Page 62 of Perfect Chaos

I help Maizyn carefully move into position on top of Atlas and hold her still when she automatically starts trying to move. Atlas thrusts up into her and her head falls back in bliss. Just wait, Little Demon; if I'm right, this is going to be our new collective favorite.

“Okay, good. Now slow your pace for a second, Atlas.”

I position myself alongside him, one hand on Maizyn’s waist and position the head of my cock brushing against his base as I tease her entrance. I feel his body tense, his pace stuttering at the feeling.

“Holy shit, are you about to-” They both groan as I slowly push inside Maizyn. Fucking hell. I grit my teeth at the feeling shooting through me while I try not to go too fast. Maizyn is already tight, but with both of us? It's euphoric. I feel every inch of her tight and wet pussy, and the throbbing of Atlas's cock makes my own jump in response. I pause to give both of them plenty of time to say the safe word. When no one protests, I take that as a sign to continue and grip Maizyn’s waist with my other hand. Each thrust quickly builds my release. I was right. This is definitely my new favorite position.

Lying in bed, sated, exhausted, all three of us wrapped in each other's arms. Atlas rubs his thumb in circles on Maizyn’s arm while I do the same on her opposite hip.

Atlas needs a bigger bed if we are doing this every night.

“Are we actually doing this?”

“Yeah, Chaos. I think we are.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Little Tornado, never again.”

“What happens next?” Maizyn’s voice is barely above a whisper.

I twirl her hair around one of my fingers. “You get better, and we take this one day at a time.”

Atlas kisses the top of her head. “Think you can do that for us?”

“Yeah, I think I can manage that. So what? Are we some kind of throuple now?” Maizyn full-on belly laughs as she says the word throuple.

Epilogue

Maizyn

Two Weeks Later

The bell above the door chimes. As we step into the tattoo parlor, I'm bouncing up and down with excitement ever since seeing my bite mark. Tattooed on Gavin and Atlas, throwing a fit about it. I became obsessed with the idea of getting theirs on me. I wanted to go as soon as we got out of the hospital. But the boys vetoed the idea. They said. We all needed to fully heal before getting them. It makes sense, even if I wasn’t thrilled about it. Gavin wanted to wait until the burns on his arms healed over; that way he could get his sleeve touched up in the places that scarred over, distorting parts of it while Atlas and I got our bite marks done. My stitches were removed this morning; the doctor cleared me to return to all regular activities. Gavin called his artist as soon as we left the doctor's to let him know we were coming in today.

A woman with bright pink hair greets us at the front counter. “Welcome to Textured Ink. Do you have an appointment?”

I turn to Gavin, not knowing the answer. “Yes, we should be on the books to be tatted by Malik."

“I have it written in for Gavin at 11 AM. Will it be all three of you?”

“Yes, all three of us.” Gavin places his hand in the small of my back, gently telling me to stay close. He knows how much I want these tattoos. I do not like that I was kept out of the loop when he got his; really, there wasn’t a loop, but I’m still upset.

“Awesome, what were we thinking of getting? So I can start preparing any stencils you might need.”

“No stencils needed. It will be freehand for the most part. I need my sleeve touched up and a few spots.”

She nods her head and picks up a clipboard from somewhere behind the counter. I watch as she clicks a pen and starts jotting down the notes on the attached paper before looking up. “And for the other two?”

“Her bite mark,” Atlas smirks as all eyes turn to me. I feel my face heat up. I scuff my foot on the ground nervously before speaking up.

“Ugh, I’m also getting bite mark tattoos.”

“Whose? One of them, I assume?” I look up at her and bite my bottom lip.

“Both actually.” I mentally brace myself for her reaction. I know our situation is not a common one. Knowing that we are not the first, or the only, does help to ease some of the tension running through my veins right now, though.

She looks between the three of us and smiles ear to ear. “Perfect. I love that! Who wants to go first?” That was easier than I thought.

Atlas beats us both to volunteering, although I am not sure I want it to be me. “I'll be the fastest. I'll go first.”