Blood of Eve

by Pam Godwin

  “Yes.”

  With that one word, Michio’s entire demeanor changed from analytical doctor to dominating lover. Moving faster than my eyes could track, he blurred behind Jesse between my legs, his hand closing around Jesse’s and guiding their fingers to my pussy.

  Jesse went still, staring determinedly into my eyes. He wasn’t scared or nervous. This man feared nothing. They’d obviously already discussed how this would go, but I was still whirling over the news.

  “Will you bite the other men in the dam as well?”

  Jesse and Michio slid their fingers inside me, stroking my arousal along a rising wave, as Roark answered. “We’ve seen what Doc’s bite does to ye.”

  It turned me into a quivering, explosive blob, detonating with so much euphoric pressure it felt like an out-of-body experience.

  I grinned, my inner walls clamping around their invading fingers. “You don’t want to be responsible for giving our soldiers the best orgasms of their lives?”

  “It would be awkward.” Michio lowered his head and scraped his fangs along Jesse’s shoulder.

  Fuck, I was so absorbed in that promising gesture, it took me a moment to register that Roark’s hand had joined Jesse’s and Michio’s. Together, the three of them traced my opening, slipped through my wetness, and thrust inside me, shooting a spiral of pleasure through my body.

  Roark leaned over my chest and swirled his tongue around my nipple. “We want to give ye something, love.”

  Their fingers stroked my sensitive flesh, turning my cunt into an achy throb of heat. In about two seconds, I would give it right back in a gripping explosion around their hands.

  Michio removed his fingers and bent toward the bag on the floor. When he set a bottle of lube on the couch, my ass clenched in anticipation.

  “That’s not for you.” Michio slid his hands around Jesse’s ribs, his fingers lowering over twitching abs and lingering on the waistband of Jesse’s briefs.

  He never touched them like that. Never in such a sensual or suggestive way.

  My gaze flew to Michio’s eyes, hoping, pleading, and he stared right back with unwavering intention.

  Jesse kept himself relaxed, not a single flinch against Michio’s wandering touch, as he worked his fingers alongside Roark’s inside me. “That look right there on your face… Fuck, Evie. You’ve never asked us for this, but we know how badly you want it.”

  It. They didn’t spell it out, but I desperately needed them to. I needed to know I wasn’t imagining it. “Say it. Tell me so I understand.”

  Roark shifted to face me, his free hand sifting through my ponytail, lightly pulling. “We’re going to give you our virginities.”

  My whole body ignited beneath a turbulence of uncertainty and hunger as I scanned the depths of Jesse’s and Roark’s eyes. I expected taut expressions and edgy gazes, but their faces were composed, confident, and accepting. They fully intended to let Michio fuck them. For me.

  Roark released my ponytail, removed his fingers from between my legs, and reclined beside me on the couch. “We’ve been discussing this for months, love.”

  So they weren’t rushing into it. They’d had time to talk through it, perhaps fight about it, and come to terms with it. But why?

  Jesse’s kneeling position between my legs put him right in my view, with Michio on knees behind him, both of them watching me closely.

  I leaned back on the couch, nude, struggling to breathe, and drenched in shock. “Don’t do this for me. You’ve already given me everything. I can’t… I mean, it would be a significant and wonderful moment to experience with you. No woman in her right mind would talk you out of this. But I know you guys.” I looked each man in the eyes as I addressed him. “Roark, you already gave me your virginity. And Jesse, you fiercely told me once you weren’t into dudes.” I turned to Michio. “When the four of us are in bed, your focus is always on me. You’ve never shown desire for them.”

  Michio didn’t verbally object. No, he simply brushed his lips across Jesse’s shoulder.

  It felt like my insides were splintering and exploding at the same time. I didn’t want them to do this as a means to console me in my final days. On the other hand, if they took their relationship to this level, it could solidify their future together.

  Or wedge a mountain of shame between them.

  I glanced away. “As much as I want you to be together in this way…” I squeezed my eyes shut. Was I really saying this? I blew out a breath and gave them a firm look. “I won’t enjoy it knowing you’re doing it solely for me. I’ll be wondering if you’re hating every minute of it, or if it will make things uncomfortable between you. What if it tore you apart?”

  Michio’s hand remained on the waistband of Jesse’s briefs, his mouth hovering over Jesse’s shoulder, as he held my gaze. “I’m going to bite them, Evie. It serves a practical purpose, but you know as well as I do, it’s a deeply intimate act. Perhaps more intimate than sex. Since I trust Jesse and Roark with my life, biting them will bind us in a way that will expand all of our comfort zones.”

  Because he expected to have an orgasmic reaction with them. My God, I loved the promise of that.

  When he bit Elaine, he’d said he was too disgusted and enraged to become aroused. But that wouldn’t be the case with Jesse and Roark. He would likely respond to them the way he always did with me. With the exception of the time on the cliff, he’d never bitten me without viciously burying himself inside me, as if the bite was connected to the animalistic part of his nature and drawing blood instinctively turned him into a fucking, rutting beast.

  I suspected this was why the conversation about anal sex was initiated. I could imagine Michio laying it all out matter-of-factly. If I bite you, there’s a ninety-six percent probability I will mount you and fuck you.

  Jesse slowly thrust his fingers in and out of me, his gaze like liquid fire as he examined my face, my heaving chest, and my swollen flesh wrapped around his curling touch. Bowing over the roundness of my belly, he put his free hand on my shoulder, the position of his fingers deliberate, pressed against the bend of my shoulder and neck, his thumb stroking the pulse in my throat. A dominating grip, one that commanded me to submit to whatever they decided.

  The nerves between my legs charged, and my lungs raggedly filled with air, my doubts vanishing with each spiking jump of my heart.

  He leaned in. “Every time you watch us together, your breath picks up, your little nipples harden, and your pussy—”

  I tightened the muscles around his fingers.

  “Fuck, darlin’.” He stroked the soaking rim of my opening. “Your pussy knows how desperately we want you. And while you’re watching us together, all this wet heat will only get wetter and hotter.”

  The slurping sounds of his driving fingers filled the room. Already my orgasm was building, from his words, his touch, and my filthy imagination as my mind composed a naughty choreography of calloused hands, tight asses, and hard cocks, all slipping and grinding together.

  He slid his fingers from my pussy and raised them to Roark’s mouth as he intensely watched me. Roark gripped his wrist and greedily licked, sucking each digit between full lips, eyes locked on mine.

  Desire mounted, and I felt trapped beneath it, unable to move, imprisoned by anticipation to find out what they would do next.

  Michio leaned against Jesse’s back, his hand wrapping around Jesse’s length, which strained hard and thick against its cotton cage.

  “Turning you on turns us on, Evie.” Michio palmed Jesse’s bulge, fingers tightening. “Does he look like he’s hating this?”

  No, Jesse appeared to be struggling to calm himself, his hips rocking forward to grind against Michio’s grip.

  The next few seconds passed in a haze of heavy breaths, shared glances, and soft caresses as they stripped off their briefs and spun me around, positioning my body where they wanted me. I ended up lying lengthwise on the couch, angled more on my side than my back, and legs spread with Jesse’s co
ck at my entrance. Michio knelt behind Jesse, and Roark bent over my head, hand on my chin as he tilted my mouth toward his shaft.

  Jesse held still as Michio’s arms came around his waist. Fangs dragged languidly across Jesse’s shoulder and neck, eliciting a ripple of twitches along his abs. When Michio’s fingers found the patch of hair at the base of his hard cock, my lungs burned for air and my bones turned to lava. There was something so fucking tantalizing about watching Michio’s hand drag through those short hairs, as if the hairline served as a forbidden border. With each scrape of Michio’s fingers past that trimmed line, I could feel the last of our boundaries falling down around us.

  With the length of my leg upward along Jesse’s chest, he trailed fingers up and down my inner thigh, his pectorals trembling against me. The room filled with the sounds of anxious breaths as Michio worked the lube over himself. Roark rubbed his length along my lips. Then he met Jesse’s eyes.

  They thrust at the same time, Roark filling my mouth and Jesse hard and deep between my legs. My hands flew toward them, seeking to deepen the connection, my fingers lacing with Jesse’s on my belly and finding Roark’s grip twisting in my hair. Their bodies rocked in sync as I licked and sucked Roark’s girth and lifted my hips, meeting Jesse’s thrusts.

  Every jolt of pleasure through my body, each sound I moaned around Roark’s cock, reflected in their eyes. I felt as though I was at the apex of their world, and heaven and hell knew they were the center of mine.

  I knew the moment Michio was ready. Jesse stopped moving, buried to the hilt inside me, his hands resting on my belly. Roark pulled out of my mouth and shifted away, as if to not block my view of Jesse and Michio. Roark braced a knee on the edge of the couch beside my breasts, the jut of his swollen shaft bobbing from between his sculpted thighs. Then he leaned toward Jesse and captured the other man’s mouth.

  Jesse’s tongue rolled with Roark’s, the underside of their jaws stretching and flexing as they deepened the kiss.

  Michio angled away from Roark and brought his lips to the other side of Jesse’s neck, gripped Jesse’s hips, and breathed, “Ready?”

  Jesse slipped half-way out of me, his knees adjusting on the cushion against the back of my thighs. “No.” His voice was thick, but a nervous smile twitched his lips.

  Michio sank into him, a primal thrust of fangs and cock. With a shout, Jesse drove into my cunt, pounding rapidly, ruthlessly, his neck straining against Michio's bite, his muscles tensing, and his hands flying over my body, gripping and caressing my breasts. As hard as Michio was moving, entering Jesse in a place no one had gone before, there had to be some pain. The bite must’ve been mitigating that.

  Jesse’s muscles shook, his eyes locked shut. He held off his climax for a few more seconds then roared against Roark’s mouth. “Fuck, fuck, holy fucking shit!”

  Watching him get off with Michio buried inside him, in his vein, in his ass, while he kissed Roark and thrust between my legs was enough to send me over. The shock wave of my release rolled through me, and I rode the orgasm for long glorious seconds, jerking my hips.

  Michio continued to pump, his lips locked on Jesse’s neck, and his smoldering gaze fixed on me. A moment later, he tore his mouth away, dropped his head back with fangs tinged in blood, and groaned. His hard-packed muscles shook with his climax. Then he pulled out, and his heated gaze turned to Roark.

  “Hold the feck on, Doc.” Roark pointed at him. “I told ye I wanted to be inside her when we did this.”

  Michio gave a stiff nod as Jesse slipped from my pussy and sat back on his heels, visibly shaken.

  I leaned toward him, as much as my belly would allow, and touched his whiskered jaw. “Are you okay?”

  He gave me a dark look, the only warning I got, and attacked my mouth. His tongue coiled with mine frantically and passionately, answering me in the best way imaginable. Too soon, he broke the kiss and lifted me into his lap with my back to his chest. His hands slid around my stomach, caressing in soft, wide circles, covering the entire expanse of my bump as he reclined back against the arm of the couch.

  Michio stepped back, cleaned himself with a towel, and reapplied the lube. Roark passed him a curious glance then moved in toward Jesse and me, burrowing between our legs. First his mouth and that sinful tongue, licking and sucking my swollen flesh. Then his hips, spreading my thighs and taking Jesse’s legs with them.

  Given the size of my belly, it would’ve been easier to turn around and let him take me from behind. That had become our go-to position. But they were doing this for me, so that I could enjoy the pleasure of watching them.

  Roark bent over us, careful not to put weight on the baby, and looked at Jesse behind me. “Did it hurt?”

  The vulnerable question made my heart pang. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “I’m talking about the teeth, love.” He leaned in and nipped at my breast then raised a brow at Jesse.

  “You want me to admit I liked it,” Jesse said in a bored tone.

  Michio tossed the lube and stepped behind Roark. “He liked it. I felt his shudder from his neck all the way to his toes.”

  Jesse didn’t respond, but his cock was already swelling against my back.

  I groaned. “God, none of you will need recovery time now. With your greedy bodies in a constant state of hardness, I’m probably going to start walking funny.”

  Roark grinned and palmed my belly. “Ye mean, waddle funny?”

  “Fuck off.” I grinned back.

  Michio reached behind Roark and did something with his hand that made Roark lower his head and moan. “The effects of the bite will be gradual. At least it was for me. Small changes over the first month.” He shifted, lining his cock to Roark’s backside, and wrapped his hands around Roark’s hips. “Roark?”

  Anchoring his arms beneath my knees, Roark raised my lower body to meet his hips and entered me, inch by teasing inch. He quickly found his pace, stroking my inner walls, grunting, and staring into my eyes. Each long glide of his shaft shot sparks of sensations down my legs, teetering me on the edge of orgasm. Jesse’s lips on my neck and hands wandering my body only heightened my arousal.

  Michio took him the same way he’d taken Jesse, fangs in his neck and one hard thrust, fucking him furiously, which only seemed to make Roark hungrier, needier, and more aggressive. I would never tire of watching them together, their powerful bodies and husky groans, working harder, reaching deeper, and seeking their pleasure.

  But what captivated me the most were the affectionate touches. Jesse’s hand gliding over Roark’s where he pinched my nipple. And Michio’s thumb lightly stroking Roark’s jaw as he held Roark’s neck against his mouth.

  As Roark and Michio trembled through their orgasms, I moaned with them, and let the sights and sounds of all three of them take me over. Their panting breaths, impassioned groans, every flex and bunch of their gorgeous bodies overwhelmed me with happiness.

  We didn’t stop after that, those initial releases only taking the edge off. We moved to the shower near our room, where they took turns fucking me under the fall of water. I’d never seen them so wound up and insatiable. They touched each other without hesitancy, tongues sliding together, and eyes connecting without embarrassment or regret. It was as if something had unlocked between them, the power to openly express companionship and love, the permission to freely act on desires, whatever it was seemed to lift a veil from around us, one I hadn’t even known was there.

  Eventually, obligations pulled us away from one another. For the rest of the afternoon, we ate, visited with the never-ending queue of people outside, and ate again.

  But by nightfall, we returned to our room, where they explored one another, openly, hungrily, and always with me at the center of their focus. When they weren’t stretching and filling every hole in my body, they were fucking each other, watching me, feeding off the desire in my eyes. Michio never bottomed, but Jesse and Roark swapped positions with each other in a whirlwind of deep thrusts, bru
ising hands, rasping growls, driven and vicious.

  I hadn’t understood the real strength in their passion until I witnessed them unleashing it on each other. They didn’t have to be gentle or kind. They took and conquered like men in war, all while holding my gaze, fully aware that the sight of their flexing bodies gliding together set me on fire. Their eyes clung to me, lured me in, and held me with them. I knew they cared for one another, but they didn’t abandon their proud, competitive natures. Each man was here for me, fighting the others for my attention and love. If I hadn’t been watching or participating, they wouldn’t have been together on this level, fulfilling my every fantasy. I hoped someday they might love one another as much as I loved them.

  It was late that night when we finally crashed in bed, muscles sore and tired, and desires thoroughly quenched. Jesse was curled around my side, and Roark’s head rested on my chest, his body at a right angle to mine, with the bedding twisted over our nude skin.

  I traced a finger over the bite mark on Roark’s neck. “Have you thought of names?”

  Michio had left our sweaty pile to grab something from his bag by the door. He straightened, cupping a piece of metal in his hand, and looked back at me. “How about Moria?”

  Roark made a face. “Where are we, in Middle-earth?”

  “Moria.” Jesse tried it out, his voice hacking. “It makes my throat hurt.”

  “Fine.” Michio strode back and climbed in beside Roark, his head next to mine and his gaze on Jesse. “What would you name her?”

  Jesse drew a circle around my belly button with his finger. “Prudence. Because she’s going to be prudish, modest, innocent, and…prudish. Very prudish.”

  Michio snorted. “Makes me think of plums.”

  “And ancient old aunts.” I sighed. “I’ve had a few ideas.”

  Michio propped his elbow on the pillow above my head, his chin resting on his fist. “Let’s hear them.”

  “Faith, Hope, Harmony, Grace, Destiny… They all fit, but they feel…I don’t know. Names like that set expectations. She’ll have enough of that as it is, so yeah, I’m not in love with any of them.” I turned my head and eyed his hand, where he held whatever he’d removed from his bag. “What is that?”