“Bananas,” Bishop said while poking Val’s shoulder. “Her safe word is Bananas.”
Valor’s responding growl was involuntary and loud. “You’ve lain with her?”
“No,” Bishop snapped back, “but we’ve… I’ve been…” Bishop sighed heavily and ran a hand down his face, “fuck.”
Again, Valor had to cool his jets and control his jealousy. He had no right to feel this way. Someone needed to tell that to the piece of him roaring inside its cage. “I doona ken if this is a good idea,” Val admitted. “I’m worried.”
“She’ll let us know if it’s too much.”
“We’ll be too much and ye ken it.” He held his hands out, “Look at us.”
“Don’t underestimate her.” They heard the water start to run in the bathroom sink. “Shit, is your heart pounding as hard as mine is right now?” Bishop went over and cracked open a window. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“Aye.”
“Maybe we need to make some rules. I mean, how much do we need to do to her to get right?”
“I’ve no idea, Hound.” Was Bishop not at all upset that they were about to share this woman? Valor couldn’t get a read on his Hound at all. The Alpha had never shared a thing in all his life. Doing so now wasn’t going to be easy for him. Bishop was different though.
Lucifer’s words ran through Valor’s head on repeat – the conversation they’d had about Valor’s choice to push his energy into a human to heal her and how the repercussions of said actions would be dire. His unbalanced energy had seeped into Tilly, along with the natural heat that Hell Hounds had. As he stood there like a fool, Valor wondered if Tilly’s flirtations had even been genuine or a residual side effect of his power.
The only good thing about this was, after they exchanged energy again, Tilly’s injuries were to stay healed. Or at least they were supposed to. Gods, what if they didn’t? Valor’s stomach clenched at the thought.
“Let’s go slow with this, alpha. I don’t want to ruin a good thing.” Bishop went over to the bed and slipped off his boots.
Valor tilted his head, “What do ye mean by that?”
“She’s something, Val.” Bishop yanked off his shirt. Leave it to that Hound to get right down to business. “I’m telling you, the way I feel… the way she feels… she’s a good thing.”
“Aye, she’s a temporary gift.”
“So let’s make up some rules so we don’t ruin this.” Bishop started unbuckling his pants next. “Maybe if we pleasure her to the max and find a small amount of pleasure from our own release, the exchange will be enough to save all of us.”
“What makes ye say that?” What have ye done with her already?
Bishop’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Just, trust me, okay?”
Strange what one thinks about when death was barreling down on them. I want you both. If she was about to die, she might as well die a happy woman, right?
Tilly wasn’t kidding herself about what this situation really was. She might have a small amount of feelings for Bishop, but it was a bad boy crush and nothing more. She’d been attracted to him from the start. If you saw him, you’d want a bite of his sweet ass, too. And Valor? He was a mountain she wanted to climb. A challenge, who coincidentally looked slightly appalled right now.
Jesus, she really was going to do this. What a terrible way to have a fantasy come true. Was this karma getting back at her for all the wrong she’d done? Tilly doubted she was even going to enjoy a smidgen of what they were about to do because this wasn’t about pleasure and intimacy, it was all about balance and stopping her body from cooking like a motherfucking slow roast.
Fucking Hell Hounds. They were as dangerous as they were sexy. Yup, karma. This was all about the karma. Tilly was too nervous to even try and act sexy. Come on, woman. Be cool. You’ve got this. It’s not a trick to get you to fuck them… because you wouldn’t even need to be tricked to fuck them. She’d been so worked up and dying for sex ever since…. Oh shit, ever since she’d been hit by that car.
It clicked then. Her cravings of the sexual variety weren’t some kind of reckless survivor side effect from almost dying, it was Valor in her. She was feeling the desires Valor must feel.
Well now she didn’t even know if what she felt was real at all. Whatever, it didn’t matter. Right now, as sweat poured down her back and neck, Tilly got her head back in the survivor game. Live. Just live through this, damnit!
She came out of the bathroom fully prepared to take the lead and get the party started. Then she saw the two men waiting for her and she was stunned stupid. God, the looks on their faces were enough to make her knees buckle. Steeling herself, Tilly swiped her sweaty palms on her thighs and said, “Alright boys, let’s do this.”
Bishop already had his shirt off and his pants undone. Valor, however, was fully clothed and he looked hesitant. She didn’t appreciate it. Tilly needed to have courage for this, and that wasn’t going to happen if these two didn’t exude some serious confidence themselves. She was depending on them to pull her through this.
Slowly, Tilly swaggered past Bishop, caressing his cheek as she walked by, and stepped directly into Valor’s space. “Alpha?” Her voice was deeper and more sultry than normal. The idea of what they were about to do caused all kinds of heat to pool in her lower half. His blue eyes pierced her, his expression hard and severe. Valor looked like fire and sex and danger and bad things that would undoubtedly feel really fucking good.
Tilly grabbed him by the beard and tugged roughly. “Save me,” she demanded. Valor’s breath punched out of him and she could feel it, actually feel the spike of desire in herself.
So it was true. They were connected by the energy he’d shoved into her. Tilly wanted it out more than ever now. She needed to feel only her emotions, only her desires. And preferably not melt like fondue in a pot and die before that could happen.
Bishop pressed against her back and he started nibbling on her neck. Val’s gaze sailed to him, then back to her. Another spike. Another flood of heat. When Bishop began sucking on her earlobe, Tilly’s breath hitched and she grabbed Valor’s shirt and yanked him closer. “Save. Me.”
She took the lead and pressed her lips to his. Valor groaned when her tongue darted into his mouth. He tasted like bourbon and wicked magic with a hint of spice. In no time at all, he took over. Valor shoved his palm on Bishop’s shoulder, like he was trying to hold him back from touching her again. They both growled.
“Play nice, Hounds,” she warned. “Together, remember?”
Valor let out another possessive growl, but he didn’t argue.
They sandwiched Tilly and her lust kicked into high gear.
Bishop pulled Tilly’s shirt off while Valor watched. To fuck with him a little, Tilly leaned back into Bishop’s body and winked at Valor. To her astonishment, both the Hounds worked together to get her pants off. As she stood there with a Hound at her back and another at her front, Tilly felt the strangest things. She felt confident, adored, desired and… safe.
These men, as big and powerful as they were, would never hurt her. It wasn’t wishful thinking; it was the truth. She could see it in their eyes. Feel it in her gut.
Tilly grabbed Valor’s shirt and ripped it off. The threads tore with a satisfying sound. Hidden treasure laid underneath – lots of muscle, lots of skin…
“Do ye like what ye see?” Valor backed her up until her legs hit the bed and she was forced to climb onto it.
The lights dimmed.
This was so fucking happening.
“Tilly,” Bishop said from behind her.
She turned to see her tattooed Hound naked and crawling onto the other side of the bed.
“Come here,” he commanded. Bishop laid down with his head at the foot of the bed. She crawled over, giving Valor a great view of her ass as she made her way to Bishop. He smiled, his eyes hooded as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
She knew what he was asking for.
Then her gaze sailed to what prowled closer to her. Valor. Another masterpiece. He stripped down and – good god – she had no words for how stunning he was. Warriors. They looked like two warriors. And they were all hers for the night.
Valor stood at the edge of the bed and hooked his finger, signaling for Tilly to come closer. She straddled Bishop and stared at Val as she unhooked her bra and let it fall off her shoulders and to the floor.
Bishop grabbed her ass and ripped the panties clean off. Then, he slid her body up until she was sitting on his face. Valor cupped the back of her neck and bent down to kiss her mouth while Bishop kissed her core. Tilly’s moan was nothing short of undignified.
“I think she likes this, Hound.” Valor grinned. “Keep going.”
Following orders, Bishop held Tilly’s hips and his tongue continued to flick and penetrate her.
“Ride him, lass.” Valor held her chin so she was forced to look at him, “Ride him while you look at me.”
Heat didn’t pool between her legs, it gushed. Slowly gyrating her hips, she rode Bishop’s mouth and groaned when he slid a finger inside her. Her lust went off the charts. She thought she was going to burst into flames, combust, melt and disintegrate.
She fucked his face harder.
“Oh… god…” Tilly watched Valor stroke his dick with one hand, his other still holding her head. Holy mother of god, this was insane. Just then, Bishop plunged another finger into her pussy and she cried out. Jerking forward she braced her hands on Valor’s pecs. He rumbled a throaty chuckle and continued stroking himself.
“Move down, Hound. She doesna have enough room to brace herself.”
Bishop, without missing a beat, scooted down on the bed and took Tilly with him. It happened so fast, her head spun. She licked her lips, still staring at Valor stroking himself.
“Do ye want a taste?” Valor teased.
Tilly nodded. She was too gone for words. Leaning in, she flicked her tongue out and licked the precum off the head of his cock.
“Fuck his mouth while I fuck yours,” Valor commanded.
She obeyed. Happily.
It took no time at all to find a beautiful rhythm together. She sucked Valor off while Bishop relentlessly hit her g-spot with two fingers and tongued her hard and fast. The sensations overwhelmed her. Tilly’s body tightened, there was a buzzing in her brain, and she felt like she was floating.
“Fuck,” Valor barked. “Make her come, Hound. Now.” His pace sped up and so did Bishop’s.
The tightness intensified in her lower body and all of a sudden, wham! Her orgasm exploded and Tilly clamped down on Valor’s dick with her mouth while her hips bucked against Bishop’s tongue.
“That’s it. Come for us,” Valor held the back of her head and his strokes picked up speed. He roared when she grabbed his balls, tugged them down, and screamed around his dick while he came down her throat.
“Good girl, scream your pleasure around my cock.” Valor’s dick pulsed against her tongue, jets of cum filled her mouth. “Swallow me. Fucking swallow me down, woman. Bishop, more - she needs more.”
Bishop seemed all too happy to comply. He flicked her clit with just enough pressure to trigger a second orgasm. Tilly latched onto Valor’s thighs and struggled to hold herself up as she rode Bishop’s mouth and continued to suck Valor off.
The Alpha Hound tasted like salty sweetness. He roared as another orgasm unleashed and Tilly wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. Breaking free from both of them, she slid off the bed, got down on her hands and knees and crawled to Valor like a cougar. His breath punched out of him as he growled.
She grabbed his dick and sucked him hard. Tilly swallowed down as much of his shaft as she could and groaned when she felt him jerk and spill into her mouth and down her throat again. Valor sank his fingers into her hair. “Fuck,” he growled, “Ye feel incredible, woman.”
His hips rocked back and forth while he fucked her mouth. She had no idea what was happening here. She didn’t even like giving blow jobs, but this was too good to back away from. Valor tasted so fucking delicious. The feel of him in her mouth, the idea of what she was doing with two of the sexiest men she’d ever seen, and the fact that Bishop was watching her suck Valor off right now – never in her wildest dreams did she ever see this happening.
As Valor’s second – no, third! – orgasm subsided, he pulled out of her mouth, still panting. She licked her lips, savoring his flavor. The room smelled like sex and spice. Tilly felt both chilled and hot. Weak and powerful.
Slowly, Valor grabbed her hand and helped her rise. “Gods,” he whispered before bending down and kissing her.
This was the kiss she’d been waiting for. It wasn’t forced and hard like their first had been. This one was rock steady and hungry for more. Valor’s tongue danced with hers. Then he sucked in her bottom lip and pulled it just a little before letting go with a smile, “Ye taste amazing, lass.”
“So do you,” she said all breathy and weak.
“Feeling better, alpha?” Bishop asked from his upside down position on the bed.
“Aye, a little,” Valor looked at Tilly, “How do ye feel, mo leannan?”
She couldn’t tell how she felt. She was still riding an adrenaline high. Bishop reached out and grabbed her hand, “Come here,” he tugged her back onto the bed.
Where Valor had a dusting of hair across his chest and down his sculpted abs, Bishop was silky smooth. Both looked sexy as fuck. And both had beards. Bishop’s was trimmed short while Valor’s was much longer.
She’d never really thought about beards before, but her thighs felt so sensitive when Bishop rubbed his mouth against her skin, it felt really good. She looked at Bishop and grinned, her pleasure was all over his face. She’d ridden him that hard. That much. Could she do it again so soon? Take that much sensation again? Tilly wasn’t sure. But she wanted more.
“I don’t want another beard ride,” she said. Bending down, she kissed Bishop like they were old lovers. Something about him made her feel so comfortable and delectable. His hands sailed all over her skin, making her desperate for more touches. More caresses. More kisses and more Hound.
Bishop positioned Tilly over his hips. She sucked in a breath when she felt the tip of his dick swipe over her cleft. “I’m not going in, okay? Just trust me, Sweetness.”
She looked up at Valor. His eyes were hungry and… something else. She didn’t have time to think more about it. Her eyes fluttered shut and she became lost in the sensations of four hands on her. Valor closed in and kissed her again, while Bishop rubbed the head of his dick over and over and over her sensitive bundle of nerves. His speed increased. “So wet,” he murmured, “Fuck you’re hot like this, woman. I can smell your scent all over me.”
Oh God, she was going to come again. Hearing Bishop talk like that, paired with all the hands on her, she wasn’t going to last very long. Tilly braced herself, her fingers gripping the bedsheets, and her eyes squeezed shut.
“Howl for us,” Bishop groaned, “Fucking howl, Tilly. I want to hear it.”
One, two, three, four strokes of his head on her clit later, and the heavy tightness holding her down exploded. Tilly screamed, bucking against Bishop’s body.
Valor groaned and she felt hot jets of cum hit her breasts. Then Bishop let out a roar as he finally came. She could feel his pleasure shoot out all over her belly.
Bishop’s hips continued to buck wildly beneath her and she wanted nothing more than to be filled by him. It took so much control to not slide down his cock and ride him harder and faster than she had his face. Instead, she decided to turn the tables a little – give Bishop a taste of his own dirty mouth. “Can you come again?” she teased.
“Fuck…” Bishop’s back arched as he continued to stroke h
imself, “Yessssss.”
“Then keep going,” she scratched her fingernails down his body - from his chin to his thighs and gave his balls a good squeeze. “Smell my cum on you, Hound? Think of that while you imagine fucking me. Think of how wet you make me. I’d be even wetter if you fucked me.” She flicked her gaze to Valor next. “Would you like that, too, Alpha?”
Bishop barked as he arched again. He gripped her hips and forced her to stay right where she was, “I gotta fucking feel your sweet pussy on me.” He started rubbing the head of his dick against her slit in a fast flicking motion again. “Kiss her!” Bishop yelled. “Fucking kiss her, Val!”
Valor crushed his mouth to hers. The intensity was too much, too glorious, too exhilarating to hold back. Flick, flick, flick, Bishop kept rubbing himself against her and Tilly caught the wave of one last orgasm. Her nails dug into Valor’s shoulders while Bishop held her waist.
“Howl! Howl!” Bishop commanded.
She did. Tilly screamed and roared and howled until her throat hurt. Then she collapsed on top of Bishop, panting and lightheaded. Her limbs shook, her face was tingly, and she felt empty and drained. And this was only foreplay, she thought. “Are you two okay? Are you better now?”
Valor pressed the back of his hand against her cheek. “Aye, lass, we’re right as rain. And you’re much cooler now.”
Relief flooded her. Tilly cried. She didn’t even know if it was because her life was spared for a little bit longer, or from too much coming. Can you cry from orgasming too hard? Maybe. Probably. Oh Hell, she didn’t know, but the tears were here and they weren’t stopping.
“Shit,” Bishop wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “I’ve got you, Sweetness. I’ve got you.”
While Tilly clutched Bishop, she kept her eyes on Valor. She wanted to say something, yet the words burned away before they left her tongue. His blue eyes locked onto hers for a hot minute and then he bent down, grabbed his clothes, and left the room.
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