by Lia Davis
"Anything but sex?" Sterling asked with his hands on the waistband of my sweatpants.
Nodding, I wiggled my hips. "Hurry, I need... something."
Peter chuckled as Sterling grinned. "I've got what you need."
"Me, too," Peter whispered behind me, reaching his hands down and grabbing the hem of my shirt. He pulled up as Sterling pulled down. Sterling had put his fingers below the waistband of the boxers, too, and with a little help from me moving my hips around, they had me completely naked.
"You both have to lose your clothes, too," I said.
"Not yet," Sterling said as he looked at me. "I'd be too tempted."
Peter's hands returned to my chest. I looked up at him with a grin. "Are you a breast man?" I asked.
"Very much so," he replied with his eyes on me.
I followed his gaze to see his fingers stroke my nipples, which were as hard as I'd ever seen them. My chest heaved, seeing Sterling and where his gaze was glued.
Keeping myself neat had always been important to me. I never went all the way bald, but I trimmed regularly.
Sterling didn't seem disappointed in what he saw. He grabbed my knees, scooting back to the end of the couch. With pressure on the inside of my knees, he parted my legs. My face burned red as I let him, opening myself up to him, to the first person to ever see me so open and exposed.
Peter cupped my breasts and scooted closer so he could reach the object of Sterling's gaze. With one hand still squeezing and massaging my breasts, he reached the other between my legs, swiping through my wetness, then bringing his finger to his lips. I watched as he sucked the taste of me off of his finger.
He closed his eyes, moaning as if he'd tasted the nectar of the gods. My wolf, who had been wiggling and rolling around docilely, changed her tune. After seeing her beta taste us, she needed to claim him. Now.
"Peter," I gasped, sitting up. Turning toward him without an explanation to Sterling, I had a fleeting thought hoping Sterling would understand. "Take your shirt off," I commanded.
He recognized the command for what it was and scrambled to bare his neck to me.
Climbing into his lap, I straddled him, my arms around his neck. With a growl, I licked his neck, my incisors sliding out.
He twisted his neck, indicating he was ready, prepared to be my mate and my beta. I clamped down on his neck, knowing he would buck into an orgasm at any second.
His hot blood filled my mouth, absolutely delicious. My wolf clamped down with me, imbibing the bite with our magic and link. Peter appeared in my mind, a thread of him settling comfortably there. Oh, yeah, as I focused on him, I knew he was having a raging orgasm without even taking off his pants. Poor guy. I should've prepared him more, made it more pleasurable.
I kept drinking but slowed the rate of my draws. He'd recover quickly, and I needed the blood. I'd been hungry for more than food and sex. I'd been thirsty as well.
I groaned against his neck as Sterling’s fingers found my core, spread in his lap. He slid one inside me, my slick desire making his entry easy. I'd long ago lost my hymen, he couldn't tell I was a virgin, but he could definitely tell I was tight.
"Shit," he whispered behind me as Peter stiffened, his orgasm waning. I pulled my teeth out and licked his neck several times, letting my saliva heal his wounds. His own healing would close them within seconds.
Arching my back, I moved my knees so that Sterling had access to me. It was time for my own orgasm.
Tucking Sterling and Peter into the back of my mind, I focused on the intense pleasure Sterling's finger gave me. Just one finger. He pumped slowly in and out. "We're going to have to stretch you," he whispered.
Peter squirmed underneath me, moving until his hand could also reach my drenched pussy. "May I feel?" he asked me. I nodded my head, and Sterling pulled his finger out. It was quickly replaced by Peter.
As I looked down at him, he lifted his head up off the couch and kissed me. "I absolutely cannot wait to fuck you," he said after giving me a long, slow kiss.
The dirty nature of his words turned me on more and more. I clenched around his finger. "I need to come," I whispered, begging him to give me what I needed.
Sterling's hands touched my ass, surprising me and causing me to jump a little. He slid his hands up and down my cheeks, coming closer and closer to Peter as he slowly swirled his finger inside me, still not quite giving me what I needed. "Please," I begged, desperate for something I'd given myself before, but somehow, whatever was building inside me was more. Bigger.
"What the hell?" Dorian's voice carried across the room.
I moved fast, standing in front of the couch. "Stop," I commanded as he stripped his clothes off.
He froze, looking at me with a shocked expression. "I didn't know you could do that."
"My father taught me. If I have to, I can force you to obey, but I promise I'll never use it again unless it's life or death." I moved away from all three of them, my desire dripping down my thigh. "I need one of you to make me come, but without sex, not yet. If I don't get this orgasm out, I'm going to cry."
Dorian stalked forward. "Gladly." I didn't move. Whatever he wanted to throw at me, I wanted to take. I knew he wouldn't try to fuck me, not yet. Once I came and cleared my head, I could explain that I was a virgin.
Dorian pulled off his shoes, crowding into me. Yanking his pants, down, he pushed me, his lips on mine, one hand on my back. Somehow, we ended up on the ground.
He pushed his hand between my legs without pretense or permission. He knew damn well I could stop him in an instant if I wanted to. Plus, I was pretty sure he would stop by my word alone, no need to bring my authority into it.
"I love these two, but I know things they don't. We can teach them, but for now, I'll gladly give you what you need." He attempted to put two fingers in me, because it almost burned as he entered me. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, then his touch disappeared. When he entered me again, it didn't burn. He'd put one inside.
He knew what he was doing, for sure. Sterling moved to sit behind me, my head in his lap and his hands on my bare breasts. Dorian stretched out beside me, kissing me and doing something to my vaginal walls that made my hips buck.
Peter sat in between my legs, not really touching, but watching. He'd already come once, but he'd removed his pants, and he was stroking his dick, occasionally swiping his fingers through my wetness and spreading it onto himself.
Sterling's hands, the visual stimulant from Peter, and whatever the hell Dorian was doing inside me, it was all too much. My passion finally overrode my nervousness, and my orgasm washed over me viciously.
I cried out, arching my back again and drenching Dorian's hand. "Fuck me, she had a physical orgasm," Sterling said, his voice nearly a growl. "It's so rare in women."
"What the hell are you doing in there, man?" Peter asked, moving his hand faster. I opened my eyes and watched him as Dorian brought his wet hand up to his face. He licked me off of him, the promise of more next time in his eyes.
Somehow, everyone was naked now. I was finally relaxed, and my mind ran at full speed again. "Great. Now, I have to tell you something."
Peter's hand slowed as I watched him. "You like watching me jack myself off?" he asked, his face a mask of naughty pleasure.
"Yes, quite a lot, surprisingly, but I need to tell you guys." I took a deep breath. "I'm a virgin."
Chapter Twelve
They moved around me after that, all three facing me as I leaned against the couch. "Wow," Sterling said, trying to keep his eyes on mine and not on my naked body. Peter did the same, meeting my gaze. Dorian looked unabashedly at my breasts. Apparently, he wasn’t worried about appearing as a gentleman.
Fighting off giggles as I watched Dorian watch me, I delivered the news. "One of you gets to take my virginity." No way, no how, nope. I was not choosing. "And I'm not picking one of you. I want all three of you, desperately." They couldn’t ask that of me. It might seem like I had a favorite.
They looked a
t each other, mouths open. "Rock, paper, scissors?" Sterling asked.
They all nodded, leaving me aghast. "That's how you're deciding?" I asked. Surely there was another option.
"You have a better way?" Dorian asked. "And, did you claim Peter?" He squinted his eyes at me. He didn’t seem too happy to be last.
"I did. My wolf decided it was time. She'll do the same for you when it’s right." I dared him to challenge me, but he didn't. "The rest of our lives, one of you will be first doing stuff and one will be last. That’s the challenge of a relationship like ours. You can’t let it get to you."
They circled up, completely unaffected by the fact that all three of them were naked and hard. After a few rounds of the game, Sterling turned toward me with a smile.
I was okay with it being him. But then I would've been okay with any of the three of them.
Sterling turned toward Peter and Dorian again. "I think it's probably a good idea that she only takes one of us tonight. You both felt how tight she was." Looking back at me, he lifted his eyebrows. "Are you okay with that?"
I nodded my head, nerves and excitement filling my stomach. "I think that's fine. I don't want to be sore tomorrow."
Peter and Dorian looked at each other. "I guess I can take the consolation prize," Peter said.
Dorian snorted. "If anyone is the consolation prize, it's you."
"Do you want us to be alone?" Sterling asked.
I shook my head. "I think I'd like you all three to be with me?" My hesitancy was getting annoying. I wasn't normally so wishy-washy.
Dorian grinned and jumped to his feet, grabbing me into his arms, bridal style.
When he reached the bedroom, he very nearly threw me onto the bed, launching himself beside me into the big bed. Sterling and Peter followed, standing just inside the door. It gave me a moment to really study them.
Sterling, his dark hair tousled, was bulkier than Peter. I was fairly sure he had been teased as a kid, so he'd started working out. I didn't know when he found the time to work out, go to school, and do all the magic lessons he'd done. But he had, and his muscles proved it.
His dick was thick. Not as long as Dorian's or Peter's, but he had them beat in girth.
Dorian and Peter were surprisingly similar, except Peter's curved up slightly. A bit longer than Sterling, they were both slimmer.
Sterling walked toward the bed, his eyes on me as much as mine were on him. I rolled into my back and spread my legs, blushing hard. I'd never been so bold, but with them, I wanted them to want me, to burn for me.
Peter climbed onto the bed on the other side of me. Dorian looked at Peter and grinned. "Looks like we'd rather spend our time on her?"
Peter just nodded.
Sterling reached the foot of the bed and watched Peter take one of my legs and Dorian take the other. Dorian reached down and spread my lips apart, exposing the core of me to the mate that was to take my virginity.
"Do we need condoms?" I asked, hoping it wasn't truly necessary, but also I didn't want to be pregnant, not for a long time.
"Do you know how to do a birth control spell?" Spencer asked.
I shook my head. "No, but I'm damn sure going to learn."
"It's okay, I've done one before." He closed his eyes, and I felt him enter my mind. His magic snaked along my body, warming me, then disappeared.
"What did you do?"
"Sort of like a magical diaphragm," he said with a laugh. "It's simple. I'll teach you."
I held my arms out to him, and he wasted no time moving to lay on me, pressing his lips to mine. "We need to stretch you out a little first."
"Stretch?" I asked weakly. That didn't sound pleasant.
"Look at me," Dorian said. "We'd never do anything to hurt you. Only to ever bring you pleasure."
I nodded, staring into his eyes as Sterling put his hands on my inner thighs.
"Close your eyes," Dorian continued. "Enjoy."
Laying my head back on the pillow, I put my hands into Dorian's hair on one side and Peter's hair on the other. Hands roamed my body, my breasts. Mouths caressed my neck. A hand from my right, so Peter, reached down and cupped my sex, one finger slipping between my lips to find my little nub. My chest heaved when he found it and pressed down, slowly moving his finger back and forth as Sterling slid one of his fingers in me.
Before, Dorian had been actively trying to bring me to orgasm. This time, I was pretty sure they were making sure I wouldn't be so tight I'd hurt them.
The pleasure coursing through me overwhelmed me. My fire flared bright inside me, and without opening my eyes, I knew steam rose from my skin. My wolf was having the time of her life, but my vampire was building up pressure inside. She wanted to bite. Turning my head, I smelled him. Dorian. The one we hadn't claimed yet.
"Dorian," I said without opening my eyes, the pleasure Peter and Sterling gave me almost too much to bear. "It's time."
His body scooted closer, and he kissed me passionately. With one hand still on Peter's head, I put the other one behind Dorian's neck. As our lips met, Sterling added a second finger, moving them slowly in and out of me as the pressure inside built. My wolf howled and my teeth elongated. I deepened the kiss, tasting Dorian, our tongues battling for entrance to each other's mouths.
Sterling changed his angle or speed or something, because suddenly my orgasm became a real thing, a wave of fire rising in an inferno. If I didn't let it out it would consume me. But I had to be careful not to let the real fire out. I could keep my mates safe, but not Sterling's bed.
Realizing I was making sounds deep in my throat, I pulled my mouth away from Dorian. "Sterling, please. I'm so close."
"Oh, thank goodness. I don't think I could wait much longer," he replied in a strained voice. His fingers disappeared to be replaced by a larger, firmer pressure at my entrance. My eyes flew open. This was it. The big one.
I tensed up, ready for pain. "Shhh," Dorian said, pressing small kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck. "Don't be worried."
Sterling stopped trying to press inside and instead rubbed his dick all over my inner lips. Peter moved his hand and I felt the firm pressure on my clit. "Oh," I breathed. "That's good."
Staring into Dorian's eyes, I lurched when Sterling hit the little spot just right. "Oh," I said louder.
Dorian grinned and kissed me again. Sterling moved back to my entrance, and Peter's fingers returned to my nub.
He pressed inside again, but this time I was relaxed, and his head finally slipped in.
The stretching pressure was glorious. Maybe there would've been a pain if I'd still had my hymen, but there wasn't. Instead, the combination of feelings and the excitement of what was happening helped my orgasm rise again, my fire roaring. I pressed on the side of Dorian's head and he turned, exposing his neck.
As Sterling slid all the way inside me with a sharp thrust forward and my orgasm exploded, I bit down on Dorian's neck, my wolf claiming him.
Sterling moved inside me two or three times as I drank Dorian's blood, stimulating my pleasure to continue and my orgasm to prolong. As soon as the bond formed, I took a moment to mentally caress and welcome him before pulling out my teeth and licking his neck.
Quickly turning to Peter, I pulled him close, my orgasm waning. Dorian collapsed with his head on my shoulder, and Sterling began to thrust in earnest. I bit Peter, not intending to drink, but it felt right for us all to come together.
His hot seed squirted out all over me. When I lifted my head from his neck, I realized Sterling had also pulled out to finish, and his semen joined Peter's and Dorian's on my abdomen. I looked down at it and laughed.
"You guys did that on purpose."
Sterling hopped up as we laughed and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom. After getting most of the mess off of me, Dorian and Peter grabbed my hands and hauled me up so I could go shower.
When I got out, Peter was gone.
"Where'd he go?" I asked Dorian. Sterling sat on the floor of the living room, playing
a video game.
"He got a text from Tala saying she needed his help with setting up the trap. He figured you wouldn't care."
He was right. I didn't mind in the least, beyond I would've liked to have spent the time with him, since this whole thing was so new. But we had the rest of our lives to spend together, and Tala didn't have this amazing mating thing going on, so I didn't begrudge her the time with her best friend. Even if he was one of my mates.
"What should we do first?" I asked as I sat beside them, brushing my long black hair.
Sterling didn't respond as he guided a car along a track on the screen. Dorian shrugged. "That's his department." He took the brush from me, turning and indicating I should sit in front of him on the floor.
I moved to sit beside Sterling. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "Hey," he said with a smile. "Nice of you to join me. Wanna play?"
Wrinkling my nose, I sat still as Dorian began to brush. "No, thanks. I'm not big on video games."
"We'll change that, don't worry." He smiled bigger as he pressed the buttons and pushed the knobs on the controller. "You didn't have any older brothers, right?"
"Right."
"Makes sense. If you had, you would've played video games more."
"Well, that makes no sense, because Tala loves to play. Has every system the humans have put out since, like, ever. Paw made it his life's work to find her old ones and rare ones, too."
He crashed his car and set the controller on the carpet, turning to me. "You're kidding."
"What do you think Peter and Tala are doing when he's spending so much time over there?" I winked at him as Dorian turned my head to face Sterling and kept brushing. "They're playing that really old one with one joystick thingy on it."
"An Atari? That's awesome! Maybe we should hang at your dorm more often."
I snorted. Great. I was already losing my new mates, and we'd just completed the mating.
With a small sigh, I explored the area in the back of my mind that now housed my mates. It felt like the most natural thing in the world having them there, and at the same time was like a hangnail. I couldn't leave them alone and kept checking to see they were there and safe.
