“You’re a butt guy, right?” she teased.
He nodded, seemingly lost for words. She shifted onto all fours and crawled backward up the mattress to take the lube from Seb, who leaned in, fangs extended, and nipped at her ass cheeks. Her eyelids fluttered as the venom coursed through her, and I could smell her arousal rise as the drug-like ecstasy raced through her veins and numbed her to pain.
When Seb was done licking the tiny bit of blood his work had drawn, she turned around, ass facing Bryce, then looked over her shoulder at him as she put a dollop of lube on her finger and reached around to start getting herself ready.
Fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I had ever seen. This woman was going to be the death of me.
“Aren’t you going to help me?” she asked him around another come-hither grin, and he hurried onto his knees on the mattress.
Gripping her thighs, he took a playful bite of her ass, then with a slightly shaky hand spread the lube between her cheeks. Much as I was aching for my own turn, when Bryce started opening her up with tongue and fingers, I wanted him to take his time and enjoy himself. I could see his excitement, his never-ending awe that he was getting to do any of this.
Then there was the look of pure pleasure on her face. Her lips were just parted, her pupils blown wide and her cheeks a bright pink. Maybe it was the venom, but I liked that our girl liked a little ass play.
As he coaxed and teased her, getting her comfortable, she slowly sank onto her forearms, her back a sexy curve I wanted to run my tongue along, her ass high in the air, ready for him.
“Take me, Bry,” she murmured.
My whole body felt superheated, the hairs on my nape rising in anticipation, but the heat of my desire was nothing compared to the waves of warm air that started rolling off the pair of them as Bryce carefully pushed his way inside her ass. He started with half his girth inside, working slowly in and out, his red-orange nails going up and down her back and curves.
“Oh God, that’s so fucking hot,” Dagger muttered.
Serenity gasped as Bryce went deeper, her cheeks flushed brighter. “God, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
My cock ached as he gripped her hips, he worked himself all the way in. Lust pooled low in my belly and made another aroused growl scratch up my throat.
While Bryce lost himself in her body, she was very much present. She was watching us watch her.
Beside me, Dagger’s jaguar tat’s eyes glowed like headlights, pulsing with radiant energy as he stroked himself. His own eyes,fixated on Serenity, were almost just as yellow. I took his lead, hand in my boxers, heightening the voyeuristic experience as Bryce’s thighs clapped against Serenity’s ass, pumping hard, the two of them crying out in tandem. She ran her tongue over her lips then sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she watched us stroke our cocks in unison to Bryce’s thrusts.
I blinked several times, sure I was seeing things, but no, there really were tendrils of steam rolling off their skin. Serenity reached a hand under her to play with her clit, both of their moans climbing toward a crescendo.
“Cum in my ass,” she cried out between panted gasps. “Cum hard. I want to feel it.”
When they came together, my jaguar practically jumped out of my skin, all his patience depleted.
“Serenity, baby,” I said, my voice deeper and more gravelly than normal as it merged with the jaguar, “my animal can’t wait any longer. I need you. I need to mark you.”
Bryce planted a soft kiss on Serenity’s shoulder as he pulled out, and Serenity rolled onto her back with a lazy, satisfied smile, curling her finger at me. “Then come here and fuck me while you make me yours.”
Yes, now. Make her ours forever, my jaguar roared.
Let us join, brother.A fainter voice in my head startled me. Not my jaguar, but Dagger’s.
Since I’d reopened the channel, the two of them had been communicating more frequently by the day. But mostly in unintelligible animal sounds. Their connection was really back in full now.
She is ours, and we are hers. And you and I are inseparable too. Let us mark her together.
I looked at Dagger and saw his teeth had elongated. He shook his head as if trying to quiet his animal—an act I knew well—and said in low tones, “You don’t have to listen to him, Hunt. Me and my jaguar can wait.”
“You don’t have to,” I answered, squeezing his shoulder as I looked to Serenity. To my delight, she was eyeing Dagger’s fangs not with trepidation but desire, tongue tracing over her bottom lip. “Can Dagger join?”
“You mean both of you mark me?” she said in husky tones. “At the same time?”
I nodded.
Her soft moan turned whine rippled through me. “I want that so bad.”
Dagger and I approached the bed together, waiting at the edge, each trying not to get in the other’s way as a tiny bit of awkwardness formed in the air between us. Serenity shattered it.
