Jory Strong - Elven Surrender

She begged. She pleaded. She impaled herself on Wraith’s cock as soon as he lay down on the bed.

Even lying beneath her, he still dominated. His kiss was a carnal demand that left her whimpering, pleading with her lips and tongue, with the softness of her body for him to let her have Tynan, too.

She shivered when Wraith’s hands stroked down her back and settled on her buttocks, parting them, using her own arousal to lubricate her back entrance for his brother. She cried out at the feel of Tynan’s cock head pressed against her opening, shuddered as he fought his way in, stretching her, making her feel full of magic and man.

It was dark fantasy and pure eroticism, to be taken by both of them, to hold their cocks inside her in shared intimacy. She moaned between them, felt as if her skin could no longer contain her emotions.

“You’re ours,”Tynan said. “Completely ours. For always.”

“Tell us,” Wraith demanded.

“I’m yours. For always,” she whispered, her inner muscles tightening on their cocks, sucking at them, pleading with them to start thrusting.

Tynan kissed her shoulder and neck, almost unable to bear the incredible sensation of being inside her at the same time as Wraith. Heat and magic radiated from her core, reaching with an insistence that could no longer be ignored. It was time.

He began the spell and Wraith joined in, their words spoken in a seamless blending of voices. It was torture to remain still, but at the same time, it was darkly erotic to feel his brother’s cock alongside his, separated by only a thin barrier.

They were both straining, nearly panting by the time the final words of the spell were said. Between them, Silver whimpered and shivered and begged for them to fuck her. There was no choice but to answer her pleas.

Groans and feminine cries of pleasure filled the room. Hips jerked as hands and mouths roamed. Flesh pressed and rubbed desperately against flesh.

Lust burned through their veins, pooled until there was only thrusting, retreating, claiming—the shouted sounds of unparalleled release as orgasm slammed through them and the magic that had been unleashed took them under.

They were still clinging to each other, still breathing heavily and trembling with spent passion when consciousness returned.

Silver felt different. Alive. Magical.

Around her colors seemed more vibrant. The air pulsed with potential.

She rubbed her cheek against Wraith’s, lazily stroked upward until her fingers could tease the delicate tip of his ear. He bucked and grunted, started to harden against her belly.

Behind her Tynan chuckled. He rose onto his elbow, smoothed the hair away from her face before taking her earlobe into his mouth.

Her nipples tightened instantly, became hard knots against Wraith’s muscled chest. “Again?” she asked, amazed at how quickly they could recover, thrilled by how often they wanted her.

“Always,”Tynan said, releasing her earlobe.

Fire streaked through her when his mouth closed around the top of her ear. He sucked and laved, traced the shape of it with his tongue until sudden understanding made her go rigid with shock.

When her fingers replaced his mouth in exploring the pointed tip, he said, “Forgive us for making you elf without asking you first. It was the only way to keep you with us and make you ours.”

Disbelief. Hope. Fear. Joy. So many emotions cascaded through her at once that she was left mute.

Wraith leaned in. He kissed her gently, reverently. “We’ll spend a lifetime ensuring your happiness. Tell us we’re forgiven for not allowing you a choice. The window of opportunity for changing you was small and so much was at stake.”

Silver’s heart grew full. She could come to love these men, deeply, irrevocably—she already felt the first stirrings of it.

“I forgive you,” she said, reaching for him only to still when she saw her palm.

The Mark was gone.

“Let us show you true magic,”Tynan whispered, his lips going to the sensitive tip of her ear again, his cock hard and ready against her buttocks.

Wraith’s eyes darkened with an erotic storm. He took her hand, placed a kiss on her palm. “Surrender to us,” he demanded. “Your destiny is to be our wife.”

“Yes,” Silver whispered, more than willing to embrace a future with them, to share her bed with Wraith and Tynan wrapping her in love and security.

Jory has been writing since childhood and has never outgrown being a daydreamer. When she’s not hunched over her computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, she can usually be found reading, riding her horses, or hiking with her dogs.

Jory welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.