brought her to the brink of orgasm over and over but never let her come.

She wiggled and twisted, but Patrick held her firmly, occasionally slapping her breasts when her struggles became too violent.

“Please! Oh, God, please let me come,” she yelled as the intensity sputtered out for the fifth time. She had long since let go of her folds and sagged against Patrick’s chest.

Gabriel drove two of his fingers into her sopping pussy, fucking her with forceful jabs. “Obedient captives are allowed to come. Defiant slaves know only frustration.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried out. “I’ll be good. I’ll submit, just stop teasing me.”

“Reach down and make yourself come,” Patrick digressed. “That’s what started all this. Now, do as you were ordered.”

Gabriel shifted his hand, making room for her fingers. His fingers were still lodged deep inside her.

Heather sobbed softly as she caressed her clit. She was stuffed full of cock in back and fingers in front. She’d been edged for the better part of an hour. This had to be overwhelming.

Surprised by his own compassion, Patrick stroked her breasts, soothing her as he supported her trembling body. “Relax and let the pleasure take you. Your body knows what to do.” Her breath escaped in a shuddering sigh and then her body tensed against him. She gasped and her ass tightened rhythmically around Patrick’s cock. “Good girl.”

Gabriel withdrew his fingers and moved out of the way as Patrick urged her forward. With her head down and her ass in the air, her body was positioned perfectly for a hard, fast fuck. Patrick held her hips firmly and pulled nearly out of her clingy heat. He took a deep breath then thrust his entire length back into her willing body. She braced her legs and clutched the bedding, but her gasps and cries of pleasure assured him that she was fully surrendered.

He wasn’t intentionally scanning her. Even so, flashes of emotion kept surging across his empathic receptors. Anger and frustration were still present, but she ached for the sort of connection only enjoyed by bonded mates. She was surrounded by friends who had found happiness with multiple hybrids. Was it really surprising that she wanted the same?

Was that what he wanted? Was he ready to put the past behind him and claim her as his mate? Gabriel had been ready to claim her shortly after he met her, but Patrick still had misgivings.

Forcing the temptations aside, he focused on physical pleasure. He pumped into her steadily, enjoying the firm grip of her snug passage. Her supple body was folded in half, ass lifted for his pleasure. Her submission soothed his darker impulses, making him feel peaceful and nearly content.

Gabriel stood beside the bed vigorously stroking himself.

“Finish in her mouth,” Patrick suggested. “She needs to get used to pleasuring both of us.” Patrick fisted the back of her hair and urged her upward.