by Celia Kyle
Right now, he needed her to come, her orgasm giving them permission to do the same.
Keller plunged in and out, the lewd slap of bodies and wet squishing of their coming together joining their moans and growls. The sounds added to the pleasure, added to the wicked thrill of sharing their mate.
The tingling surrounding his cock and balls intensified, burgeoning until it encompassed his body. “Fuck. Need to come, sweet. Give it to us.”
He shoved his orgasm back, refusing to finish without his mate and partner.
“Yes, yes, yes…” The rhythmic spasms upped in pace until she rippled around him in an ever increasing beat. “Gonna…”
Keller let go, releasing his control, and his wolf seized power. Beast in command, he leaned forward. Madden’s wolfish gaze met his, and they were in accord.
Now.
As one, they opened their mouths and sank their fangs into Scarlet’s shoulders, biting deep and scarring her for one and all to see.
His cock pulsed, twitching within her, and his climax roared through his body, pleasure slamming into him like a sledgehammer.
She was theirs.
*
Scarlet’s scream echoed in the room, the pleasure of their possession warring with the fierce pain of their bites, and she was overwhelmed with the sensations. Ecstasy raced in a circle, bouncing from body to body, and a rush of emotions assaulted her. Words, flashes of thoughts and desires pummeled her mind.
She sorted through them as she traveled along the never-ending trail of bliss that connected their souls. Their bodies were frozen still while their mating links fell into place, locking them in an eternal embrace.
She fought for breath, fought to retain some semblance of self as her mate’s thoughts battered her. They pushed against her mind and snuggled into corners she’d never known existed.
Inhale. Exhale. Struggle for control. This new connection finally settled, easing into a gentle flowing river instead of raging rapids. With every new heartbeat, the tornado of sensation eased. It continued its downward spiral until her mates’ mental presence was nothing more than a lapping stroke amidst her thoughts.
First Keller and then Madden released her flesh, soothing her wounds with gentle strokes of their tongues until all pain left her.
“Wow.” Scarlet was awed by the tumultuous pleasure and pain that came from their joining.
“Yeah.” Keller sounded as if he felt the same.
“Fuck, man. Let’s do it again.” Madden’s words caused Scarlet to grin against his neck, and she nuzzled him. She imagined he’d always be her crass, protective, adorable man.
“Damn straight.” She chuckled, more than happy to “suffer” through their attentions once more.
Keller recovered first. “Easy, sweet. Sit still. I don’t think you’re ready for another round.”
She pouted. “Are you sure?”
Madden’s cock twitched, thickening within her pussy, and she winced. Her walls were raw and tingling in a not-fun way. “Yeah, we’re sure.”
Scarlet sighed but didn’t argue. Yeah, banging needed to go on hiatus for a little while. Keller moved, withdrawing his cock from her ass, and she moaned at the loss.
“Shh… We’ll do it again soon. Just maybe not today.”
She kept her face buried against the wolf beneath her and nodded. When cool air hit her back, she shivered, a chill pushing through her. But she became warm again in moments. Madden eased her from him, slowly rolling her to his side and settling her between her two mates.
They bracketed her, holding her between them, and she realized they’d probably spend the rest of their lives like this.
She signed and let her eyes drift closed. “So, since I don’t get any more lovin’, someone wanna tell me why you guys share a room and a bed? I mean, there was no sword-crossing just now. But it’s cool, you know, if you guys… I just wanna watch, m’kay?”
More growls. God, she loved their growls.
Epilogue
Bleary, Scarlet wiped the sleep from her eyes and stumbled into the main area of the suite. She chose to ignore the massive array of guards positioned throughout the room. She also decided to pretend none of them heard her during the previous night with Keller and Madden.
Keep dreaming, sweet.
She mentally harrumphed at Keller. Damn man needed to leave her to her delusions.
So, telling you they were all jealous they weren’t the ones buried in your delicious cunt would be a bad thing? She could “hear” the smile in Madden’s voice.
This time, she growled.
The jerks laughed.
Double jerks.
Scarlet shuffled toward the center of the room, knowing without a doubt that her sisters would come hunting her. At least she could order room service before they sniffed her out like bloodhounds.
It took mere moments to secure food, a lot of food, and she snuggled into a comfy chair to wait.
Thankfully, breakfast arrived before Gabby and Whitney. Marginally before, but she still had five minutes with a cup of coffee.
Gabby’s yell reached her first, loud, but muffled. The elevator doors were still closed. Great. “You open these doors, or I’ll bite you! I may not have furball teeth, but I can still break skin!”
Damn, the woman had a set of lungs on her.
Scarlet glanced around the space and found a familiar guard. “Can you tell them to let my sisters in? They’re not going to kill me. At least, not without a lot of effort, and you can save me before things get bloody.”
The wolf grinned and left the room, presumably to do as she asked. When the yells got louder, she realized he’d followed through. Well, that was pretty cool. She got to tell people what to do, and they listened.
She wondered if that’d work on Keller and Madden.
Not on your life. Keller’s mental voice held a growl.
Only if I get a blow job first. Ah, Madden, her practical man.
Stomps from the entryway grew louder, and her sisters burst into the room.
“Coffee?” Yeah, Gabby wasn’t a morning person without coffee.
“Breakfast.” Whitney shared her love of nummies.
“Ooh, Danishes.” Gabs eyed the apple-filled treats.
“And chocolate muffins. I love you.” Yeah, that was Whitney. She was a sucker for chocolate.
Gabby’s eyes drifted closed the moment her lips touched the mug. Scarlet smiled, sad this would be ending. No more morning munchies and getting together for no reason other than the fact that they were sisters. They probably wouldn’t live fifteen minutes from each other, like they were used to, when all was said and done.
Not for forever, sweet. We’ll figure things out. Keller’s voice held a hint of the sadness that inched into her heart.
I’m fine. She wasn’t, but she could pretend.
The Captain of the guard came into the room, giving her a jerky nod, and then he froze, hand going to his arm.
She furrowed her brow. “Captain?” Scarlet really needed to learn the man’s real name. She refused to wander around calling the wolf by his title for all eternity.
You will.
Scarlet mentally snorted. Not.
Brushing her mate’s grumbles aside, she returned her focus to the statue-like guard. “You okay?” The man’s eyes were glowing bright, edging closer and closer to pure yellow. “Captain?”
Real worry assaulted her, but then her mates entered, half-clothed, and rushed toward the Captain. A few low words were exchanged, and Keller and Madden lead him away. Every few steps, the agitated wolf looked back, seeming to strain against her mate’s hold.
Returning her attention to her sisters, she noticed Gabby’s focus was on the wolf while she rubbed her left bicep. “Gabs?”
“Huh, what?” Gabby shook her head. “Sorry, did you say something?”
She eyed her sister, wishing the three of them shared the same type of connection she had with her mates. “No. So, either of you find Misters Wonderful?”
Gabby looked toward the doorway where Scarlet’s mates and the Captain had disappeared, then back at Scarlet. “No. But it’s only Saturday morning. We’ve got a few more days, right?”
“Uh huh.” She didn’t believe those words for a second. “Right.”
“Whatever.” Her sister pegged her with a strawberry. “So, I figured you did the mating thing last night, I can grab a pair today, and we’ll sort out Whitney. Get this shit wrapped in time for our flight on Sunday.”
Whitney tossed a grape at Gabby. “Crass much?” She popped a piece of fruit into her mouth. “So, how’s mating?”
Scarlet thought about it for a minute, replayed their night of lovemaking, kissing and caressing and coming… “Squishy.”
A sense of male satisfaction crept into her mind, and her clit twitched. Yeah, she could deal with squishy for a long, long, lemme-come-some-more time.
The End
About Celia Kyle
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