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he gave her the storm in him. His thrusts were hard and sure, and she welcomed every one.
    He went at her like he wasn’t ever going to stop.
    “God,” he gasped, suddenly lifting and slanting both their bodies another way.
    She saw why when he reached above her to grab one bedpost, which evidently was anchored well. His strokes increased in power and speed, the upcurve of his shaft ensuring his cap strafed the G-spot cushion on her front wall. Being pummeled there was an agonizing kind of heaven.
    Olivia made a sound that wasn’t a word at all.
    “God,” Anso swore again. “I can’t stop. Watching the others take you makes me crazy.”
    He didn’t seem to be suggesting it made him a bad crazy. Her head beginning to thrash, she bent one leg up and held it to give him the access and angle they both liked best. Her other arm clutched his back, the muscles of which were bunching and slicked with sweat. His prick thickened inside her.
    “Yes,” she groaned, the extra stretch doing something good-crazy to her
    nerves. “ Anso .”
    He went faster but not harder. His left hand was locked around her bottom, and he had no intention of moving it. He used his upper body to press the bend of her upraised leg tighter.
    The little shift was magic. The sharpest possible sexual sensations jabbed up her clit, almost too pleasurable to process.
    Apparently, Anso was having a similar experience.
    “Fuck,” he gasped, his hips churning helplessly into hyperspeed.
    “Fuckfuckfuck.”
    He came with a sandpapered groan. Olivia thought she’d been coming
    already, but as his seed burst hot inside her, her ecstasy leaped so high she should have had vertigo.
    He let go of the post to hold only her.
    “Unh,” he grunted, jamming himself repeatedly to her end. “Unh. Unh.”
    Because he was a were and a king, for whom every aspect of sex was heightened, his ejaculations went on for a very wonderful while.
    “Mmm,” Olivia hummed, savoring the last pleasure-spreading percussions.
    He released her up-bent leg, both of them stretching as muscles tightened by climaxes relaxed. Warmed all over with satisfaction and happiness, Olivia stroked her hands up and down his heaving back. She noticed his cock was still hard in her. Hips flexing to enjoy that, Anso rubbed his face in her outspread hair.
    “That was good,” he said throatily.
    A new weight settled on the rumpled covers to their left, followed by another one on their right.
    “I give that performance a 9.5,” Ty said.
    “Not a ten?” James quipped.
    “A good judge always leaves room for improvement.”
    Olivia smiled without opening her eyes. “You two hug it out?”
    “For now.” Ty sounded slyly pleased with himself. Olivia concluded Anso’s or something had played a part in their discussion. “Are you two majesties going to lie here forever? James and I are hungry for dinner, and Anso looks as if he needs more fuel before he starts a second round.”
    “Mmph,” said the king, pretending to be insulted. He turned his face toward her cheek so only she felt his hidden grin. Every bit of this pleased her. The balance between the four of them might not be perfect, but she was willing to bet it would always be rewarding.
    “Come on,” James coaxed, playfully tugging their entwined hair. “You know how seldom we get to eat together just the four of us.”
    Anso grumbled some more for form’s sake, but sat back from her soon
    enough.
    “Oh he did you good ,” Ty drawled when he got a look at her well fucked state.
    Smiling, Olivia teased the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. “I did him good too, Ty.”
    Her vixenish manner lifted Ty’s fair eyebrows, but James evinced no surprise.
    His laugh was as warm as it was easy. “You’re liking date night, I see.”
    “I am,” she confirmed. “And I’m liking even more that it isn’t over yet ...”

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    ABOUT THE AUTHOR
    EMMA Holly is the award-winning, USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty