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When he finally crawled up the bed and settled his hips over hers, her heart was racing out of control.

She hadn’t even noticed him donning the condom, but she felt the rubbery latex sliding against her thighs.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss that she felt all the way to her toes.

His cock brushed against her and she tried not to tense as she felt him slowly enter her.

Her body stretched to accommodate him, but it still hurt.

It didn’t just burn, as he broke through her hymen, it hurt like hell.

She couldn’t stifle her cry of pain and he stopped, frozen over her, a look in his eyes that told her that he was terrified of causing her more pain.

He didn’t move for the longest time, but as her body adjusted to his size, she curled her hands over his shoulders.

“You can move again,” she said.

“It’s hurting you too much. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“Do you want me?” she asked.

“More than anything.”

“Then take me. I may be sore afterward, but I know you need to claim me to make me your mate. And I know Burn will need to do the same thing. Time is not on our side right now.”

“I promise we’ll make this up to you.”

He took her slowly, his body tense. When he reached between their bodies and played with her clit, the pain lessened and she began to enjoy herself a bit more.

By the time he was sliding into her hard and fast, the pain was just a memory and her body was tightening, reaching for her first orgasm.

Crash nuzzled her neck and licked her shoulder.

As he pounded into her, she let herself go and cried out when her orgasm took her breath away.

She felt Crash bite into her shoulder and then he tensed over her and groaned.

It wasn’t quite what she’d pictured her first time would be like, but she didn’t have any complaints.

Crash had done his best to make things special for her and had taken more time than most men would have.

He eased out of her and got rid of the condom.

Burn sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms, just holding her. Her heart still raced out of control.

“Why don’t we take a break?” Burn suggested. “You should rest before we take things any further.”

Willow shook her head. “I want to belong to both of you. What if something happens? What if you get called away?”

“She has a point,” Crash said.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Burn said. “Your body needs some time to heal before I take you. I don’t want you to feel pain when I’m inside you.”

She swallowed, knowing he was right about the pain. She was very tender and sore, but it had been worth it. “Can you do it quickly? Just this one time?”

“If that’s what you want. God knows I’m hard enough for you that if you touched me I’d probably come. I wanted to love you all night long, nice and slow, but like you said, time is not our friend right now.”

“Claim me, Burn. Make me yours.”

He nodded. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She blushed but did as he said. Willow felt him climb onto the bed behind her, his body brushing against hers.

There were no tender touches this time, even though his grasp was light.

He did place a kiss in the center of her back before he worked his cock inside of her.

He wasn’t quite as big as Crash so it didn’t hurt as much.

There was still a burn, but no sharp pain this time.

Burn took her, slowly at first and then faster.

Willow felt her body straining for release again.

As the burn faded, intense sensations rolled over her.

She moaned as he braced himself over her, felt his lips along her shoulder, the opposite side from Crash’s bite.

His tongue stroked her skin, and as he came, he bit down, sending her rolling into her own orgasm.

Burn slid from her body and disposed of the condom before cuddling her close. “I’m sorry that was so fast. You deserved better than that.”

“In case you missed it, I enjoyed that. I won’t lie; it hurt at first, but then it felt really good.”

Crash joined them on the bed, cuddling Willow between them. It felt right, lying in the middle of them like this, as if she’d finally come home. The bite marks on her shoulders hurt a little, but she smiled as she thought about what they meant.

“You’re in a good mood,” Crash said.

“I just realized we’re officially mated. That makes you my husbands, right?”

“In a matter of speaking. We can’t officially be your husbands though. Well, not both of us,” Burn said. “Crash is older by two minutes, so if you want to legally marry one of us, it should be him.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said. “I used to dream that Prince Charming would ride up on a white horse, or rather a white motorcycle, and steal me away from the Black Daggers, carrying me off to safety and making me his princess.”

“Settle for being our queen?” Burn asked.

She smiled and snuggled into both of them. “How much time until we have to go back?”

“We have a while. Why don’t you soak in the tub again? It will help with the soreness. While you do that, we’ll order some lunch to be delivered to the room. Do you have a preference?” Crash asked.

“Anything is fine. I was always given scraps, so whatever you want to order will be wonderful.”

She could tell her words infuriated the brothers, but she knew they were angry on her behalf and not angry with her. It would take some time to get used to being important to someone, as more than just a bargaining chip.

Burn slid out of bed and helped her to her feet. Crash ran a bath for her, then they both kissed her and went back to the bedroom to put on some clothes and order their lunch. Burn made sure he pulled the bathroom door shut when a knock sounded at the door signaling their food had arrived.

As Willow dried off, she realized that in a way, all of her dreams had come true. She had two princes instead of one, but they had rescued her in every way that mattered, and she hoped that she’d never disappoint them.