by Kris Norris
He moved back, sinking onto the bed, Hollis cradled in his arms. She didn’t resist as her head rolled against his shoulder, her breath caressing his skin. Her eyes seemed out of focus as he drew her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.
“Hollis?” He brushed his fingers across her cheek. “Are you okay?”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she groaned, the hint of pain impossible to miss.
Lucas kneeled in front of her. “Darlin’. Tell us what’s wrong.”
Creases bunched the bridge of her nose as her gaze cleared. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just…” She groaned, again. “God, I’m hungry.”
Lucas frowned, glancing at the locked door. “I might have some smoked meat—”
“Not that kind of hungry. I need…” She slipped off Cullen’s lap, snaking her arms around Lucas’ neck. “Mine.”
She captured his mouth, looking every bit as wild as Cullen felt. He followed the couple to the floor, smoothing his hands down her sides then along her thighs, stopping with his fingers brushing the insides of her knees. He waited until she’d released Lucas before curling over her, pressing every inch he could against her.
He ran his thumbs along her skin, smiling at her sharp intake of breath. “I know you want to taste him, sweetheart. But I need you to open your legs. Show him how desperate he makes you feel. Give him a glimpse of what he’ll get once he comes all over your chest.”
Hollis looked back at him. “Christ, Cullen.”
She moved easily when he applied pressure against her knees, splaying her thighs apart. Her warm, earthy essence saturated the air, and he couldn’t stop from mouthing her other shoulder and scraping his canines along her flesh.
She pressed into him, even as her fingers returned to the band of Lucas’ pants. The man waited until she’d fisted the material in her hands before shifting to his feet. Hollis kept ahold of the waistband, dragging the rough cotton over his hips as he stood, freeing his cock the moment he was upright. The heavy length bobbed down toward them before springing back up, the head shiny with fluid.
Hollis purred her satisfaction, skimming her fingers up his thighs and across his groin, scratching a path along the base of his cock. “Damn, but you’re large. If Cullen is equally big, I might have spoken a bit too soon.”
Cullen chuckled. “I’m fairly certain we’ll fit. Now, are you going to taste him, first, or should I?”
Her breathy gasp made him smile. She slid him a quick glance then wrapped her tiny fingers around Lucas’ shaft. The man reached for her, gathering her hair in one hand as he stared down at his mates, the blue in his eyes nothing but a small ring around the black. Hollis grinned then angled his cock toward her, slowly leaning in until her lips hovered just shy of touching his skin. She waited until Lucas released a hushed growl before slowly licking the fluid off the tip.
The man’s head tilted back, the muscles in his neck cording. “Fuck, Hollis.”
She merely hummed, making another pass before sinking down the length. Cullen clenched his jaw as he watched Hollis work Lucas to the brink, only to ease back as she dropped kisses along his groin, dipping down to nuzzle his sac. Lucas mumbled something about pushing him too far, but Hollis either didn’t hear, or didn’t seem to care as she continued to explore and taste at her own pace. It wasn’t until the hand in her hair flexed, Lucas’ knuckles connecting with Cullen’s shoulder, that she glanced up at him. Lucas arched his brow, but Hollis only sighed, thumbing the tip of the man’s cock.
She glanced back at Cullen, snagging her lower lip before offering Lucas’ shaft to him. Cullen growled, leaning forward to lick the man’s swollen flesh. Lucas’ musky flavor filled Cullen’s senses, and he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until his mate had fully surrendered and painted his release across Hollis’ skin.
Cullen reached for Lucas, wrapping his hand over top of Hollis’ on the man’s shaft before slipping his lips around Lucas’ wide crown and taking the man deep to the back of his throat. Smooth skin glided across Cullen’s tongue, the hard length stretching his mouth. He savored the full feeling, rubbing the underside as he eased the man’s shaft free, smiling at the sight of it covered in his saliva.
Hollis moaned beside him, her scent even stronger than before. “Please tell me you’ll do that, again, because…” Her words trailed off into a breathy moan.
Cullen chuckled, repeating the deep pass before devouring Hollis’ mouth then offering her a turn. She bobbed along Lucas’ length, her eyes squeezed shut, her body shaking against Cullen’s. He kept one hand wrapped around Lucas then dropped the other to her thigh, smoothing his fingers along her creamy skin. Her motion faltered when he reached the soft vee of her groin, her flesh already slick with arousal.
He pressed his chest harder against her back as he dragged his finger through her drenched slit. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re dripping.”
She moaned around Lucas, still moving up and down his length. Cullen repeated the intimate caress, gathering some of her essence on his finger before sucking it clean. Her gaze snapped to his, the flush on her neck and chest deepening.
“So damn sweet. Lucas might end up having to share your first release.”
“Fuck that.” Lucas grunted as Hollis paused with his shaft lodged deep. “Christ, I won’t last long. And she already promised I could have control of the next round. Which means you’re both mine.”
“Greedy bastard. Fine. Come for us, and you can lick her dry.”
Lucas glanced at him then allowed his chin to bow toward his chest. His muscles rippled from the obvious strain, the bands across his abdomen casting box-like shadows on his skin. His hips jerked then started moving as he began a steady rhythm of pushing deep then retreating. Hollis held firm, angling his cock so it glided in and out of her mouth, the thick head wedging her lips apart. Cullen continued to tease her cleft, slipping just the tip of his finger inside her before focusing on another part of her body. She moaned around Lucas’ shaft, glancing at Cullen before seemingly renewing her efforts to take their mate over the edge.
He leaned in close, rubbing his arousal-damp fingers along Lucas’ length. “Soon, sweetheart, we’ll make you fly apart, but first…finish him. I want to see his release all over your skin.”
Her eyes rolled back slightly, and he didn’t miss the way her muscles tensed.
Lucas grunted, upping his pace. “Damn it, Cullen. I won’t last another minute if you keep touching me and talking like that.”
Cullen grinned. “Then, perhaps I should put my mouth to better use.”
He bent even closer, nodding when Hollis popped off, offering up Lucas’ cock. Cullen devoured the other man, making several passes before handing him off to Hollis, again. She mimicked Cullen’s technique, hollowing her cheeks as she moved then presenting Lucas back to Cullen.
Lucas mumbled above them, burying his other hand in Cullen’s hair and anchoring both his mates to him as they took turns plunging deep then watching. His grip tightened, the telltale flexing of his muscles preceding a firm yank on Cullen’s hair. He glanced up, smiling at the tight press of Lucas’ jaw as the lines in his neck corded. His mate’s eyes rolled back before his head bent forward in seeming defeat.
“Going to come. Can’t…” Lucas’ voice rasped into a throaty version of their names as his hips jerked frantically.
Hollis eased his shaft free of her mouth, still pumping the length as Cullen helped her angle the tip toward her chest. Their hands slid along the slick flesh, each pass drawing a muted moan from Lucas. The man had managed to hold off his release for several strokes before the head flared, and he came, painting ropey white fluid across Hollis’ upper chest.
Hollis gasped, sealing her mouth around the tip after the third pulse. Lucas shouted her name, the sound of her swallowing the next spurt spiking Cullen’s cock against his stomach.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Swallow everything he has left.” Cullen drew her head toward him once she’d finally released Lucas, claim
ing her mouth in a long, wet kiss. He nipped at her lips when they parted. “Damn, he tastes good on you.”
He glanced at her chest, inhaling the heady aroma of Lucas’ release mixed with the sweet essence of Hollis’ skin before twisting her enough he could mouth her flesh. Cullen struck, sinking his canines into her flesh. The combined flavor of her blood and Lucas’ seed drowned his senses, and Cullen knew he’d need to taste them both for himself.
Lucas growled, using his hold on Cullen’s hair to gain his attention. The man shook his head, a flash of red coloring his eyes. “While I love the thought of that, you’ll have to wait your turn. You two made a deal, and I intend on capitalizing on it. So, get your asses on the bed, and I might consider sharing a taste of her.” His gaze drifted to Hollis. “Then again…”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Hollis inhaled at the predatory gleam in Lucas’ eyes. There was no denying that the wild side of the man lurked just below the surface, the continual flashes of red amidst the blue proof enough. She allowed Cullen to help her to her feet, but instead of moving directly to the bed, she stepped against Lucas as she wrapped one arm around his neck. He didn’t wait for her to lean in, possessing her mouth in a frenzied mix of lips and tongues. Cullen pressed against her back, the heat from his body intensifying every sensation. She didn’t know if the unrelenting ache was from watching Lucas surrender to them or the combined bites, but she was determined to finally have the men ease the constant fluttering of her stomach. The empty clench between her legs.
Lucas stared at her once they’d parted, his gaze traveling the length of her body as Cullen backed her toward the bed. He didn’t stop once they’d reached it, merely helping her scoot across the mattress until he was braced against the wall with her trapped between his thighs. His cock felt like a brand against her lower back as he wrapped his arms around her, the firm flex of his muscles making her smile. She loved that they seemed as equally affected as she was—equally invested.
Cullen tsked behind her. “Are you still questioning our devotion, sweetheart? Means we’re not doing this right.”
She glanced at him across her shoulder. “That wasn’t quite what I was thinkin’.”
“Wasn’t it?” Cullen dragged his teeth along her collarbone, and she couldn’t stop from angling her head to the side—giving him better access.
He chuckled. “You seem surprised that we can’t get enough of you. That our damn blood is boiling just thinkin’ about touching you. Tastin’ you. And that equates to the same thing. Thought we’d made it clear we plan on spending the rest of our lives loving you. Ensure your stubborn side doesn’t get that pretty head of yours into trouble.”
“You mean like getting involved with two men who clearly aren’t the least bit tame?”
He smiled against her skin. “Exactly like that. And speakin’ of tame…” He motioned to Lucas as the man stood at the side of the bed, a cloth dangling from one hand. “He looks like he’s about to sprout fur you’ve got him so worked up.”
“I don’t think it’s just me he wants.”
Lucas grunted as he crawled onto the bed. “Already told you I intended to have both of you. But first…”
He brushed the cloth along her chest, removing any remaining evidence of his release from her skin. “As much as I love seeing my claim painted on your flesh, you won’t be truly comfortable with your skin all sticky, especially when we’ve only just begun.”
Goosebumps erupted along her torso, the cool brush of the cloth a direct contrast to the burning sensation beneath her flesh. She reached for Lucas, dragging him to her before he’d had a chance to dispose of the cloth. But she didn’t care about being clean. All she wanted was his lips on hers as Cullen traced his hands down her side then along her thighs, once again settling them near her knees. She moaned into Lucas’ mouth when Cullen slid his fingers along her inner thighs, tracing a line through her slick folds.
The man hummed. “Damn, I think you’re even wetter.”
She glanced at him as he raised his finger to his mouth, sucking off her arousal. The sight made her pussy clench, again, and she swore her entire cleft felt ready to burst.
Cullen grinned. “So fucking sweet. Open wide, sweetheart, and show Lucas how badly you want to come all over his face.”
“God, Cullen. When you talk like that…”
He chuckled this time. “Makes you feel even more desperate for his tongue on you, doesn’t it.”
It wasn’t posed as a question, though she nodded anyway as he applied pressure to her thighs, finally lifting them up and over his. She tensed as the new position completely bared her to their gazes, feeling more than a little exposed. She focused on Lucas, quivering at the intensity in his eyes. No one had ever looked at her like that, as if she somehow held his life in her hands.
He smiled, bending forward and nipping at her lip before kissing a path along her shoulder. “You do hold my life in your hands. Cullen’s, too. You’re what makes us whole.” He licked his way down her body, flicking his tongue over one distended nipple. “God, Hollis. What you do to me. To us. I can hear Cullen’s thoughts, and it’s all he can do to keep true to his promise.” He raised his gaze to hers, shifting to Cullen then back. “I might have to give the man a taste, after all. Appease his bear just a bit.”
Her stomach flip-flopped as he returned to her breast, drawing on the tight nub until she thought she’d scream. She lifted her hands to force him where she needed him, only to gasp as Cullen snagged her wrists.
He pulled them down to her legs, holding them tight. “You promised Lucas he was in control. Wouldn’t want you to go back on your word, Doc.”
She huffed, letting her head loll against his shoulder. “But…yes!”
She hissed out the word as Lucas slid two fingers along her cleft, pushing them slowly inside her. The thick penetration pinched slightly, but it quickly burned into red-hot need. He didn’t rush, giving her plenty of time to adjust to the new sensation before easing back and rubbing the moisture around her clit. Dots flickered at the edge of her vision as heat gathered low in her core. Pleasure whipped along her nerves, coiling tight in her abdomen.
Lucas eased back, dropping his gaze. He seemed focused on the way his fingers moved in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. “So beautiful. All warm and wet and waitin’ for me.” He dragged his attention up to her face. “I really hope you were joking before when you told us you weren’t the screamin’ type. Because there’s nothing I want more than to hear my and Cullen’s names vibrate the walls as you come all over me.”
Hollis snagged her bottom lip, using the slight hurt to keep her from simply flying apart at his words. Did they have any idea what they did to her? How desperate they’d made her? Lucas chuckled as if he’d heard her, and she resisted sticking her tongue out at him. Instead, she tried to reach for his hair, only to huff when Cullen maintained his hold on her, tsking in her ear, again.
“Promises, sweetheart. Now, stop pouting and let us make you feel so damn good.”
Cullen moved both of her hands into one of his, snugging them against her left hip as he skimmed his free hand up her ribs to her breast. Rough calluses prickled her skin as he cupped the mounded flesh, using his thumb and forefinger to tease her nipple.
She pressed her head into his shoulder, watching Lucas through heavy-lidded eyes as he stared at Cullen’s hand then settled fully between her legs. He wet his lips then darted his tongue forward, licking a path along her cleft. The coil in her groin tightened, making it hard to breathe.
Lucas hummed, dipping in for another pass before brushing his finger over her clit. “You taste just as sweet as I thought you would.” He removed his fingers from within her grasping channel, offering them to Cullen. “So, your bear doesn’t pout.”
Cullen leaned forward, sucking Lucas’ fingers into his mouth. The gravely moan that rumbled through his chest and into hers only spiked her desire higher—made the quivering feeling inside her intensify. “More.
”
Lucas grinned but plunged back inside, once again offering his fingers to Cullen before taking the man’s lips in a brutal kiss.
“Dear God.” Hollis pushed out a few rough breaths, snagging Lucas’ gaze once he’d moved back. A hint of moisture glistened on his skin, but she wasn't sure if it was hers or from Cullen’s kiss. “Lucas…”
Her voice faded into a low rasp as Lucas possessed her mouth, the tangy flavor of her essence mixing with the spicy taste of him and Cullen. Lucas dropped another quick kiss on her nose then worked his way down her body, pausing to lick and nip every sensitive inch. She grunted when he bypassed her groin, kissing his way to the soft spot behind her knee. Shivers worked through her, the heat beneath her skin threatening to ignite.
She clenched her jaw, still tugging against Cullen’s hold, when Lucas moved back up and buried his face in between her thighs, dragging his tongue the length of her slit. “Yes, right there.”
The man chuckled against her flesh, nipping at her folds before returning to her clit. Colored dots exploded across her vision as he sucked at the small nub, tugging on it as he eased his fingers back inside her.
Cullen moaned behind her, his breath caressing her neck. “God, Hollis. If only you could see yourself. Your skin flushed a pretty pink. Your muscles clenching as you fight not to finish. Just watching Lucas devour you—hearing him fuck you with his other hand—it’s better than I ever imagined.” He scraped his teeth along her skin. “Come for us. I want to see you give yourself to him. Flood his mouth.”
She shouted Lucas’ name as he increased the pressure, swirling his tongue around her clit as he added another finger. She arched into his touch, needing one more thing to push her over. Cullen growled against her shoulder then struck, sinking his teeth into her flesh as Lucas plunged deep. The combined sensations shattered her control, and she came with another shout of their names. Heat rolled across her body, stealing her strength. She collapsed against Cullen, no longer pulling against his hold on her.