by Lynn Burke
“She wants this as much as you do,” I said, leaning forward to breathe against Jon’s ear, same as I’d done to her. His pulse thrummed beneath my hand. “Don’t you, Dakota?”
“Yes.” Merely a whisper, but I’d heard the heartache in her reply, what it had cost her to answer truthfully, her fear of hurting her husband.
“If only you had the courage to be so honest,” I told Jon, sliding my other palm down over his abdomen to the rigid length in his pants.
“Fuck.” He groaned and tipped his head back.
I didn’t yet need to declare my love for my mates. I didn’t need to share the truth of what we were, of what we could be and create. But the walls that had been erected to hinder the ebb and flow of desire between us needed to be pulled down and crumbled to dust.
Time to put my beta in his place and show him who his alpha was.
“Touch yourself, Dakota,” I said, brooking no argument. “Slide your fingers deep inside your sweet pussy and show your husband how much you want this.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jonathan
I held onto the bar with all of my strength, my white-knuckled grip being all that held me upright.
Elijah’s hand around my neck, his low voice in my ear … and the sight of my wife obeying him without hesitation… She slid her hand beneath her leggings, my voice echoing her moan.
“Show him, Dakota,” Elijah said.
Already panting, she pulled her hand from her pants and lifted her fingers. They glistened with her wetness, and I swore the musky sweetness of her teased at my nose. Widened, her luminous green eyes showed she feared my reaction. Feared hurting me, but my need for Elijah had to be ten times hers.
It’s okay, baby.
“Tell me to touch you, Jon.”
Blinking, I tore my gaze off Dakota to find Elijah peering into my eyes, a darkness swirling, contrary to the slight smile lifting his lips.
“Touch me,” I whispered, hoping Dakota understood my obedience to be the forgiveness she felt she needed.
Still smiling, Elijah reached inside my pants and wrapped his large hand around my dick.
“Fuck.” I groaned at his strong grip, so unlike Dakota’s or my own, so damn potent my balls seized up.
“Tell Dakota to finger herself. Tell her you want to watch her come while I’m stroking you.”
I swallowed and found my grip on the bar loosening.
Elijah shoved me against the wall, and I let go, finding a hold in his hair as he squeezed my cock in his fist. “Tell her.”
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” I said to Dakota even though I couldn’t tear my focus off Elijah’s eyes. “Don’t hold back, baby. I want to see you come while Elijah jerks me.”
She moaned at my words.
“Watch her,” Elijah said, leaning close enough our chests brushed and beginning to work up and down my length within the confines of my pants. “Keep your eyes on your wife as she gets off seeing me touch you.”
Swallowing at the slight pressure he put against my neck, I did as told. Pre-cum oozed from my dick when I focused on Dakota’s hand moving inside her leggings.
“Fuck, baby.”
She stared at me, her mouth parted, green eyes wide, vulnerable yet wary, her hand stopping.
Elijah released his hold on me long enough to yank my pants to my knees, before replacing his hand against my neck with his forearm, his nose beneath my ear, and hand once more wrapping around my straining cock. “Tell her how much you like my hands on you.”
I groaned as more pre-cum slickened his hand slowly jacking me, and he pressed harder against my neck.
“Tell her.”
“It feels so damn good.” The words, strangled as though ripped from me, hung heavy in the lust-filled air. She began to fuck herself with her fingers again, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. “So fucking good, baby. Goddamn.” I clenched my eyes shut, willing away the tingle in my balls.
“Oh, God,” Dakota gasped, and I forced my eyes open to watch her lips as her moan escaped.
“That’s it, baby.” I focused on her hand, frantically fucking herself inside the damn leggings as her other hand slipped up beneath Elijah’s shirt to cup her breast. “Pinch your nipple … oh, yeah, baby. Just like that.”
She leaned against the doorjamb, legs widened for access, fucking herself as my eyesight grew hazy, fucking dizzy from the squeeze and massage of Elijah’s hand on me.
“Wait for her,” Elijah murmured in my ear.
“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw, trying with all my might to focus on Dakota, will her to come so my balls could explode with relief. “Come, baby, please.” I fucking whimpered, my hips jerking with Elijah’s downward strokes as he quickened his pace.
Dakota’s telltale whine built in her chest.
“That’s right, let it go,” I whispered, half-delirious.
“O-oh!” Dakota cried out, slumping against the doorjamb, and my eyelids slammed shut as I let loose, my balls pulsing and shooting cum up through my dick.
Elijah growled as I twitched and jerked in his grasp, my cum spurting over his hand. The pressure of his arm across my neck lessened as I sucked wind, one last spurt ripping a grunt from me.
His pale eyes, intent as ever, peered into mine, and I swallowed.
“Take off your pants, Dakota,” he said, his rumbling voice making me want to obey his every command.
My ears caught the rustle of her doing as he’d said, but he held my gaze captive.
“Lie back on the bench and hold your legs. Your husband wants to lick the cum from between those milky thighs.” Elijah stepped back as she obeyed in my peripheral vision, but he didn’t take his gaze from my face. “Crawl to her on your knees, Jon. Make her come again.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Dakota
The alpha had spoken, and Jon obeyed without hesitation same as I had, dropping to his knees and crawling toward me, his pants around his ankles. Although he’d just come, Jon’s unfocused, lust-filled gaze landed on me, catching my breath.
I’d been brutally honest in finally admitting what I wanted—I hadn’t felt Elijah had given me a choice—but all thoughts of fear erased from my mind at the look on Jon’s face. He stared at me like a starved animal, prowling across the rock floor on his bare knees, his hair falling around his face. Lips parted, blue eyes so intent upon my thighs I held spread that arousal leaked from me.
His hands closed over mine, our fingers lacing behind my knees as he nosed up through my wetness, his growl and my moan mingling in the sex-scented air smothering the weight room.
Elijah stood beyond Jon, but I couldn’t tear my focus off my husband as he lifted his gaze to mine and licked me from asshole to clit.
Undying love shone from his eyes, and I realized in that second that nothing would come between us. Ever.
“G-God…” I bit the inside of my lip as he licked up through me a second time. With lips, teeth, and tongue, he showed me how much he loved me, worshiping every inch of my swollen folds and protruding clit. I wanted to come again—needed it like my panting mouth needed water, my lungs, oxygen.
Elijah slowly made his way to my side, and I glanced up to find he’d freed his erection, and stroked himself with Jon’s cum.
A rush of arousal swept over me, tingling my toes, and earning a growl of appreciation from Jon as he lapped at me.
Too much… I can’t even…
My mind tumbled, lost in a swarm of emotion, so potent tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. “Need,” I whispered and licked my lips.
“Take her, Jon,” Elijah said, ensnaring me in his pale eyes as Jon lifted his face from my throbbing pussy.
No way he’s hard again already—
He filled me with one thrust, arching my back and clenching my eyes shut, ripping a gasp from my lips at the sudden fullness. Like an animal, he pulled out and thrust into me, grunting with each impale, his hands like a vise on my thighs, holding me open, taking me exa
ctly as Elijah had told him to do.
I gasped with each slam against my womb, the sight of Elijah jerking himself with my husband’s cum beside me tingling my toes with my impending climax.
“Rip off your shirt so I can come on your chest, Dakota,” he said, and I tore at the expensive fabric, uncaring a button pinged away.
A deep growl rose in Elijah’s chest as I bared my breasts to him. “Come for me,” he said, and the first shot of his cum laced my nipples, tingling and hot.
Jon buried balls deep against me and cussed, the heat of his cum against my womb and Elijah’s second spurt against my lower lip sent me over. I licked his cum into my mouth, crying out and thrashing on the bench as Jon fucked into me over and over, grunting and growling, the same as Elijah above me.
Tingling lips, tingling breasts, my pussy convulsing around Jon’s cock…
I didn’t want the climax to end. Didn’t want the euphoric wave dousing me to recede, but gasping for air, my body eventually stilled.
Jon lay over me, his cheek on my cum-covered breast as we both heaved for breath.
I tilted my head back.
Elijah loomed over us like a dark god of the night, his eyes still intent as he gazed upon us.
The sweetness of his cum coated my lips, and I licked them.
“Don’t,” he murmured, using his thumb to wipe the rest of his cum from my lips.
Jon lathed at my breast, and Elijah grasped his hair, pulling his head away from me. Traces of Elijah’s cum clung to Jon’s cheek and his tongue as it flicked out to gather more from the corner of his mouth.
“Let me.” Elijah ripped his t-shirt off overhead and wiped Jon’s face then the rest from my chest and cheek.
I should have been exhausted. Should have been a boneless heap on the weight bench, but I felt strangely rejuvenated. Wide awake as though having consumed a double-shot of espresso. I squeezed my pussy around Jon’s softening cock, and he groaned, resting his forehead on my chest again.
My smile came easily as I ran my fingers through his hair—while looking up at Elijah. We didn’t touch, but I felt as though a band had wrapped around the three of us, holding us together in a gentle embrace.
Elijah returned my smile and cupped my cheek in his warm hand. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as when you’re in the throes of passion.”
I giggled and pressed my face against his palm, drinking in his show of affection, his old-world type charm, and the satisfied twinkle in his eyes.
“Might I have the privilege of carrying you upstairs?” he asked, smiling down at me.
“I’m good.” I giggled as Jon let out another groan. “But I think Jon could use some help.”
Elijah chuckled, one of his eyebrows quirking as he glanced down at the noodle-like body unmoving between my thighs. He ran his hand over mine clasped in Jon’s hair, and down over his back.
Jon shuddered and let out a sigh. “You could probably carry me up to the highest point of this damn cave without blinking an eye,” he muttered against my breast. “If your body wasn’t warm and your cum so fucking tasty, I’d swear you were one of your damn robots.”
Elijah laughed again, and as Jon finally pulled out and stood, swaying, what he’d said registered in my brain. Tasty cum. I bit back my giggles, because he’d spoken the truth. And I wanted more.
Jon was quiet as he trailed along behind Elijah carrying me upstairs. Cradled in his arms as though I was the queen of his world, his steady heartbeat against my ear one of the most soothing sounds on earth. The idea of having Jon’s chest pressed on my other ear, holding me between the two of them rekindled life between my thighs.
“What are you thinking about?” Elijah asked, pushing open our bedroom door.
If Jon had been beside me so I could see him, touching me in some way and letting me know it was okay to speak my mind, I would have. With him behind us and silent, I held my tongue.
“Shower?” Elijah asked when I didn’t answer, and I nodded, closing my eyes and breathing in the warmth of his skin beneath my cheek.
****
Elijah left us—same as the last time. I stood beneath the spray, allowing the hot water to slide down over my body.
Jon stepped in behind me and crowded close, his hands on my backside. “Holy fuck, you’ve got one fine ass.”
All trace of exhaustion sounded gone from his voice, and I turned, wrapping my arms around his waist. “So now what?” I asked, knowing there was no way in hell I could wait for him to address that damn elephant.
“Now I wash every inch of your body, hoping to get those pussy juices flowing again so I can sink my cock into you. Or, I could just use your conditioner to lube up my dick and shove it up your ass.”
I bit back my giggle and pushed him back enough I could see his face. “I’m serious, Jon.”
“So am I.” His eyes twinkled with mischief as he massaged my ass cheeks.
“You couldn’t get it up for a third time that quick if you wanted to.”
“Don’t know about that.” He smirked and rubbed his flaccid dick against me. “Something about this place—that man—makes me feel like a teenager again.”
“Yeah.” My smile dissolved as I ran my finger over his lower lip. “You like him.”
“Yes.”
“You want him.”
He blew out a huge breath. “So damn much I can’t think of anything else.”
I bit the inside of my lip, contemplating. “Would you let him … you know?”
Jon peered down at me, searching my face, but didn’t answer.
“It would be okay with me if you did,” I whispered.
“What about you?” he asked. “Do you want him to fuck you?”
I studied him just intently as he did me, but couldn’t read what went through his mind. “Would it make you upset if he did?” I whispered, my heart thrumming.
“Not if I was there with you—watching.” He pushed my wet hair over my shoulder and trailed his fingers down over my breast. “Or participating.”
My breath caught.
“Ah.” He grinned and licked his upper lip. “The truth comes out. How long have you ben fantasizing about two men taking you at the same time?”
Oh God. I swallowed, but knew honest words needed to flow between us. “O-only since meeting Elijah.”
“Hmm.” That twinkle lit in his eye again as his dick twitched between us, thank God.
“Okay.” I narrowed my gaze, deciding to just put it all out there. “How long have you been finding men hot?”
“Only since meeting Elijah.” He repeated me, word for word.
Elijah. I let out a sigh and relaxed into his arms. “There’s something about him—magical, almost.”
“My fanciful wife.” His chuckle rumbled beneath my ear, and he squeezed me tight. “He’s just a hot-as-fuck lonely man, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” I said, smiling and closing my eyes while imagining my body impaled between the two of them.
Jon didn’t answer, and we stood for a few moments in silence as my body warmed through—and not from the hot water caressing my back.
“His cum,” I finally murmured.
“What about it?”
“It’s … it’s like a double shot of espresso.”
He huffed a snort. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
I took Jon’s hand and slid it between my thighs.
One of Jon’s eyebrows rose as he slid his fingers through the slickness seeping from my pussy. “All for me or because of him?” he asked, no trace of jealousy in his eyes.
“Yes.”
Jon grinned as though pleased, kissed the word off my lips, and lifted me into his arms. We hadn’t talked everything through, but thoughts of further discussion swept from my mind as he claimed my mouth, filling my mind and body with his love.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Elijah
I wanted to stake my claim on both of them so badly that violence ran through my veins as I stalk
ed to my room, intent on a hot shower. They had both tasted my cum again, Dakota much more than Jon, and I wondered at her bright-eyed gaze while Jon had lain like a dead man on her breast.
My dragon had roared inside me, begging me to tell them to lick my cum, fill their senses with it, begin the process of binding them to me by addicting them to my taste. Wiping them clean with my shirt had physically hurt, but I refused to be like my ancestors who hadn’t found their mates and created human sex slaves to slake their thirst for debauched acts. Their darker sides fed the pour souls what they craved, keeping them chained, using them to satiate their lust until their human hearts gave out.
My father had done away with that practice while I’d been but a youngster who had just learned what a man’s penis was for, but I felt the dark need deep inside of me, clawing to get free. Growling to be released.
Once my lover had left, I’d thought to perhaps take my pleasure in that way if my need became too great. Unlike my ancestors, however, I had planned on consent. Contracts laying out what my slave’s permissible acts entailed and those off limits.
I had visited a few elite clubs that offered sex in every form imaginable, and even though I longed for a trained submissive, no one had appealed to me, male or female.
The dungeon far below sat unused without a soul but myself having set foot in it for ten years until Jon. The thought of having both him and Dakota chained there sent a rush of pure fire racing over my skin. The images of them both morphed in my mind, same as when I’d first smelled their mingled scents on the breeze.
Mine.
Unable to hold onto the damn devil inside me, I threw open my window and leaped into the air, my clothes shredding as tendon and muscle ripped and expanded, and my dragon wings flapped, sending me shooting across the sky.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jonathan
I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened—and how much more I wanted to explore. Being dominated by Elijah, allowing him control, had snapped all kinds of feel-goods in my brain into place, laying out a path that I wanted to follow but had no fucking clue where it led.