by Marilynn Fae
Liam’s gaze snaps to his hand and he is growling before he can help himself, the sound coming unbidden from deep in his gut. “You’re not finding her another wolf,” he says. She’s mine, he thinks fiercely. She’s already his.
“Not unless it’s necessary,” Charles agrees easily, tugging her dress up.
“Charles!” she cries, struggling in his lap. Or rather, she is rubbing herself against him on his lap.
“Relax, darling,” Charles sighs. “I’m trying to convince Liam to join us. You like Liam, don’t you?”
She frowns, looking a little confused, and then nods. “Liam’s warm,” she says. “And he’s always been nice to me. You took care of my mother while I wasn’t here,” she says. “And his- his seed is warm,” she whispers, blushing furiously.
Charles laughs. “Werewolves tend to run at a higher temperature,” he says. “Liam doesn’t just want to fuck you, darling. He wants to mate you. You want that too, don’t you?”
He’s right. Liam can smell the thick arousal in the air, the desperation in her core even though he’s already made her come. It is a sweet scent that fills his nose and his lungs, dispersing into every orifice in his body and urging him to rub himself against her to wash away the every-present scent that Charles have left on her.
“Yes,” she says.
Chapter Twelve: Temptation (Stripping, Groping)
“Then, take off your clothes for us, darling. I’m sure Liam would enjoy a view.”
“Here?” she whispers, blushing prettily as if she’s not half naked already.
Liam’s cock is so hard he is finding it hard to concentrate.
“Yes, darling. Why don’t you show Liam what a good mate you can be.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Liam says hastily and immediately hates himself. He already knows how good she feels.
“She can,” Charles say easily, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple to draw a low moan from her lips. She gasps and tries to pry his fingers away. “Come on, darling. It’s rude to make us wait. You like Liam, don’t you?” he asks Delilah, who squirms and blushes shyly. “No need to be embarrassed, darling,” he says, kissing the juncture of her neck and smirking when she shivers. “You weren’t so embarrassed yesterday when I was telling you about having him breed you.”
“Charles!” she hisses, mortified that he’s giving away her secret to openly.
“Did you hear?” Charles ask.
Liam shakes his head. “Late shift yesterday,” he says, swallowing the lump in his throat and wishing he had been home so he could know what she had said.
As if he could read his mind, Charles said, “Tell him what you said, darling.” He holds her still, fingers curling on her inner thigh. His feet hooks around hers and spreads them open.
She whimpers but doesn’t try to wriggle away this time. Instead, she turns her face and tries to hide her red cheeks.
“No need for embarrassment, darling,” he says, tugging her dress up her waist to show her pale skin underneath. “Up,” he says and she lifts her arms above her head like a child, letting him tug the dress up and over her head.
It’s not like Liam has never seen a naked woman before, but it’s different. She’s different, beautiful and naked, spread out like a gift in front of him.
“Isn’t she lovely?” he says, winding his arms around her small waist, keeping her trapped in his lap. “Would you like to have a look at her cunt?”
“Charles!” she jolts up suddenly, twisting and turning to try and get away.
Charles smirks. “I’m just teasing you, darling,” he says but he is hooking his legs around hers again and easing them open, spreading her legs wide so Liam can see clearly the bruises on her inner thighs, a sharp contrast of blue and green on her pale skin.
“No, no, please,” she sniffles.
“Poor baby. You’re beautiful. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Isn’t that right, Liam?”
Liam is too mesmerized by her to answer. She is breathtaking, pale skin and soft curves. There are bruises beside her left nipple and more down her waist and thighs, but they make her look even more beautiful. “You are lovely, Delilah,” he says, moving to stand in front of her. He appears to consider it for a moment before leaning down to kiss her.
Charles tips her head up to meet Liam’s lips and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close.
His hands move without consulting his mind and he is cupping her between her legs. She is already aroused, slick fluid wetting his fingers upon contact. He spreads her pussy lips open with his fingers and slides his forefinger inside her cunt without thinking and more of his come leaks out from her tight heat, dripping down her legs.
She moans into the kiss, bucking up and into his fingers, trying to ride them to take them deeper.
When they break apart for air, her pupils are dilated and she is looking at him like she’s seeing him for the first time. “Liam?” she whispers.
“Would you have me, Delilah?” he asks without added ‘again’ because she seems more awake now than before, less drunk with the aphrodisiac and alcohol. Her eyes are clearer, even glazed in desire.
“Yes,” she says eagerly, trying to draw him back down for another kiss.
Liam ignores the way Charles is smirking triumphantly. “Can’t you smell her want, wolf? She is soaked already. Do you need me to teach you how to knot?”
He pulls his lip back to snarl at the vampire for a split second before putting his attention to more important matters, like kissing her. He could be happy kissing her the rest of his life.
“Do you think you could take us both, darling? He could knot you right now, put his cock in your cunt while I fill you up here.” He touches her somewhere that has her moaning. “Maybe you would rather have his mouth on you. You like that, don’t you?”
She shakes her head when they break apart. “I- I can’t,” she whimpers. “You shouldn’t- you shouldn’t say things like that, Charles. It’s not- it’s not fair.”
“It isn’t fair for you to make Liam wait either. And he’s been waiting to knot you for a long time, haven’t you, Liam?”
Liam slides his finger out from her tight heat and nods. She smells like arousal, like desperation. There is an edge of panic there too. She is uncertain. When he steps back, she tries to close her legs together and hold her arms over her breasts to cover herself up. It’s quite endearing, how shy she is, even after she’s already let him fuck her and fill her up.
Of course, she doesn’t know he’s been watching her for a lot longer, voyeuristically enjoying sight of her getting fucked all over the house.
“She cries a lot during sex, the poor thing,” Charles tells him conversationally, wiping stray tears from the corners of her eyes. “She gets overwhelmed so easily.”
“I don’t,” she argues uselessly, crying a little bit even as she says this.
He doesn’t mind.
“Let’s take this to the bed.” It’s the smartest thing he’s said all night.
Chapter Thirteen: Threesome (Double Penetration)
Liam isn’t such a prude that he has never seen another mans’ cock before, but he has never seen an erect cock so close to him. It’s not so different from his, if a little thicker. He knows once his knot swells, he can be even thicker still, so he doesn’t care.
From where he’s laying on the bed, the vampire doesn’t look like he’s going to be able to fit inside her.
He groans when she shivers in his lap and sinks down into his cock, taking him deep and all at once. She is the one who prompts him into moving, drawing his attention back to her. She presses her palms to his chest and lifts herself up before sinking all the way down onto his cock. He hisses out through clenched teeth when he bottoms up inside her pussy.
He didn’t think it was possible, earlier. She’s such a slight thing, he doesn’t think she can take all of his cock inside her small frame. Evidently, he was wrong.
“You’re so fucking perfect,�
Every thrust upwards nudges his cock inside her, touching all the right spots to make her keen. Somewhere behind her, he sees Charles struggling to fit into her anal hole. “You’re too tight, baby,” he growls as Liam sinks a little bit deeper inside her.
Charles has his hands on her waist, pulling her back as he struggles to fuck into her anal hole with little success. Liam doesn’t think it’s possible. “She’s too small,” he growls at the vampire, knowing what he’s trying to do and not approving. She is barely able to take all of him. He doesn’t think she can take both of them together.
Charles’s grip trails from her waist up her breasts, giving her nipples a sharp pinch before moving further up until he is choking her a little. She struggles and tries to catch her breath, only for his hold to tighten.
“Relax, darling,” he says to the small of her back.
Liam growls low, warning the vampire not to go too far.
“I know what I’m doing,” he grunts, his lips on her neck. “It’s going to be intense, baby. You’ll love it. I promise. Do you think you can do that for me, baby?”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, like she can’t get her vocal chords to work. all that comes out at last is a breathy, “Please.”
He pulls back and then slides his cock into her from behind. She lets out a low keen that is part pain, part pleasure and all perfect.
Everything turns to light and noise and sweet ecstasy. It’s intense. She is so tight, so stretched that he thinks he can feel the vampire’s cock in her hole. They stay like that for a moment, completely still and letting the young fae get used to the stretch.
Arching her back prettily, she trembles and gasps, her body shaking and vibrating like she can’t control herself.
His hands grip her waist tightly and he watches in awe as she comes from the sensation of getting fucked in both holes.
“Shh… It’s alright, darling. You’re so perfect. look how well you take us inside you. Breathe, darling. Breathe,” Charles coos near her ear, teeth nipping a little.
She lets out a shuddering exhale when his grip on her neck loosens and bows down, trying to hide her face in his neck. She mouths his warm neck and hides her moans in those desperate kisses.
“None of that,” Charles growls, curling his fingers in her hair and tugging her head up. “I want to hear you,” he says.
Her eyes are clenched shut and her lips are parted, little moans and gasps escaping her wet lips.
“Are you alright?” Liam asks even as Charles keep thrusting from behind, shoving inside her. He doesn’t try to keep himself in check, fucking as rough as he likes.
She looks on the verge of passing out. Her scent turns bitter in pain, but the scent of her arousal intensifies as well, covering the bitter tang of pain completely.
“Feels- feels too much,” she whimpers.
It probably is. “You’re doing so well, love,” he says, hands on her breasts, massaging and teasing her nipples. Slowly, he begins to move as well, bucking his hips up to thrust into her. Her walls clench and tighten around his cock.
“I- I want-” she stutters. “I want-”
“Yeah, baby,” Charles rumbles. “Come for us.”
His words is what pushes her over the edge. Her orgasm rips through her body as her walls clench on his cock and he can barely stop it before he is coming too, his orgasm torn from him. He clutches her tight as he empties his load into her.
Charles keeps fucking into her from behind, harsh thrusts that draw out her orgasm until she is sobbing against his chest, too overwhelmed by all the sensations in her body. He only stops bucking into her when he comes.
She whimpers, clenching him tightly, arms thrown around his neck to hold onto him. She sobs into his neck, wetting his shirt with her tears as her body trembles.
His heart aches for her. “You’re alright, love,” he says. “You’re alright.” He rubs his hands down her small back as he cradles her, his cock still hard and tight inside her tight heat. He holds back a low snarl and then groans when he feels his cock throbbing, coming again inside her.
He begins to pull back. She’s so tiny that he is worried about hurting her when he knots, so he moves to pull out so that he doesn’t knot her.
Charles has other ideas. He pushes her back from behind her, pinning her down with the weight of his body and his cock still inside her hole. She whimpers, soft pained sounds coming from her lips.
“Ah… ahh…” she breathes with a touch of pain, body tensing. “I can’t- I can’t, Charles. Plase,” she whines, tensing when she should be relaxing because that only makes his cock throb harder, knot growing faster inside her.
“I’m going to knot,” he snarls, glaring at Charles so that he would get onto the program and move out of the way. His claws swipe the air when he tries to claw the vampire.
Charles leans back and away, somehow able to keep his body connected to hers. He winks at him, unrepentant. “Do it,” he says.
“It’s-” he hisses, drawing back slightly to hold the base of his cock, careful not to plunge too deep into her as his knot begins to throb and sweet. “She’s too small,” he groans. He can feel her body tightening around him, her bleary eyes blinking open to look at him.
“She can take it,” he says. “Can’t you, darling? Don’t you want his knot?” He rocks into her from behind lazily, pushing her hips closer to Liam’s and forcing her to take his knot deeper inside her tight hole.
She whimpers, eyes clenched shut. “It’s too big. I can’t, Charles. I can’t-” she cries.
Liam growls low in his throat and starts to move away, only for the man to pin him in place with his suddenly immovable weight. There is nowhere for him to go if the man on top of them doesn’t move at all and Liam smirks, knowing that.
“It’s fine,” he insists, looking at Liam like he’s the unreasonable one.
“Oh, oh,” she whimpers, clutching Liam tightly. “You’re so big, Liam,” she breathes. “I ca- can’t,” she sobs.
He kisses her while Charles slide his fingers between their bodies and plays with her nipples, pinching the pebbled nub occasionally to draw her attention away from the way she is being filled up.
The room is silent except for the harsh sound of her sobs as the two men keep their bodies carefully still, waiting for her body to acclimate to the werewolf’s thicker girth.
She’s such a lovely little thing, all tight around him, walls clenching and relaxing like she’s trying to milk his cock and make him come even more.
Chapter Fourteen: Knotting
“Shh…” Charles soothes, kissing the back of her neck. “It’s alright,” he tells the younger girl.
She blinks up at Liam, looking quite lost and perfect. “You’re so big,” she murmurs. “I can- I can feel you both inside me,” she whimpers.
His wolf preens at the compliment. “Relax, love,” he tells her, grinding up into her slowly, his cock twitching and throbbing hard, his own come making it easier for him to rock inside her as their bodies stay locked together.
Behind her, Charles keeps mouthing her skin, sucking love bites already on her neck to darken her skin even more.
“It feels- it feels too big,” she repeats, sounding sweet but dazed. Her nails are digging into his back, but she’s so small and weak that he can hardly feel her.
“You’re just too tiny, love,” he grunts, licking over her lips idly, coaxing her mouth to part so he can lick and taste inside her, tasting her sweet scent and making her taste like him. Charles continues to rock into her from behind, making her take his cock deeper. He can feel his throb cock inside her, stretching her already stretched walls even more.
“Do you think she’ll take?” Charles ask, hands on her breasts, gently massaging her soft mounds.
He looks at the man in surprise. He had not known that the man was so keen on her carrying his cubs. “She’s not on her ovulation cycle,” he says cautiously, giving away the knowledge that he has been keeping track of her cycle in the first place. It is hard not to, considering the vampire’s… blood fetish. It isn’t something he’s into, but he understands why it would work for them.
Instead of being annoyed by his intimate knowledge of his lover, the vampire nods curtly. “Perhaps next time.”
He huffs. “She’s too young for cubs,” he tells the vampire. “She’s not done growing yet.” She’s a few months older than himself, but she is so much smaller. He doubts she will grow much bigger, but it still feels too soon for them to have children already. “Am I hurting you, love?” he asks her, drawing her attention back to him.
She blinks at him for a moment before attempting to answer. “Feels ah- ah-” she stutters and blushes brilliantly. Poor thing is too overwhelmed. It doesn’t help that Charles is pinching and teasing her nipples.
He pulls her down for a kiss, unable to help himself. She’s such a sweet, innocent thing.
She moans into his mouth and it is the only answer he needs. She doesn’t smell like pain anymore, merely contentment and happiness.
“Good girl,” Charles coos, combing hair from her neck to bite into a vein. He drinks from her a little while Liam starts moving again, pushing up to rub his cock inside her. He losses count of how many times he comes inside her with his knot tying their bodies together, but it is so much that Charles finds the need to throw him a towel after he comes inside her.
…
Things are remarkably easy after that. He finds himself fitting in seamlessly into their lives. With him around, Charles admits that he has been neglecting his work in the city and now that he is sure Delilah is safe, he takes small trips into the city every few weeks, leaving them together.
At times, Liam thinks he should have mated her when he had the chance, but he remembers that his own work takes him away sometimes and he thinks of how wrecked she is when they make love to her together and the thought is banished.
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