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  Take me.

  Make me yours.

  In a dream, she didn’t need to state her desires out loud. This cocky creation of her imagination already knew what Brenna craved—a man who’d take control. In her deepest fantasies, the men she desired were competent in all things and arrogant enough to know it. They were dominant in the bedroom, and out of it. But that was just fantasy.

  In this dream, the stranger played just how Brenna wanted.

  Cocky and sure of himself, arrogant even.

  Brenna whispered against the stranger’s lips, “Make love to me.”

  The embers of her arousal were lit and burning, her pussy moist and throbbing, and her body needy.

  The stranger chuckled. He pulled away from the kiss and sat up, still astride Brenna’s lap. He drew back enough for them to look into each other’s eyes. Brenna was startled by how dark his eyes were—almost as if he had no irises at all.

  “You don’t do anything half-assed, do you?” the stranger asked.

  Brenna made a face, not sure exactly sure what the man referred to. In general, it was a spot-on assessment of Brenna, as if the stranger knew her well.

  The man only laughed and kissed her again.

  Brenna closed her eyes and kissed the guy back with everything she had.

  His hands roamed along Brenna’s back to the dip of her spine, then down to her ass. Strong hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her closer.

  Brenna choked on a gasp against the stranger’s lips. She could feel the stranger's hard cock, aroused and rubbing against her as if the silk sheet weren't there. Rubbing against Brenna. So close but not quite reaching where Brenna would like them to connect.

  The stranger was hard and well hung as she already knew. It was one thing to see; it was another to feel it pressed against her own aching need.

  The silk shifted over Brenna’s legs and fell away.

  The firm nude body that pushed her back into the soft mattress. It felt like the bed was swallowing them alive, and Brenna loved every moment of it.

  “Make love to me,” Brenna pleaded into the hungry mouth that devoured her. Put it inside me. I want to feel it.

  “Eager hatchling,” a voice murmured. “How sweet.”

  It sounded a lot like the man but his mouth was otherwise engaged, connecting with Brenna's. In her dreams, perhaps she heard his thoughts in in her head. Perhaps he heard her thoughts also.

  “I’m not…” Brenna’s mind fogged. What wasn’t she? Sweet? She couldn’t remember. She pushed her hips, desperate for more.

  He moved, and his hand made contact with Brenna's aching pussy. It was confident, sure-of-itself contact that brushed over Brenna's hard clit, found its way through her now very wet lips, and plunged into her. The friction and stretch were neither too light or too much. It was enough to make Brenna gasp.

  The stranger moved and twisted his fingers, sending the most amazing sensations through Brenna's body.

  What the fuck? She had never been touched this way.

  Brenna felt beyond herself with pleasure.

  “Not what?” the man asked in a hot whisper. His mouth and tongue ate hungrily at Brenna's face, jaw, and neck.

  “Not…” Brenna trailed off. She didn’t know what to say, so she kissed the guy passionately again.

  The stranger chuckled into her mouth.

  He drove Brenna crazy with his essence.

  His fuck-me-senseless-please sexiness. His cocky, sure-of-himself charisma. His audacity and arrogant posture, as if he’d never known rejection.

  Brenna didn’t know his name, or where they were, or if they would ever see each other again, but the man got under her skin. The haughty manner of his chuckles, as if he knew what Brenna wanted and needed, made her prickle with irritation. And desire. She wanted to kiss him until all hints of smugness were gone, and they were both delirious with the need for each other.

  And this was her dream.

  He was in her mind and only there because she wanted him to be.

  Drawing back, the stranger wedged a knee between Brenna’s legs, prizing her thighs apart. Not that she was offering any resistance.

  Leaving a cooling wet patch behind, as he moved, the stranger’s cock parted from Brenna, who wished that it would come back. She needed that touch. With or without silk separating them.

  “Take me,” Brenna pleaded again, unable to resist.

  The man sank his fingers in a little deeper, twisting them, causing Brenna to gasp.

  “Do you realize what this means if you go through with this?” the stranger asked.

  Orgasms? A sore channel? Brenna didn’t understand what the man was getting at and didn’t much care.

  His voice a deep rumble, with a hint of an unidentifiable sing-song accent.

  But it wasn't his voice.

  It was like his voice but it didn't come from him.

  Looking about the room Brenna noted they were surrounded by dark shadows. For some reason it never occurred to her they weren't alone. She'd fixated on the first person she saw, but now that she looked, there were more men in the gloom.

  They were not alone.

  Two men came forward from the shadows, one either side of her. They were both dressed like the first stranger, in smart black clothes. They looked so much like him they may have been related, possibly brothers or cousins.

  “Mm…answer me, hatchling,” the stranger to her right urged her. “Do you realize what this means if you go through with this?”

  Brenna shook her head and collapsed back into the pillow. “No.”

  The stranger to the left sat on the bed, his weight making it sink a little in that direction. “We all want you as much as you want us.”

  The man with his fingers inside her curled them just a little as if she needed reminding that they were there. “We know you want us.”

  “I want you.” Brenna couldn't hide what she knew the man could feel, the extent of her arousal, but embarrassment kept her from speaking to the newcomers.

  The man to her right didn't move as close but stood away. “Mate with one of us and it means forever,” he said in a low whisper.

  Despite how strange that comment would’ve sounded at any other time, Brenna was too full of lust and need to pay it any attention. She struggled to understand what was going on, but she knew that if what they shared was forever, she had no complaints. The stranger knew how to play her body, and she ached for him in a way she'd never known before. So, his friends were watching. It was a dream and not the first time she'd had exhibitionist fantasies.

  If it would always be like this, Brenna would never want anyone else. “I want you,” she moaned.

  “And you have no idea how much I want you,” the first stranger replied his voice sounded as needy as she felt.

  And you have no idea how much I want you…

  Who didn’t like feeling wanted and desirable? And wanted by three sexy guys even better. Not that Brenna had ever done anything like that except in her fantasies.

  Their kisses grew more passionate. Brenna lifted her ass as she offered herself and thrust up against him.

  Take me.

  The stranger chuckled against her lips again, as if reading her thoughts, but he pulled away instead, withdrawing his fingers from within.

  He kissed down her body, all too briefly brushing over her sensitive nipples before he moved lower, stroking his face against Brenna's stomach on the way.

  Taking a firm hold of the back of Brenna's thighs, the man moved between her legs and nuzzled first his nose and then his tongue against Brenna’s erogenous area.

  The sudden, surprising turn of events made Brenna’s channel flood with moisture and her clit throb, eager for his touch. “Oh yes,” escaped from her mouth.

  She wondered if the other men might join them. The one stayed sitting to one side and watching intently. The other remained standing just at the edge of the shadows. Brenna felt gratified to see a significant bulge at his crotch.

 
The first stranger ran his tongue all over Brenna’s labia, inside and out, one end to the other. Working around Brenna's clitoris and back down to her hole. Brenna longed to be filled again. Longed for his large dick to fill her. Longed to feel him thrusting in her.

  The man’s hands and tongue went everywhere. Almost. On her ass, pulling her pussy lips open and her ass cheeks apart. Holding her legs apart and raising them until the calves rested on his shoulders. Stroking her clit, labia and right back to the rear, where he stroked over Brenna's puckered hole.

  All plenty to push Brenna further toward ecstasy, but insufficient to satisfy her need. Not enough speed and pressure just where she needed it.

  Melting in a pool of desire and insatiable lust, he took Brenna to a place so erotic, it existed beyond orgasm. She couldn’t ever remember feeling so aroused.

  And never before an audience.

  The wet tongue licking her inside and out, took her to a point where she’d do anything, confess to anything, agree to anything. All of those dirty fantasies she usually kept private, she'd share them. She’d tell all and indulge in anything with this sexy stranger.

  “More. Give me more,” Brenna moaned when a finger probed her, alongside the tongue that teased at the entrance to her vagina. “This is too much. I want you in me, please,” she begged. The tonguing had turned her on more than enough for anything.

  “My eager chick.” The sexy voice, it was him this time. The warm breath. The strange words. They all wafted over her skin like another touch, turning her on even more.

  Enter me.

  Fuck me.

  Make me come.

  The stranger sat back on the bed. “If we breed, you must know it’s forever.”

  Brenna looked down at the stranger’s cock standing proud. Its round head soaked with precum. She’d like to taste, but not now.

  “Hatchling, is that what you want?”

  Hoping to get what she desperately wanted, Brenna didn't know where the strange words originated, but they came from her lips. “Yes. Breed me.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  The man swung a leg over Brenna’s stomach; it was strange, she'd never experienced such a position. She suspected this stranger could show her many new things. She wasn't going to over think it, however, because his cock was rubbing over her clit right then.

  The dark-haired man rubbed them simultaneously together with one hand, and at the same time he buried many fingers inside Brenna and began to finger fuck her in earnest.

  It felt primal, naughty, and electrifying. Fingered in this way instead of being fucked, gave the man next to them a perfect bird's eye view of her aroused wet pussy. He'd see it throb if she came like this. He had a ringside seat to a live sex show.

  Brenna drew in shaking breaths, driven out of her mind with need. She wanted the stranger's cock in her.

  Wanted the stranger to know her. Really know her. Know her in ways that few people ever would.

  To know how to make Brenna come and come.

  To know that when she was taken just right Brenna could squirt. She'd been known to soak beds, and carpets, and chairs.

  To know all of Brenna's innermost fantasies and enable her to realize them. Fantasies Brenna never told anyone.

  Brenna dated; she didn't have anonymous hookups, or public sex, or sleep around, or perform in sex shows, except in her fantasies.

  Dreams while asleep made everything acceptable.

  She wasn’t a slut, not generally, despite this behavior, this one-off activity in her sleep. Living her deepest subconscious desires vicariously through sleep—desires of being fucked and bred by a sexy stranger.

  They fooled around like that until Brenna was breathless and her pussy throbbed. The slit wet with her arousal. The slick juice seeped onto the sticky sheet beneath her.

  Brenna burned with lust.

  The stranger's fingers brought relief like nothing else.

  “Oh my god,” Brenna breathed. Her body quivering. She was on the very edge of an orgasm that threatened to crash over her like a wave. A massive tsunami. “Oh my god.”

  “Shh, hatchling,” the stranger whispered. “You’re fine. It will all be fine.”

  “You're so good.” Brenna squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart hammered against her sternum. “Please, put your cock inside me. Use me. I want you.”

  It felt so right even though it was so wrong to let a stranger take her like this.

  No names exchanged.

  Knowing nothing about each other.

  Full penetration with no mention of condoms. The stranger had to give her more.

  Slutty.

  It seemed very real. And hot. And erotic.

  “Mmm.” The stranger hummed. “You want more of this?” he asked. Calm and in control as if offering more bread to accompany a meal. A statement, although the tone of his voice posed it as a question.

  Without waiting for an answer, the man swung his body into a new position. His legs between hers as he hovered over her. He dragged the head of his cock over her clit and between her labia, lining it up for full penetration.

  She sighed in anticipation.

  He pushed into her. Slowly. Deeply.

  Out of her mind, Brenna lost her logical facilities.

  She drew in a sharp breath. So close. She tried to thrust upwards. She just needed more. Harder and faster now. Greedy and needy.

  The stranger held back.

  The damn frustrating devil.

  Desperate begging ensued. “Yes! Give me more. Please. Make me come.”

  Brenna couldn't remember ever begging before, and she liked it. “I'm so close."

  “Mm. Well, now I know what you want,” he replied and he thrust deep into her.

  Brenna panted with need. “Yes please, god please, please, please. Fill me.” She recited as if saying a prayer.

  “Well, if you insist.” Still, the voice sounded unbelievably calm and in control. How cocky the man sounded as if he didn’t care about anything.

  The second time he pushed in, fully all the way in, Brenna moaned loudly. She'd experienced nothing like it before. It must've been the biggest damned cock in the world. She gasped and twitched.

  And it banged against where she needed to feel it.

  There was no more conversation. Communication between them happened on a physical level. The stranger worked into her, rocking and bringing amazing sensations.

  The touches and thrusts seemed dirty and desperate and yet…respectful.

  Brenna groaned as his body also rubbed against her clit with every in and out movement.

  The way she felt right then, Brenna doubted that she’d ever had good sex before—no one had ever done these things quite like this. Adrenalin and great joyful emotions converted her from a wallflower to a slut who’d lost all inhibitions, and she loved it.

  She thought about what the other guys were getting out of it Whether they liked to just watch or whether they planned to take a turn. That part of her dream had yet to unfold.

  Elation and blissful fulfilment built in tandem inside her, bound her to the moment with the stranger in ways she’d never imagined possible.

  The man knew her in a way that no one else did, and few would understand.

  Brenna didn’t know the guy’s name, but their souls knew each other. The way their sensual sexuality fit and worked together had to mean something.

  All other outside forces slipped away. Brenna was wrapped up in the stranger, who was in turn wrapped inside her. Judging by the hitched way the stranger breathed, the sentiment was mutual. And somehow that she couldn't understand, this involved the other two men as well.

  “I’m going to seed you, hatchling,” the stranger whispered hotly in Brenna’s ear. “I want you to take it for me. I want you to carry it inside you.”

  She never expected the cool-as-a-cucumber stranger to say such words. No one had ever spoken to her like that before, and Brenna’s cheeks burned red. She’d never done something like this before, this fantasy
role play or whatever it was. It turned her the hell on. “Please, please—I want it.”

  The final lurch curled in Brenna’s gut, and she opened her lips in a silent “Oh,” unable to do anything else. Giving way to shuddering jerks and moans.

  “Take it,” the stranger muttered, his voice strangled as he lost just a little of that self-control. “It’s all for you. All of it.” The stranger thrust, burying the seed within.

  Brenna gasped, “Oh my god.” Those words. Sexy dirty talk in her ear. She liked it a lot.

  A stranger had come inside her, and it was so wrong, it was right. “Oh god.” She threw her head back and choked out a noise of delight. Release rolled through her, like an unstoppable wave.

  Aware of her channel squeezing tight around the cock, contractions pushing against it, her gushing cum juices washing around the intrusion.

  The stranger held his position, thrusting into Brenna’s willing, wanton body.

  She’d never get enough of this feeling of satisfaction.

  “Hatchling?” one of the three strangers asked softly in her ear.

  Brenna lifted her head slowly. “Yes?”

  But when she opened her eyes, the strangers had gone.

  Morning light streamed in through the bedroom window. Brenna was alone in the guest bedroom back in Dr. Kilpatrick’s house. She lay on her stomach. Her pajamas were wet from her orgasm. She rarely had such vivid sex-dreams, she wished she’d never woken up.

  A sure sign she should think about finding a boyfriend.

  She looked around the bedroom, at the old antique furniture stuffed into every available spot. Nothing in it resembled what she’d seen in her dream. So realistic, and yet, obviously all in her head.

  Grateful she was alone in the house, Brenna blushed and slipped out of bed. She headed for the bathroom down the hall. While cleaning up, she washed thoughts of the dream away with the soapy water and returned to her bedroom to dress. Having barely recovered from her weird experiences of the day before, Brenna hoped that today would be more mundane.

  She left her room to head down for breakfast before tackling essential domestic tasks. Namely, laundry and investigating the air conditioning. She couldn't put it off any longer. Obviously, the heat was getting to her.