Forbidden Mate by Stacey Espino

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something so sensual she went weak in the knees. This was a new level of kink
for Helen. How could a man’s teeth puncturing her skin make her ready to beg
for more? And how were his teeth so sharp?
    “I love your tits,” said Targus, his voice nearly a
growl. They were both so rough around the edges, real men. The fact they wanted
her so desperately made her eager to give them exactly what they demanded. She
imagined they’d fight for what they wanted and win. There was something about
their raw masculinity that turned her on to the point she could barely think
straight. She blamed her temporary insanity on the dual invasion of her body. It
was unreal. For some reason they were both touching her, both determined to
make her body blaze hotter. She succumbed to their seduction, needing to take
things to the next level.
    After Wesley left her hanging in the forest, she’d
given up on trying to find him a second time. He’d walked out on her in the
peak of passion, and her body still heating from the memories of their
encounter.
    Then Marco disappeared into the forest in the
morning rather than talk with her. All the rejection made the new attention all
the more satisfying. She never wanted them to stop crowding her with their broad
shoulders and hard muscles. They both smelled delicious, an earthy, musky
scent.
    “How do you feel, little one?” Marco ran his finger
over the bite mark on her neck before kissing her lips. She wasn’t prepared for
such intimacy, but the kiss held as much power as the sun. Helen closed her
eyes and just allowed her body to feel. Her pussy throbbed in deep, desperate
waves and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She might regret giving in to
her fantasies by morning, but tonight she wanted to enjoy every minute with Marco
and Targus.
    As she kissed Marco, Targus lifted her sweater and
peeled back the cup of her bra. His mouth was hot and moist as he suckled her
breast. The dual stimulation made her clit swell and pulse, liquid heat slowly
escaping down her inner thigh. She felt so naughty and uninhibited.
    One of them began unbuttoning her jeans. Her anxiety
increased when she realized they weren’t playing, and she’d likely be fucking
two men tonight. It both excited and terrified her. What scared her more than
the unknown was the thought of walking away when the tour ended. She felt
connected to the forest, the town, and these men. Helen was living her own
personal fairy tale. She just hoped it had a happily ever after.
    “She’s ripe,” said Targus. He stood up and tugged
off his shirt.
    Her eyes went wide. Helen wanted to touch him, to
run her hands over all those smooth muscles. But she stayed rooted in place,
allowing the men to dominate her body. She was having an out of body
experience, watching a show where she couldn’t possibly be the star. But she
was.
    “Take your clothes off, Helen. Or do you want me to
do it for you?”
    She did as he asked, pulling her sweater off over
her head. Her hair fanned down over her back, tickling her sensitized skin. It
felt good to get the stifling material off her body.
    Marco growled, more animal
than man. It surprised her for a moment, but she soon forgot her concern when
he reached around her to unfasten her bra. His forearms were rock hard, his
biceps impossibly thick. She felt so tiny and feminine between his capable
arms. “Mine,” he said, tugging her over to the sofa before pressing her face
down over the side. He was rougher than Targus, and while it excited her
dormant sexuality, it also scared her a bit. She felt him attempt to tug down her
jeans as he kept her pinned in place, her cheek against the cushions.
    “Relax, Marco. She’s fucking human.”
    Did Targus think he was treating her like an animal?
At least his concern put her nerves more at ease.
    “It’s been a long time. I’m trying.”
    “I won’t let you hurt her,” warned Targus.
    The pressure from Marco’s hand softened. He finished
unbuttoning her