by Pam Godwin
Roark thrust his tongue, panting, nipping, his chest pressing my back against Jesse, and their bodies wrapping me in a cocoon of warm sliding flesh.
“Spread your legs,” Roark breathed against my lips.
I stretched my thighs over Jesse’s and relaxed against his chest, thrilling in the feel of his erection swelling against my back.
Roark stripped off his shorts and knelt between my legs, his hard cock rising from the V of his muscular thighs. A pearl of precum clung to the plump head, his veined length slightly curved and jutting toward me, heavy and ready.
I squirmed in the cradle of Jesse’s strength, my body molten, aching for the feel of Roark’s fat cock stretching and stroking my pussy.
Roark reached down, teased his fingers along my folds, then dug them ruthlessly inside me, working his hand as his tongue tangled and rolled with mine. Groaning, I flexed my hips, the flesh between my legs so sore and wet, my inner walls gripping and sucking his driving fingers.
I needed them inside, needed them pounding and sliding and groaning together. “Fuck me. Both of you at the same time.”
Roark shared a look with Jesse over my shoulder. I didn’t know what that meant and couldn’t see Jesse’s face. Before I could ask, Roark took hold of my hips and dragged me away from the other man.
Holding me to his chest, he dropped to his back and with his hands clutching my thighs, he slammed me down on his cock.
I clung to his shoulders, my head falling against his neck, as I moaned and ground against him, bucking to meet his desperate thrusts. His hands explored the curves of my breasts, the bend of my waist, palming and squeezing the flesh of my ass.
The mattress dipped with Jesse’s movements, and the warmth of his fingers swept down my back. Roark fucked me harder, his grip tightening, as he hammered wildly between my slippery thighs.
Jesse touched and kissed every inch of my body, his fingers and lips heating my ankles, my inner thighs, my nipples, my neck, and everywhere in between. When his caresses moved to my pussy, I clenched around Roark’s thick invasion, my breaths stumbling with anticipation.
Roark slowed to a stop, his chest heaving, and his heavy-lidded eyes watching me from inches away.
Jesse leaned over my back, slid a finger in my cunt, and dragged it alongside Roark’s shaft, as he brought his lips to my ear. “You think you can fit us both in this tight cunt?” He stroked my opening, stretching my flesh around the steely length buried there. “I’m not so sure.”
I lifted my hips, sliding up and down on Roark. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”
Behind me, Jesse nipped at my shoulder and pressed the broad crown of his dick to my entrance, rubbing it against the base of Roark’s length.
Roark kissed me, his fingers digging into my ass, and his body trembling as if struggling to keep still as Jesse worked himself inside. My sheath soaked Jesse’s entry, stretching and pulsing around his added girth. But inch by determined inch, I swallowed him, both of them, my body throbbing as it adjusted to the overwhelming invasion.
“Fuck.” Jesse clutched my hips, his forehead dropping to my back. “Goddamn, that’s tight.”
The stretching sensation raced through me like fire. Heart pounding, I held myself utterly still. Jesse’s grip was firm on my hip, and the soft stroke of his thumb made me shiver.
Roark held me against his chest, staring up at me hungrily, his mouth open to accommodate his ragged breaths.
“Ready?” he asked, hoarsely.
I nodded and braced my hands on his shoulders.
He pumped, and Jesse followed his lead, thrusting in time with the flex of Roark’s hips, their cocks gliding as one, moving faster, deeper, the slap of our bodies growing louder and more frenzied. Jesse kept his weight off my back and touched a hand to my belly, as if to tell me he was mindful of the precious life in my womb, that he would take care of me and not push me past an unhealthy limit.
Roark regarded Jesse’s hand on my stomach, his eyes softening and shifting to mine. Then they crinkled with mischievousness. Holding onto my ass with one hand, he grasped my neck with the other, tightening his fingers to control my movements, to leverage against the ramming force of his need. But he didn’t constrict my breathing. He quickened it, owning my pleasure and giving it back tenfold with the clench of his fingers and the stab of his cock.
With both of them filling me, panting, fucking, grunting, Roark’s tongue in my mouth, and Jesse’s teeth on my shoulder, I plummeted into a sublime state of intoxication. My nipples tightened painfully, my muscles quivered, and my body melted into hot butter in their hands.
The snug clamp of my cunt gripped them side-by-side, but as they plunged over and over, sinking deeper, driving harder, they fell out of sync. Urgency replaced focus, finesse morphed into savage fucking, and Jesse slipped out. He wedged himself back in and after a few vicious thrusts, fell out again.
“Shit.” He shifted against me, his knees adjusting on the bed. “Slow the fuck down.”
Roark groaned against my mouth. “For feck's sake, lad. I'm almost at the vinegar strokes.”
With a brutal lunge, Jesse sank into me. A guttural, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest, and he kicked his hips, slamming deep, pushing, pulling, sinking, groaning and—
I yelped as the hard drive of his cock hit the skin just behind my opening.
“Fuck!” He shifted around me, the mattress bouncing, as he crawled along my side.
I turned my head, tracking the sound of his heavy breaths. “What are you—?”
He shoved his cock past my lips. With his hand in my hair and his knees beside Roark’s head, he fucked my mouth with aggressive strokes, spreading the tang of my pussy across my tongue.
As Roark’s thrusts picked up, I planted my palms on his chest and greedily sucked, lapping at Jesse’s shaft, the slurping suction of my mouth merging with the sticky, wet sounds of Roark’s plunging cock. I squeezed my inner muscles, and Roark groaned, punching his hips and quickening his pace.
With my face turned to the side and Jesse buried in the back of my throat, I couldn’t see Roark, but he could see me. He watched my cheeks hollow with the force of my sucking. Traced a finger around my mouth as Jesse’s girth parted my lips. Fucked me with Jesse’s balls inches from his face. And tenderly touched my chin, jerking his hips, as Jesse’s cock popped free, dripping with my saliva.
I flattened my tongue along the veins that textured Jesse’s length, dipping to nuzzle the sensitive underside, as I peered up at him through my lashes. “Did you really come in Roark’s mouth?”
Roark stilled, his hooded eyes narrowing on Jesse.
Jesse tightened his fist in my hair and circled his hips, brushing the inflamed head of his erection across my lips. “I wanted to fuck your mouth.”
I teased his delicate slit with the tip of my tongue, savoring his salty fluid. “Answer the question.”
“I already told you I did,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“How many times?”
“Every time he put his obnoxious mouth on me.”
A rush of sinful heat gathered between my legs. My God, I would’ve loved to have seen that.
Jesse tenderly stroked my cheek with his thumb as he glared down at Roark. “He doesn't understand the meaning of no.”
Roark reached up and curled his fingers around Jesse’s cock. “Tell me no now.”
With one hand in my hair, Jesse seized Roark’s jaw with the other. “No.”
“No, ye won’t tell me no?”
“No.” A croaked whisper, as if gasped from a battlefield, where primal need fought and conquered reluctance.
Roark’s rigid length jerked inside me. “Good.”
“What?” I looked between them. “What are you guys doing?”
“We’re communicating, darlin’.” Jesse pressed himself into my mouth, pushing against Roark’s grip and shutting me up as he glared at the other man. “I will always say no.”
“I trust no will always m
ean yes.” Roark pulled Jesse from my mouth and stroked a tight fist along the swollen length. “Say it again.”
Jesse’s eyes fired with challenge, his jaw rock hard and twitching. “No.”
Roark slid his mouth around the head of Jesse’s cock. I watched, aroused out of my mind, as his tongue flicked out to lick and suck the long shaft. Then, swallowing Jesse whole, he propelled his hips, fucking me and working his mouth, his eyes closed, and his hands holding me in a bruising grip.
Groaning, Jesse rocked forward, his thighs trembling as he twisted fingers through my hair and shoved my face toward Roark’s lips.
I hungrily joined him, my mouth fusing with his, kissing him, sucking Jesse, my hands digging into Roark’s shoulders as I circled my hips and rode his cock.
The sounds of our growling and panting vibrated through the room. Roark clutched my slick thighs, filling me with hard, powerful strokes. Jesse dug fingers in my hair, working his length in and out my mouth. Roark moved in, taking over with rougher licks and unsheathed teeth, sucking harder, far more aggressively than any blowjob I was capable of giving. He sucked a cock like a man, and holy hell, I’d never witnessed a hotter sight, nor had I ever heard the deep, animalistic noises he was able to wrench from Jesse’s throat.
When Jesse slipped free of Roark’s jaws, he returned to my mouth, plunging hard and fast. Roark stayed with me, licking at my lips as I sucked Jesse's cock. I ground my pelvis against his, inhaled his breaths, and lapped at Jesse’s salty taste, keening, grabbing, and rolling with Roark’s sadistic thrusts.
I loved Jesse’s hand in my hair and Roark’s mouth open beneath my kiss. I loved the way they watched me with intensity and devotion. Loved their bare skin against mine and the need tumbling from their lips in throaty grunts. And I loved their trust in me and their trust in each other.
The inconceivable bliss they gave me swelled in my belly and expanded through my chest, spreading outward. My insides heated and my limbs tingled with full-body stimulation. They climbed the tide of pleasure with me, muscles trembling, breaths staggering, and cocks digging with focused strokes.
As I came, millions of tiny pleasure-seeking sparks cracked and broke open, surging through me in rippling waves. I convulsed uncontrollably, my pussy clenching against Roark and my lips locking around Jesse. Their fingers tightened on my ass, my hips, and in my hair, as they spilled, pouring into me, the hot spurts of their orgasms leaking down my thighs and soaking my throat.
We collapsed in a pile of sweat-slick flesh, watching each other as our breaths evened out, our muscles twitching with gentle echoes. Slowly, our expressions, our bodies, the silence, everything ebbed into lazy contentment.
Side by side, Jesse and Roark lay on their backs, my thigh sprawled across Roark’s, and my cheek pressed against Jesse’s chest.
Jesse twirled my hair around his finger. “I love you.”
I grinned. “And Roark.”
“He’s part of you.”
I sighed, happily. “And Michio?”
Roark rubbed a hand over my thigh. “Every look from your guardians, every word, every breath, the very energy in our bodies, everything we are is a part of ye. And we love every part.”
They weren’t just a part of me. They consumed me. I knew their deep voices, their tastes, and their drugging scents. I knew the lines of their bodies, the brutal beauty of their expressions, and the thoughts behind their steady eyes. I knew them as well, if not better, than I knew myself. My mind, my body, and my soul. Three parts made whole. We were one.
My eyes drifted closed. “And my child?”
“Is our child.” Jesse’s timbre whispered through me, warming me.
“Three overprotective fathers.”
Roark’s hand moved to my belly, lightly stroking. “Three fathers to love her.”
Deep, profound happiness soaked my weary muscles. I basked in it, sinking against their warm bodies, while imagining a tiny infant in Roark’s huge arms, a rambunctious toddler pulling on Jesse’s whiskers, and a hormonal teen challenging Michio’s ungodly patience.
I longed to be there, to walk her through every precious stage of her life, but if I couldn’t, if fate took me, I would be leaving her my heart. A very full heart, embodied by three strong and loving men.
The peaceful silence whispered by with the minutes, slipping into hours. Jesse and Roark hadn’t moved beneath me, their soft breaths coaxing me to join them in sleep. But I waited, unable to close my eyes without resting them on Michio.
His distance was palpable in the hum beneath my skin. He was near, but not near enough. For hours, I convinced myself to be patient.
He’ll come to ye when he’s ready.
What if he was never ready? Maybe he needed me to knock him on his ass in a river. My Jiu Jitsu skills paled in comparison to his, but I could find another way to knock some sense into him.
Quietly, carefully, I slipped away from Jesse and Roark and crept across the room. I found my t-shirt and shorts and dressed as I tiptoed toward the door and turned the knob.
“Do ye want me to go with ye?” Roark asked, steeping the silence in his groggy, accented tones.
He didn’t have to ask where I was going.
“No.” I smiled at him over my shoulder. “Go back to sleep.”
“Don’t leave this level of the dam.” Jesse rolled to his side, watching me with sleepy eyes.
“Should I be worried about the security?” I held his gaze. “I’ll sense if there are spiders or aphids nearby.”
“No. I just don’t want you farther than a shout away.” Jesse’s protectiveness hardened his voice. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
With that, I slipped into the hall, leaving the door open, and followed the pulse of Michio’s humming aura. Down the corridor, passing two tunnels, I arrived at the cracked door of the restroom we’d showered in.
He would’ve felt my approach the same way I could sense him, his nearness brushing beneath my skin like a dark whisper. As I stepped through the doorway, I could see three toilets and the shower head at the center of the ceiling. No Michio. My nose twitched. Did I smell—?
Oh God. My lungs labored, drawing in the coppery scent of blood.
I darted around the corner and slammed to a stop.
Michio leaned over one of the sinks, and his stony eyes locked on mine in the mirror. No surprise on his face at my presence. Instead, his mouth was lined in pain and regret and…blood.
It trickled down his neck, smeared his bare chest, and splattered fat red dots on the sink. In his fist was a rusted pair of pliers, the steel-tipped jaw clamped around a pulled tooth.
A fang.
My throat constricted, and heart-wrenching horror cracked my voice. “Michio, what have you done?”
“Have you forgotten I bit you?” Venomous anger punched through Michio’s voice, his eyes hard and pinned on mine in the mirror. “My bite made you infertile!”
“It saved me.” My heart raced, and what wasn’t trembling with worry was twisting with the need to console him. “You saved me.”
Since I probably wouldn’t live long enough to have more children, my infertility didn’t matter. My concern lay only with my child. Would she be sterile? Aiman had been confident in the viability of future reproduction, though he didn’t have proof.
Shaken but determined, I crossed the bathroom. Michio kept his back to me, the ridges of his shoulders tightening with each soft clap of my bare feet.
He dropped the fang and the pliers in the sink and gripped the basin with both hands.
God, how could he pull his teeth out like that? I met his eyes in the mirror.
Guilt. Bloody rivers of it ran from his clamped lips and dripped over his chin.
“If you hadn’t bitten me, you wouldn’t have broken Aiman’s control and grabbed that rope.” Three feet away, two feet, one…I touched his lower back, causing his skin to ripple over his spine. “If you hadn’t given me that piercing kiss, you and I and our chi
ld would be splattered at the bottom of the dam.”
He hung his head and spat a glob of blood in the sink. I grabbed a towel off a nearby shelf, my attention fastening on the number of fangs on the drain. How were there three?
I wedged in front of his stiff frame, forcing his hands to release the edge of the sink. With gentle fingers, I tilted his chin up. My touch seemed to chase away some of the shadows in his eyes, and a glimmer of the man I knew appeared, staring down at me with a thoughtful, analytical mien.
His gaze swept my face, his expression tightening. “You smell like them.”
Yeah, I could feel their come trickling down my inner thighs.
“I love them, Michio. And they love you.” I wiped the towel over the crimson edging his mouth. “I love you.”
He closed his eyes. “I’m trying…” His eyes opened, deep, exotically shaped, and fringed black lashes. “I’m trying to be a better man. A man worthy of love.”
By pulling out his teeth? I flipped the towel, using a clean section to clear away the remaining blood from his chin and chest. “Can I make a suggestion?”
His eyes stayed with me while his hands remained stubbornly at his sides.
“Stop trying and just be yourself.” I dropped the towel and lifted a finger to his lips, coaxing them apart to expose a full row of teeth, two of which protruded longer and sharper than the rest. “Where did…how…I thought you removed these?”
His soft lips moved against my touch. “I did. They keep growing back.”
I knew he had inhuman healing, but to regrow his teeth that fast? I couldn’t believe it. Hell, I couldn’t fathom him pulling them out in the first place.
“You were afraid you’d bite me again?”
“I will bite you again.” He leaned around me and rinsed his mouth out with water from the tap. “I won’t be able to stop myself.”
I shivered against that promise. Delighted in it. “When you bit me on the cliff, I wanted you to do it.”
Chewing on the edge of my lip, I recalled the moment he’d sunk his teeth in me. He’d been aroused as much as I had been, and any damage the bite might’ve caused was already done. What was the risk in doing it again?
