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between the cheeks of her ass. The tongue’s pointed tip teased her puckered hole and Anya let loose a string of silent expletives. Soft laughter rolled over her, prickling her skin, the rush of water stinging.
    “Why me?” The question burned sudden, sharp, and her belly coiled tight with need at the licking tongue pressing hard between her cheeks. The pressure, the promise of that clever tongue had her empty and aching. She wanted more of them, filling her, fucking her.
    “Your flesh is beautiful, succulent, rich. And you enjoy us.”
    “Who are you?”
    “Energy. Unity. The Yalene.”
    Hands gripped her hips, and the press of male hips against hers and the slide of a thick cock over her pussy had her moaning. He pushed, pushed harder, sliding into her and a collective groan, hers, theirs, washed over her, rising above the splash of the water.
    “What do you want from me?”
    “To explore you, your energy. And especially to do this…”
    The hard thrust of the cock had her gasping, the hands still gripping her wrists and ankles holding her firm. It broke into a bone-melting rhythm with the tongue stealing into her ass in hot, twisting curls.
    “We want to hold you and fuck you, Anya.” His voice had dropped and the low growl flickered fire under her skin. “We claim you. You’re ours.”
    Anya fought to focus, to deny the spirals of need pulsing out from her belly, the need that had her breath short and her chest tight. The mouths on her breasts sucked and licked, their soft, satisfied growls firing through her. By everything unholy, they were driving her insane. “Yours…?” And she had to ask again. “Why?”
    Hot laughter burned over her wet skin. “ We’ve never known a creature like you, so responsive, so willing to let us do anything, everything… You’re addictive.” The hands tightened on her hips and the thrusts became faster, harder, the ridges on its length sparking though her blood, curling the need wanting to tear through her. “Now silence and let us love you.”
    Warm hands slid over her jaw and caught in the wild strands of her hair. Lips brushed hers in a slow exploration, a tongue teasing across her teeth. He deepened the kiss and Anya almost groaned. All of them had the most talented tongues… “How many of you are there?”
    “As many as you need.”
    Anya’s blood fired at the thought and the hands, the mouths teasing, playing with her body increased until every inch of her burned with someone’s touch and still they fucked her, warm flesh pressing against her, surrounding her, invading her.
    She met the wild kiss, the only way she could respond to the insanity overwhelming her body. There was no taste of warning coal, only exotic spice and heat, and he met her tongue, teeth, lips with a desperation that matched her own, strong hands cupping her head, holding her. The pressure low in her belly tightened, coiled and the ache to come, grew, deepened.
    The cock pounded her, the tongue in her ass pushing in, deep, deep and then—Anya moaned—flicking—
    Her world exploded in a violent wave of light and heat, too many hands and mouths driving her trembling body through it and onto another wild, surging release. She screamed into the mouth covering hers and felt the final judder of his hips, filling her, mixing with her. Slowly, slowly, she came to her senses, rough palms easing over her, soothing her, letting her hands fall to strong shoulders as the kiss slowed, softened and melted through her.
    A hard body pressed to her breasts, her belly, another to her spine and the two men wrapped around her, warming her, nuzzling her mouth, her shoulders, neck. Anya sighed, sliding her hands over the lithe perfection of the man who kissed her.
    “Would you like us again?”
    The voices all sounded eerily similar. Already hard cocks pressed against her belly and backside. Anya, her eyes still tightly shut, bit at his lower lip. “Really?”
    The man at her back, whose fingers teased down