I catch a glimpse of the most wicked smile I’ve ever seen – kind of wicked-scary which is worse than Chaos’ wicked-mischief – before he spins me so quickly I don’t get a chance to argue. Suddenly, I’m pushed flat against the door that Chaos is struggling to get out of.
“Chaos, stop. My face is against the door,” I call.
“Two options,” Darkness says, pressing himself against my back.
Clearly, he heard everything and listened long enough to get himself very excited because his length is digging into my ass through his pants.
“You get some clothes on and pretend like nothing happened,” he says, running his splayed hand down the side of my body as if he’s sure I’m going to choose that option, and he’s savoring this contact.
“Or?” I ask.
“Or you let me join in.”
Oh, I like that option better.
Both guys remain silent.
“You choose, Vexy,” Chaos says from inside the larder.
“That one, let’s do that one, option number two.”
Darkness takes me by the shoulders, turning me to face him.
“Both of us?” he checks.
I grab the front of his pants, pull the tie, grip the ankle between my toes, and enjoy the swish of fabric as I force them down.
“Don’t make me think twice about this,” I tell him. “My answer is yes.”
Behind me, Chaos lets out an echo, “Yes!”
The room blurs, and I’m off the door for barely a second before Chaos lets himself out – fully naked. Clearly, he used his time in there wisely.
“I want to be inside her,” he says. “I was there first.”
I chuckle, letting Darkness manhandle me once again. I’ve discovered I like Darkness manhandling me. I like the way he grips my waist in his ice cold hands and guides my ass in hard against his hips, slamming against me a few times before he’s even inside me.
“No,” he growls at Chaos. “My turn.”
Damn. I like that too – even though it makes me sound like an object. But an object they want. I like being wanted.
Chaos groans as Darkness bends my body forwards and thrusts himself inside me. Filling me so suddenly that I gasp and reach for the nearest support…
Which happens to be Chaos’ dick. Which offers nothing in support, and everything in distraction because fuck, Darkness is big.
I moan, gasp, then lower my mouth over Chaos to muffle the variety of other sounds slipping from my over excited mind.
So, so, very, very excited.
Between Darkness at my ass and Chaos’ fingers in my hair we find a rhythm, and their pleasure steadily leaks into being my pleasure.
I’ve been with two men before. I’m a whole two-hundred-and-seventy years old, so I’ve done a lot before. But never two orgasms. All the work with Chaos becomes his responsibility, him pulling and pushing at my head, as I fall into the build of pleasure.
Again.
A-chuckin’-gain.
“Vexy,” Chaos groans.
I ignore that, slipping one of my hands between my legs and edging myself closer to this new release.
“Shadow,” Darkness moans.
His moan slips beneath my skin, sliding through me like ice beginning to melt.
Chaos thrusts into my mouth in a sudden rush of excitement and finishes with a loud gasp. He lets go of my head instantly, and I almost lose my balance – and my concentration.
Second orgasms take concentration.
Think sexy thoughts, I tell myself.
Think of Darkness’s big dick inside of me and not Chaos cleaning himself up in the nearby sink. Or the fact that we wash our vegetables in there.
Darkness takes two steps forwards, and I grip the edge of the kitchen bench, closing my eyes and putting my fingers back to work. The run of pleasure through me is hot, alive, excited, meeting the ice cold from Darkness.
He pulls out slowly, then thrusts in with a hard slam that smacks against my ass and fills the cottage with the sound of him wanting me. Enjoying me.
Rolling me towards the edge of a damn cliff or an explosion – or some chuckin’ thing.
Darkness groans, thrusts, groans, then stills.
“One more,” I whisper – because if he stops right now, I might cry.
He obliges, and my body falls over the edge so hard that my legs give way, and my fingers slip from the bench.
Darkness wraps an arm around my waist and catches me mid fall, lifting my feet from the ground as I gasp, swallow, and shake from the rush of sensation through every part of me.
Especially the lower parts of me.
I try to recover, then fail and give up, letting Darkness take my weight and decide what to do with me.
Until I realize where he’s taking me – back to the damn larder.
He puts me down inside it then pulls the door shut.
“Darkness?” I demand, trying to stop him from closing it.
And failing. He shuts me in.
“Get dressed,” he grunts, then walks off.
His heavy steps vanish through the lounge room then up the stairs.
Chaos opens the door a crack.
“Unless you want to go again?” he asks, smiling wickedly.
“What happened to the pain?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
His eyes open wide. “Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.
Because he’s right. When Alpha finds out, we’re all fucked.
Now forget the details of what you just read.
None of it was real.
It never happened,
and it never will.
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