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That much was clear. If he was not filling my mouth, I would tell him his cock was the only good thing about him, though he would know it was a lie. My pleasure flowed strong in the bond between us. Fillian freely shared his love, and Lucien’s soul beat with my name.
I knew Lucien enjoyed my struggling as much as he liked my taunting.
I released another moan as he pressed further into me - hot and hard, his weight heavy on my tongue.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he said.
Lucien pulled back, his heat suddenly leaving me. My hips moved, responding to Fillian.
I did not know how to do this. I had never had a man this way. I had caught Jasper once, but watching was nothing compared to feeling Lucien inside me.
Whether or not he knew it, Lucien helped me by releasing my jaw to palm my neck, pulling me closer so I could reach out and lick the tip of his cock.
“Like this,” he groaned, “take me nice and slow.”
His hips moved, pushing back past my lips. This time, I was prepared.
I took a breath through my nose, welcoming him, welcoming his taste. Fillian was drawing me close now, almost too close. The combination of his tongue and his deep confession of love was shaking me. The bond was strengthening again, their desire pounding through me. I loved how deeply they wanted me.
Though my wrists ached and my knees protested, I felt I could submit to the wolves, despite my new found control. Fillian supported me, Lucien guided me, and I let go.
With his grip firm, Lucien held me still as he pushed into the back of my throat. I choked, the thick width of him smothering me. My mouth strained, so close to the edge that all it took was one final lick from Fillian, and I was falling apart around them.
I couldn’t cry out. I’d been gagged again - only this time, the heat of Lucien’s cock stifled my moans as he moved, the soft skin weaving a current of pleasure over my tongue.
He groaned as my muffled cries vibrated through him. “You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me, Red.”
The orgasm shuddered through me, travelling along my spine. My legs quivered, my wetness spreading across Fillian’s face as he kept up his pace. He followed Lucien’s orders, not stopping for a single second, continuing to plunder me with his tongue. I tried to open my legs wider, push myself closer to Fillian, but he forced me up. He had become skilled at pleasing me, learning how to draw me out, too. His happiness poured between the three of us like a waterfall, and I wanted to respond in kind.
It was so tender and raw, so filled with love and passion that I reached towards Fillian through our bond, connecting to him, showing him my true heart, the one I was trying so hard to hide from them. Though I had grown frustrated with his naivete, he was right. I could no longer deny myself when they held me like this.
Fillian’s hands moved further up my thighs, gently kissing my pussy as he rode me through my orgasm - another wave of love flowing between us.
Lucien growled in response, his fingers digging into my scalp as he pushed at the back of my head, dragging me further down onto his cock.
“I want you to focus on me when I’m inside you,” he snapped. But his voice was hoarse. He was not as composed as he wanted to appear.
I let a laugh rumble through me, constrained by how deeply he was inside me.
Lucien snarled, his fingers twisting in my hair, fixing me in place as he drove himself deeper, the sides of my jaw burning with the effort of taking him.
I could barely breathe. My throat ached at Lucien’s size, his heat, the feel of his pre-cum painting me. If they had not kept me gagged for so long, I would not have known how to push air through my nose as he moved.
Even though Fillian had fed me, I was still hungry for more. I wanted all of their blood inside me - Fillian and Lucien and Valko’s.
Lucien pulled back again, and I took my chance. I extended my fangs a touch, just enough to graze his soft skin as he moved. He hissed as I etched a line down his shaft. “You little bitch.”
I groaned, his anger fuelling me as his grip tightened, tugging my hair. I loved it when he did that, forcing my chin up. Could I see, I would have met him with my own snarl, compelling him to bow to me.
“What did I tell you about biting?” he said, his panting only interrupted by a sigh as I sucked him.
All thoughts of punishment fell away. I licked him, scouring my tongue over his cock as I fed. The taste of his cum mixed with wolf’s blood was so addictive that my senses fled in my flurry of desire. I was falling into our bond as I moaned around him.
I wanted more. I wanted it deeper. My tongue explored him, reaching the place where his blood flowed the strongest. His soft veins, the hard ridge moulded by my tongue, covering him, finding the spots that pulled from him the sweetest moans.
He lifted his hips away from me, and I bent forward, trying to pull him back inside me, frantic for more, but his grip still held me in place.
I would never tell him I loved this, even though I was sure he could sense it in the raw energy of our bond. Lucien tasted like he smelled - all sizzling fires and the gorgeous scent of a fine meal. His blood fed me, sustained me, his cum seasoning my tongue, sucking and swallowing as he filled my mouth.
