Page 93

We both groaned at what he found there. He slid his fingers through my wetness, meeting no resistance whatsoever. He pulled back for a moment, looking into my eyes and searching them, as if for answers to what he'd found.

"You're so fucking wet."

He said the words like he couldn’t believe he could provoke such a reaction. I smiled and nodded. “Of course, I am.”

"So let’s get these off," Brandon said, reaching down for my underwear.

"You first." I looked at the two of them, both of them wearing considerably more clothes than me. They moved to obey, and I watched Hawk’s naked form emerge.

Damn, he was hot. The long fall of dark hair was the only soft thing on him, his body a picture of well-muscled male beauty.

I wanted to close the gap between us, trace that vein up and over his hip and see if I could actually wrap my fingers around that thick cock.

I heard the sounds of Brandon stripping, my eyes rolling for a second when I felt that warm presence at my back.

I reached behind to run my hand down his body, but he grabbed it with his wrist.

"Focus."

I'd obviously seen Hawk before, but my breath still caught in my chest when he stepped free of his clothes.

His head jerked up when he heard the sound, and a pleased smile spread across his face.

His hand strayed to his cock as his eyes raked down my body, giving it a couple of long slow strokes.

I closed the gap between us, placing my hand over his.

I wanted to be the one to make the veins stand out starkly along its length.

He stared into my eyes as he pulled his fingers away, his lips dropping open slightly the moment my fingers closed around him.

"Jules..." My name was a whisper on the wind as he pulled me hard against him. "Can't do that. Too fucking close. Your body, your scent, it's driving me fucking nuts. I'm only just holding myself back from pushing you down on the bed and shoving myself into you."

I felt a stab of pleasure inside me as I saw just that in my mind.

"Do it."

"Jules..." Brandon said.

I ignored him, staring into the other man's eyes. "Do it."

Right then, that's exactly what I wanted.

We didn't have massive amounts of drama in my relationships, communication being key, but sometimes it felt like fucking by committee.

Was this OK? Was I OK? I needed to take someone else's cock before Aaron to warm me up, or let the guys give me multiple orgasms and get me relaxed enough it wouldn't hurt.

It was safe, sane, and consensual. But right now, I felt a prickle along my spine—part fear, part arousal.

What would it be like, to have someone force me down on the bed, hand on the back of my neck as he forced his way inside me?

Hawk's nostrils flared, his eyes hardening as he breathed me in.

"Hawk," Brandon said. I could hear him shifting, but that wasn't where my focus was. Hawk’s hands locked around my arms like twin vices, and I liked the bite.

I dimly heard Brandon's complaints as Hawk threw me down on the bed, his body covering mine, hard and heavy.

For a moment, the Tirians in my mind came to a stop, green eyes searching each other in the darkness, their backs arching slightly as they each regarded the other.

I felt his fingers between my legs as his mouth came down on mine, his tongue going down my throat as they pushed inside me.

His lips dropped to my neck as my back arched at the brutal onslaught, my gasps now free to fill the room as his teeth dug into my neck. He was dragging me higher, my clit throbbing as his thumb rubbed across it in time with his thrusts.

"Oh yeah," I said when Hawk finally pulled away, stroking his cock from where he knelt between my legs.

"Stop!" Brandon snapped. "You're going to hurt her."

"Never," Hawk said chin lifting. I'd not seen many similarities between him and Jack, but I saw it now. "I wore her scent until Jack made me wash my bloody face. I just want another taste."

My head tipped backwards as he slung my legs over his shoulders, tugging me to the edge of the bed. I felt his lips, his beard on my thighs, then my cunt. My head rolled back at the sensation, and I found myself staring at Brandon.

"You can't control everything," I said in a low rumble. "Sex is about losing control sometimes, something you need to do too. Even if he hurts me, I'm stronger than both of you. Stop being afraid for me, and be with me."

Brandon’s eyes held mine for an interminable amount of time.

I watched his every reaction as I began to lose it.

Hawk ate me like he was starved, burying his face into me and thrusting his tongue deep inside, he sucked on me rhythmically.

Brandon seemed to take in every response before leaping across the bed, shoving Hawk backwards and clambering between my legs.

"Get up at her head, feed her your cock. "

"She wraps her lips around me, I'm not gonna be able to last," Hawk grated.

"Do it, and don't you fucking dare come." Brandon's teeth were bared. When he looked down at me, his hand slammed down beside my head. "You want wild? Sweetheart, I've got you covered."

My ankles were rearranged to be resting on his shoulders as he moved over me, leaving me open and vulnerable.

His head twisted a little as he rubbed the head of his cock against my folds, then he surged forward before I had the time to adjust. He was usually much more careful.

He wasn't as massive as some of the guys, but he was still way bigger than anything I'd seen before coming here.

Instead of slow rocking movements, he forced his way in.

My fingers clawed at the bedspread. The stretch was amazing and awful all at the same time, but the throb of my clit sealed the deal. I thrust back against him, and he groaned when he bottomed out.

"Cock in her mouth, now," he said with a shudder.

"You OK...?" Hawk's question trailed away as I leaned back, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock.

“No more asking permission, remember?”

His eyes darkened at that, his growl low in his throat as I licked along his length. He took over, pushing past my lips and down my throat.

I swallowed him down, but the bulbous head of his cock was forced further by Brandon's strokes. For a moment, I felt fear, that something so big and foreign was being pushed somewhere it’d never been before.

Well, not that far down. But as my throat convulsed around Hawk’s cock, struggling to admit or reject him, my cunt did the same.

“Fuck, so fucking tight,” Brandon gasped, hammering into me. His thumb rubbed rhythmically against my clit.

“Get her there. I can’t take much more of this,” Hawk said.

In theory, I was in a position of vulnerability.

Laid out between the two men, one on each end, I was caught on the spike of each of them and at the mercy of their thrusts.

But I felt the shake in Hawk’s thigh as he moved, felt his fingers digging into my shoulders as he fought to moderate his movements.

I heard the rasp of Brandon’s voice, the increasingly spasmodic hitch of hips as he pounded himself into me.

I wasn’t being fucked, I was taking them into me, absorbing all that they were and all that they gave me, and my body came alive.

“Fuck, what is that?” Brandon asked, slowing momentarily, but I moved my hips, curled my leg around his, and forced him on.

“She’s glowing.”

And they were coming. I moved between them, the link that bound us all together.

My cunt, my throat, all flexing in time with their movements.

I tugged them along, I could feel it—that final swelling, as a man’s cock goes super hard, just before orgasm.

And their pleasure was my pleasure. I rode my own hurtling ascent to orgasm along with theirs, feeling the desperation with which they tried to hold off but lured closer and closer by the undulations of my body.

Hawk yanked his cock from my mouth, and I had a front-row seat to watching it throb with anticipation, his jaw flexing as he fought for control.

“Here, now,” Brandon snarled, jerking my attention back. “Come, Jules.”

I was about to yell something at him, tell him my body didn’t operate on his timetable. But then he shifted his angle, his thumb rubbing over my clit, faster and faster. Hawk’s fingers cruelly tightened around my nipples, and my whole body stiffened as the pressure rose and rose.

“Fuck!” Brandon collapsed on top of me as we came, the glow of my body contagious as we both pulsed together.

The pleasure I felt was less physical and more this huge diaphanous cloud that spread out and out, until it filled the room.

A terrible rightness settled over me, an echo of the feeling of completion I’d felt when bonding Slade and Finn.

In the darkness of my mind, Brandon’s Tirian rested his head on the shoulder of mine, grey on grey.

“You sure now’s not the right time?” I asked him as it felt like we hovered outside our bodies, clouds of sensation somehow tied to each other.

“No, never sure. Especially now.” I dimly felt his lips on mine. “Maybe I just want to enjoy this, be your lover rather than your mate for a bit longer.”

What burned inside my chest, it was fierce but undemanding.

It needed Brandon to be a part of it but felt his coming was as inevitable as the sun, so there was no pain, no anguish at his words.

“I love you,” I said. They were superfluous, we floated right now in the bond we shared, lit from within by that love.

But somehow, I needed it to be out there.

I saw the glow in Brandon’s chest flare brighter for a moment, and knew I was right to say it.

“And I, you. Always, always, always, love. I am yours.”

We both turned when I felt Hawk’s hand on my hip.

“Look at him,” Brandon rasped. “It’s like he’s seen the face of the Great Wolf herself.”