My muscles clamp down around their cocks, inner walls convulsing with pleasure. My release builds slowly, like a storm, from deep in my core, making my toes curl against the sheets.
“Mona, baby, you’re doing so good,” Grayson coos, thrusting harder, the discomfort long gone. The sound of his hips snapping into me is enough to set me off. Silas’s emotions are all over the place, trying to find something stable to hold onto. Orion watches the three of us, and I can’t tear my eyes away as his fist whips frantically, up and down his shaft.
My pussy starts to spasm, which makes my ass clench tighter. The friction increases. I send love through my bond with Silas.He grunts, digs his claws into my skin, desperately raking over me, like he’s afraid to let go.
And it starts. Low for him and for me. Deep.
“Silas,” I whisper. “I’ve got you. You’re with me. You’re mine. All mine. You hear me?”
I push my pleasure and need for him through the bond, heightening his senses. He groans, loud and rough, so I do it again.
“Fuuuck,” he rasps.
Grayson grips my hips tighter. He’s close, I can feel him losing control, thrusts erratic.
“Together,” I tell Silas. Then I tilt my head to Grayson. “Make me yours.”
That does it. He roars like an untethered beast, hips slamming into me with enough force to rock the entire bed. His body goes rigid, then convulses as he floods my ass. I wrench my head sideways, exposing my neck. His teeth break skin, sharp pain that dissolves into blissful ecstasy.
At the same time, Silas lets out an animalistic grunt. “Oh, Mona, fuck, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming—” and his body tenses, jerking violently beneath me. His knot swells, and I slam onto it, then everything inside me spasms all at once. I grab Grayson’s arm and bite down, and he throws his head back with a feral roar as my climax crashes through the bonds. Every nerve ending explodes, my body stuffed full with my mates, and I squeeze against them, shaking and sobbing, electric tendrils snaking through my core, zapping every inch of me, of us.
I suck in a gasp and pry my eyes open. Orion is whipping his cock so fast I can’t see his hand. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue in invitation, and he lunges toward me.
“Almost, there, fuck—” he grunts, and his cock barely grazes my lips, his other hand gripping the back of my head, the strands of my hair. He lets out a raspy shudder before his cum shoots outof him in ropey trails. His chocolate hazelnut scent mixed with the masculine salty seed makes my omega writhe in joy as she laps every drop, while Orion continues to pump himself into my mouth, even after his orgasm abates.
Orion leans down, lips crashing into mine in one harsh, abrupt kiss. Then he collapses back into the chair and lets out a throaty laugh. “Wow.”
Grayson's chest is warm and heavy on my back, and when he pulls away, my omega whines. But then his cum spills out of my ass, making me shiver, and he grunts in satisfaction.
Silas is still locked inside me. Through the bond, I can feel how vulnerable he is right now, though he's still panting and holding me tight.
“Can I take care of her?” Silas asks without meeting their eyes.
I just bonded with Grayson, and he might rather be the one to stay close to me after all that. But maybe, because of the bond, he can feel Silas’s needs, too.
Maybethisis what sharing really means.
“Of course,” Grayson says.
Silas stays locked inside me as he brings us to a stand. Cradling me in his arms, with my legs wrapped around him, he carries me into my bedroom.
“I don’t have my own bathroom,” he grumbles lightheartedly.
“I’m surprised. I heard you were a prima donna.”
He laughs.
It feels incredible to hear him laugh.
But it’s a little shaky. He’s not as relaxed as he should be after what we just did.
“Aren’t you supposed to be sharing?” I tease, trying to keep his mood light.
He sets me down so my ass is perched on the edge of the tub while his knot, which was slowly softening, releases, and he pullsout gently. I thought I’d feel more sore, but aside from being used after great sex, I feel incredible. And I can’t wait to do that again.
Silas smiles softly. “This is sharing, in a way. Letting me have you when I need you. Is that okay? You just bonded with Grayson—”
I press my fingers to his lips. “Of course it is. It’s strange, isn’t it? These bonds are all so new, yet somehow… it’s like we’ve been like this forever.” I pause, searching for the words, then pluck the threads of my bonds. “Gray doesn’t feel jealous. Well, he is,” I laugh softly, and so does Silas. “He wants me next to him. But not out of insecurity. He knows what I feel for him, same as you can feel what I feel for you.”
