by JL Madore
As she pushes back on my thumb and comes against my mouth, she’s as wild as I’ve ever seen her.
“Are you ready to be fucked, Little Wolf?” Creed’s voice is rough and deep.
“Yes,” she pants. “Hard and wild, like before.”
“That’s my girl.”
Only, she’s my girl. Or at least I thought she was.
Maybe part of my issue with sharing her is thinking that she and I had things locked down perfectly. The silver-haired prince is showing me up.
“Swing around and kiss your bear while I fill you.”
It surprises me that Keyla complies without hesitation. She trusts him to pleasure her and damn, as much as that’s a hit to my ego, it’s also sexy as hell.
Keyla climbs up my side, the warm mounds of her breasts dancing in a glorious, weighted dangle and sway. When she reaches my shoulders, she lowers her lips to mine and reaches down my chest to grasp my cock. “Hello, Bear. Are you good?”
Am I? I see the apprehensive light flickering in her eyes and a shiver runs through me. She’s still worried about my reaction. I committed to this when I accepted Creed’s offer to join the mating. As Kotah so eloquently put it, I committed to twice the mating fun, not half.
“Yeah, I’m great. Kiss me.”
She leans in and her mouth slides over mine and at the same time, her grip tightens and she starts stroking.
“You look good on all fours,” Creed says, positioning behind her.
Yeah, Keyla on all fours is a sight to see whether in wolf form or like this. She’s too busy kissing the hell outta me to respond. Her tongue breaks the seal of my mouth and she invades and challenges me.
Before Creed, she never asserted herself like this. I was the dominant one. Now, it seems, she’s found her inner vixen.
When she slows our kiss and breaks off with a gasp, I shift my gaze to watch Creed’s face as he sinks into Keyla’s heat. Damn. I’ve only got to experience that mind-blowing pleasure once myself.
I need inside her again.
“How good does that feel, amirite?”
Creed opens his eyes and for once, those ebony demon eyes don’t freak me out. They aren’t emotionless voids as I used to see. There is a great deal of communication in them if you take the time to look. “She’s so tight and hungry.”
I reach around her shoulders, holding her so she can sink forward and not worry about holding herself up. When she’s secured I meet Creed’s gaze and nod. “I’ve got her. Do your thing.”
The uneven smirk that lifts the side of the prince’s mouth is sexy as fuck. With a sweep of his hand, he gathers her hair and wraps it in his fist. Tugging back pulls her head up and I get a glorious whiff of the spike in her arousal.
“Oh, fuck, she loves that. You should smell the sweet decadence of her scent right now.”
He tugs again and the burgundy choker covering her throat shifts as she swallows. “More, Little Wolf?”
“Yes, please.”
“Such nice manners.”
I chuckle. Nice manners, sure, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t digging her nails into my cock. Which I’ll never complain about because fuck as much as it stings… it’s so worth it.
Creed picks up speed and then he’s thrusting his hips forward, again and again, pounding hard and deep. I worry about the rate he’s penetrating her but I don’t need to. By the scent of pleasure she’s giving off, he’s driving her toward another consuming orgasm.
I tighten my grip on her shoulders, holding her in place as the rhythmic slap of flesh-on-flesh drives me insane with lust.
Fuck. I want to do this to her. To key her up and hit her with everything I’ve got.
And, if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of that kind of power thrusting either.
The pressure building in my balls burns to break free but I’ll be damned if I’m the first to let go.
My bear lets off a long rumble as I bite back the urge to come. Keyla shows me no mercy though. She seems to remember she was palming me before the fae prince started giving her insides a rubdown and goes back to pumping my cock.
My chest heaves, my abs clenched so hard the muscles are solid stone. I can’t fight the release.
With a curse and a long, guttural groan, I give in, my body flexing as I succumb.
CHAPTER SIX
Creed
The bear’s mighty body flexes and quakes as he empties streams of cream across his ridged abs. The look on his face is tortured ecstasy. He’s laying it all out. Stiff and panting, with his eyes clamped closed, Doc is something to see.
My thigh muscles are on fire, my abs burning. Keyla will be the death of me, I swear. Because no matter how deep I get inside her, it only makes me want her more. The slap of my tingling balls against the soft curves of her thighs is driving me mad.
I need to own her… to consume her… to possess her body and soul.
I feel her quickening take hold as her core grips my cock. With every squeeze and pulse, her body milks me. It’s too much… and at the same time, not enough.
I open a mental channel between the three of us and her climax hits me hard. Fuck. I can’t fight it. Thrusting forward with a ferocity I’ve never felt during sex before, I lock my hips and my climax takes over.
Keyla’s body is constricting around me in slick, greedy pulls and the room spins.
The instant my orgasm hits, my hips spear her hard and freeze for a split second before withdrawing an inch and then driving deep for another kicking explosion.
I come so hard, my vision fails me.
Dizzy and slick with sweat, I collapse to the carpet and roll onto my back. The fight to fill my heaving lungs is real. I’m panting, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Staring up at the ceiling, I let off a groan. “That was…”
“Fucking hot,” Doc says. “Nicely done, mate.”
When his fist raises into the air, I meet his knuckles with my own. Then, I roll onto my side and lick the soft flesh of Keyla’s arm. “How are you, Little Wolf? I’m sorry if I was too rough. I used you hard but you seemed to enjoy it.”
Keyla barks a laugh. “That was amazing.”
“You’ll be sore.”
“I don’t care. Like I told you. I want it all. No holds barred. Never think for me.”
With the mental connection open, I feel the stab of regret those words trigger in our third. Keyla misses it, and that’s good. She shouldn’t feel guilty about expressing her needs.
I meet Doc’s gaze and offer him a sympathetic smile as I open a private conversation. Maybe you were a little too much of a gentleman for her tastes, but this is where we are now. Don’t regret what the two of you shared. It was who you were at that time.
Why the fuck didn’t I listen when she told me she wanted more?
You saw her age, inexperience, and station and wanted to ensure you didn’t overwhelm or overstep. That’s not a bad thing. It shows you’re a good guy.
He chuckles. And so, what does that make you, the bad boy?
I waggle my eyebrows. I can live with that.
I probe around in the emotions swirling in Dillan’s mind and am pleased to find no regrets about joining us. He’s still very turned on and not only by Keyla.
My balls tingle with the awakening of a second wave on the horizon. What’s on your mind, Bear? Is there something I can do for you?
He meets my gaze and frowns.
Sorry. Mind fae. Me reading your mental impulses is very similar to you smelling emotions. I don’t mean it to be invasive, but if you’re still hungry, I’ve got another round or two in me.
Doc leans back against the sofa, stretching out all those sculpted, wildling muscles. What does that look like?
Whatever you want it to look like. I’m usually the driver but if you’ve got something specific in mind, I’m game. I don’t want you with needs that aren’t met. I meant what I said about this mating. You’re not only here because of Keyla. I think we can bu
ild something.
He thinks about that for a few more seconds and then nods. Yeah, let’s get the first time under our belts while things are still sexy and the haze of booze is hanging thick.
I rise onto my elbow and trace a gentle finger up Keyla’s belly and around her nipples. The gentle sawing of her breath is so cute.
She dozed off, sated and tired right out.
How about we move her onto the sofa and take it into the bedroom, so we don’t disturb her?
With a nod, he scoops our mate off the carpet and gently sets her onto the sofa. I jog into Honor’s room and grab one of the ultra-soft throw blankets my sister loves so much.
When Keyla is settled and covered, Dillan and I head into the bedroom. We leave the door open to make it clear she’s welcome to join us if she wakes up. Otherwise, this will remain a get-to-know-you guy session.
Doc
Holy fuck, am I ready for this? I watch the chiseled pull and stretch of Creed’s bare legs and tight ass as he leads us back to his bedroom. He’s still wearing his dress shirt unbuttoned and open at the front. It’s a hot look for him. Most things are a hot look for him.
The problem isn’t the physical act of fucking around. I’m a bear wildling. I can do that. The guy is ripped and broody and I’m a sucker for an emotionally tortured soul.
My hesitation falls squarely in the ‘am I ready to accept everything this implies’?
“Give me two minutes,” Creed says, stepping into the ensuite bathroom.
I stare at the bed and think about the past twenty-four hours: Keyla and Creed collapsing together after almost dying, Creed inviting me to join them, him and Keyla having mind sex, then her and I finally mating…
A lot has happened but when I do a gut check and ask my bear what he thinks, he’s a solid yes.
Make this work. We want Keyla. Keyla is Creed’s. That means we need to make it work with Creed as well.
“Everything all right?” Creed asks tossing a bottle of liquid onto the bed. “Second thoughts?”
I shake my head. “Just doing a gut-check.”
“And?”
“S’all good. I’m all in.”
There’s that uneven smirk again. Funny, I’ve never seen it when he interacts with other people. Knowing it’s a private smile warms something deep in the center of my chest. I may not know him well, but I think getting to know him will be worth the adventure.
When he steps in front of me, he grips my hips and lowers his chin. He’s got height on me but doesn’t tower over me like Brant and Hawk. I’m glad about that.
“What are you thinking, Bear? Hard and hot or letting the burn build?”
“Door number two,” I say with a chuckle. “I’ve seen your hard and hot and I don’t think my ass can take it. It’s been a long while since I’ve been with a male.”
He grins. “I’ll try not to break you.”
I slide my fingers under the flap of his shirt and check out the wide line of symbology running from his shoulder down to his hip. “This is fucking spank. What does it mean?”
“It’s the royal lineage of the Thornebane family.”
I trace a few of the whorls of ink, pinch the tightened peak of his nipple, and continue my exploration southward. “No body hair. Is that a natural thing or do you manscape?”
“Natural. Most Guardian classed fae are bare-skinned. Is that a plus or a minus?”
“On you? Definitely a plus. You’re a well-put-together male.”
“I could say the same.”
He hasn’t moved his hands from my hips, but as my caress drops, I take a moment to stop and study his cock bobbing between us. “Very well-put-together.”
Forcing myself to give up the view of his cock, I lift my gaze. His dark eyes are turbulent, filled with questions I don’t understand.
I suppose if everyone and everything I love was taken from me and I was forced to live alone and tormented for years, I’d be a little leery too. “Whatever it is, going forward, I’ve got your back. You don’t know me yet, but I’m someone you can count on.”
In answer to that, he steps closer. Our rigid cocks are trapped between our bodies as his hold shifts and he pulls us together. His hands splay up my back and then his lips brush mine.
Unlike when I kiss Keyla, there’s no gentlemanly impulse with Creed. The moment his mouth seals over mine, something inside me unlocks, and then it’s on.
As crazy as it is, this man is my mate.
He’s a fucking prince of the fae realm and if I have anything to do about it, he’ll be the next King of Dornte.
I’m not sure what he does with his mind gift but as his tongue plunges into my mouth, I get erotic flashes of him pinning me to the mattress, of him spinning me and fucking me hard as I grip the footboard of the bed, and then of him throwing me onto my back and spreading my legs to pump wildly inside me.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, the sensations overwhelming.
“That’s the idea,” he says. “Any of those previews look good?”
“All of them, your pick. Where do you want me?”
A few racing heartbeats later I’m on my back, sprawled across his monstrous mattress and he’s on all fours, draping his body over me. His mouth reclaims mine and his hair falls forward, enclosing us within a curtain of silver silk.
I’m lost in the sweep of his tongue and the smooth glide of his skin against mine.
I spread my thighs and pull him tight to my body, so our hard cocks rub together between us.
We both curse and the scent of his need is ratcheting up at an incredible rate. “I smell your hunger. Take from me whatever you need to soothe that ache.”
His hips rock, undulating against mine as his tongue pillages and plunders my mouth and our pecs rub. The electric connection of skin-on-skin… the friction of hard cocks rubbing… the frenzied wet heat of our mouths consuming one another…
I’m dizzy with drink and lust, my chest pumping and my fingers gripping his hair.
“Fuck. You need to get inside me before I die.” I spread my thighs and he rises onto his knees between my legs. Reaching for that bottle, he squirts out a puddle of liquid, reaches down, and I prop up my hips.
The liquid is cold, but his fingers are warm. “This has a bit of tingle to it too.”
His finger rims my anus over and over, pushing the lube inside me. The air vibrates with the growl of my bear as he pleads for more. Damn, it’s been a long time for me since being with another guy. The way Creed works me in, I sense that’s not the same for him.
Closing my eyes, I arch my back, hissing as he takes hold of my cock too. “Okay. I could get used to this.”
And then the hand job is gone and he slides off the bed. “Change of plans. I want to stand and have better access to thrust.”
Well, who would argue with that?
The room shifts as he grabs my ankles and swivels me across the mattress. At the edge of the bed, he flips me onto my belly. The moment my feet find purchase on the floor I realize the height of this huge bed is perfect.
I’m piked at the waist and my chassis is at the exact height for him to have easy access.
“You ready for me?”
“Yeah,” I choke out. “Go for it.”
The pressure of his cock against my ass ignites an urge to push back. I want this. Now that we’re here, my blood is pounding.
This is my mate. And he’s not a gentleman.
The penetration is swift, the sting substantial, the feeling shockingly intense. My unused body struggles to accommodate the thickness of him but there are no complaints. He’s hard and thick and thanks to that lube he spread around, he’s got a wicked slide going on.
“Fuck yes.” I fist the comforter with both hands and use my considerable strength to brace myself. “Mark me hard because then it’s my turn and my bear and I won’t go easy on you.”
“Something to look forward to, then.”
“Without a doubt.”
His hold on my hips cons
tricts with brutal force. I’ll have ten little round bruises from his fingers to remind me of this later, but I don’t give a shit.
Holy hell that liquid lube of his is tingling like a motherfucker and zinging sensation straight to my balls.
Creed groans and gets his groove on.
Yanking my hips to meet his powerful thrusts, he drives into me without apology. It’s rough the first few times and I wonder if a cock as hard and powerful as his can actually burst right through me.
Then, as the lube slicks his cock more and my inner workings relax, things get easier.
His breath bursts out of him in primitive grunts every time he buries himself fully.
With my bear’s strength Creed doesn’t knock me forward when he thrusts, he buries deep and withdraws. It’s punishing and there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s marking me as his own.
Good, because that’s what he’ll get as soon as he’s done. I drop my forehead to the blanket and absorb the moment. Erotic scents coalesce and fill the air: our arousal, the sex we’ve already had with Keyla, and the sweat of being thoroughly fucked.
Creed’s thrusts push my cock against the mattress with every in and out. The silky softness of the comforter against the hard shaft of my arousal is soooo good.
“What’s a girl gotta do to get in on this?” Keyla asks, grinning from the footboard.
There’s a brief moment when I stiffen, feeling like a horny teenager caught fucking around by his parents. I’m washed with panic and then guilt and then embarrassment. Unbeknownst to us, she walked in and watched me getting the full Brokeback treatment.
Her tongue peeks out and glides across her lips. “A girl takes a moment to pass out in the afterglow of a great orgasm and the party rages on without her.”
“On the bed, Little Wolf,” Creed says, his voice husky and breathy. “On your back, legs open.”
Keyla grins and does exactly as she’s told.
“Bear, you haven’t been inside our girl yet this round. Climb in and I’ll finish inside you up there.”
I chuckle at myself because I take his suggestion and move just as quickly as Keyla did. I hate to lose the fullness of him inside me, but this is a change of position I’m looking forward to.