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  I saw Mason grab the jar of ointment and dip his fingers in before running them over her arse. With Laurel's head dipped down over my cock, I could see what he was doing, watch as he easily slipped a finger in. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations making my balls draw up tight.

  "She easily took one finger. Take a deep breath, sweetheart, I'm going to add another," Mason told her.

  I felt her hot breath on my fist as she breathed in, and then exhaled. Mason worked the second finger in beside the first and Laurel wiggled her hips. She moaned around my cock again, eyes widening at being stretched so.

  "Jesus, Mason, I won't last if she keeps making noises like that." I was breathing hard and my hands were clenched in the quilt; she was that good.

  I saw his fingers scissor and stretch her open even more, then slip in to the first knuckle. Mason met my gaze.

  "She's ready."

  Cupping her cheek with one hand, I lifted her bobbing head off my cock. I slipped down the bed so my head was on the pillow and her face was directly above mine. "Climb up and ride me."

  She looked down between us at my cock, which was pointing straight at her navel. She put one knee by my hip, then the other so she straddled my waist. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto my cock, seating herself directly onto me so I filled her completely. She was tight and wet and hot and...perfect. This was where I wanted to be, where I belonged.

  "Brody, oh, you feel so good, but I want both of you."

  Mason leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.

  "And you will. Right now."

  LAUREL

  This was what I wanted, to be surrounded and know that my men wanted me, needed me and that I was not alone in my feelings. Coming close to death made me realize how keenly I needed Mason and Brody, and I knew that giving myself to both of them, at the same time would forge a bond between us that could not be broken. I was the missing connection that forged us all together. And as Brody pulled me down onto his chest and kissed me, I knew it was time.

  His hands gripped my head, holding me just where he wanted me so his tongue could lave mine. He nipped at my lower lip, and then soothed it with a tender kiss all the while shifting his hips and filling me. While he couldn't take the deep strokes I was used to at this angle, just the slight rubbing had me moaning. I was so wet for him he moved easily within me. My clit rubbed against him and it was a slow, sensuous torture. Even my nipples rubbing against his chest were sensitive.

  I felt Mason's large hand on my bottom, parting me, then the broad head of his cock pressed against me...there. He slipped out of place, his cock obviously slickly coated in ointment. They were both so considerate, thinking of me, tending to me. There was that word...tending, just as Ann had said. Mason didn't want to hurt me; he wanted to make me feel how good it was for all of us to fuck as one.

  They both said it was going to be good and I could not do anything but trust in their words. Once again, his blunt tip pressed in, then back. In a little more firmly. I remembered Mason's words, to exhale and push back. I did both, letting my forehead rest on Brody's chest as I pushed back against Mason. His cock was broader than any of the plugs or even their fingers and I began to stretch wide, wider, wider still.

  "Oh," I moaned at the burn, the incredible stretch.

  "Almost there, sweetheart. It's so hot seeing you being stretched wide for my cock. Push back once more. That's it....yes. Oh, I'm in. God, you're so tight."

  I groaned as the head of Mason's cock fit just past the tight ring of muscle that had been fighting his entry. I felt so open, so wide. With Brody's cock filling me as well, it was such a tight fit. It burned, the intense stretching, but it also felt...amazing. The combination was like when Mason tugged and pinched my nipples in the past, painful yet so good. I winced at first, but as I relaxed, it morphed into something different, something more.

  Mason's fingers gripped my bottom as he began to move. Slowly, very slowly he pushed forward, then pulled back. Brody shifted his hips as well, but in opposing directions so that one of their cocks was filling me up as the other retreated. The feelings their cocks elicited were overwhelming. I thought of nothing but how these men made me feel. My clit was pulsing, my inner walls clenching down on both their cocks. My fingers clawed at Mason's shoulders as I breathed into his sweaty skin, then bit him lightly as Mason sank in all the way.

  "You're ours, Laurel," Mason said, his voice rough as he breathed hard. Our bodies clung together, slick with sweat, and yet we were already one. I was finally joined with both of them. I knew now that they belonged to me as much as I belonged to them.

  "She's so tight, Mason, I'm not going to last," Brody said.

  "Her arse is strangling my cock," Mason growled. "Are you ready to come, sweetheart?"

  I nodded against Brody's chest.

  "Good, because you're going to come like never before."

  With that vow, they started to move. Mason pulled back as Brody tilted his hips up so he nudged my womb. Then Mason slid in slow, but sure, filling me up all the way as Brody pulled back. Again and again they moved in this fashion. I couldn't do anything but feel. I couldn't move, couldn't even shift my hips and yet the pleasure built. I'd thought it had felt incredible when they'd made me come before, but it had never been like this. The feeling of two cocks in me was so intense, so overwhelming that I couldn't hang on to the thread of reality anymore and let go. I fell into the pleasure so hard, so fast, that I screamed. My clit was rubbed with every move Brody made. The head of his cock nudged against the incredible places inside my pussy and Mason awakened places deep inside me I had no idea existed. All of it coalesced into a bright ball of flame that burst, exploded through my body to the tips of my fingers, to my very toes and everywhere in between.

  I heard Brody groan as he held his hips still, his cock embedded deep within me, the hot wash of his seed coating my womb. Mason plunged into me one last time and squeezed my hips almost painfully as he exhaled a breath and filled me, marking me as his.

  I lay slumped and exhausted on Brody's slick chest, too wilted to move. I could feel their cocks pulse within me as they began to catch their breath. Carefully, Mason pulled out and I winced, for while he'd been gentle, I'd been well claimed. Brody lifted me up his body enough to pull me off his spent cock and place me at his side so I used his arm as a pillow. Their seed mingled and dripped down my thighs. I felt Mason's hand on my hip as he kissed my shoulder.

  "There was no question, Laurel, from the first time we saw you, that you belonged to us," Mason told me, his voice soft.

  "You may have doubted, but we never did," Brody added. "Not once."

  I tilted my chin up to look at Brody. "How?"

  I felt him shrug his shoulders. "It was love at first sight."

  I was so replete before, but now, my heart filled. I couldn't feel anything more for these two than I did in this moment. I turned so I lay on my back and could look up at both of them.

  Mason was nodding his head in agreement. "It was Fate, our wayward bride."

  I thought about that. I'd gone out into a blizzard aiming for town, but somehow became so lost I went in the wrong direction and ended up in front of Mason and Brody's house. Not Andrew and Robert's. Not any of the other men's. It had been Fate.

  They'd found me, not only lost in the snow, but inside. They found the real me and loved me. Wanted me. Cherished me.

  I smiled up at them, knowing this all to be true. "Yes, yes, you're right. I am your wayward bride."

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