Page 100 of Blood and Trouble

“Cruel, he says.” Lycan tsked and stood, walking around the bed to kneel on the mattress next to me. “And after I let you feast on my wife? Such disrespect.”

“Sir,” Ava whined, rocking her hips and clenching her thighs together. She yearned for relief as much as I did, our shared arousal vibrating through me at a high-pitched frequency.

“Such a needy thing.” Lycan tilted his head to the side and studied her, his glowing eyes hinting at the anticipation building inside him. My bond to him wasn’t sealed; it may never be, so I didn’t sense him as keenly as I did with Ava. But his desire screamed over the canyon between us, a faint hum in the distance. He wanted this as badly as we did. “What am I to do with my impatient playthings?”

I nearly bristled at the accusation.

Playthings?

Lycan leaned close to my head and trailed his lips over the curve of my ear, sending shivers down my torso, straight to my cock.

“Do you want to fuck her, my little poet?” he whispered.

I bit back a moan as my stomach caved in on itself. “Yes.”

“Do you think she’s been good enough to deserve it?” He said this louder so she could hear.

She whimpered and dropped her knees to either side, opening her cunt for both of us to see the glistening slick that coated the inside of her thighs and puddled on the sheets.

“I think my cock might explode if you don’t let me.” I brushed my palms over my face and back into my hair. I needed to get a fucking grip. But the intensity of having Lycan direct me while I selfishly took what he considered his punched my ‘go’ button in a way I didn’t understand. Ava had been correct. There was something between the three of us, something overwhelming and powerful, and it rocked my fucking world.

Lycan laughed and gestured to her. “Well, go on then. I enjoy your cock too much to let it go to waste.”

I launched myself at her, lined myself up at her soaking cunt, braced my hands on either side of her waist, and surged inside. Fuck, she was so warm and tight, and the connection between us roared to life, rebounding out of her and into me. I groaned and hung my head. Restraint had never been my strong suit, but Lycan warned me not to hurt her.

“Gods, so fucking greedy,” he said. “You okay, Trouble?”

“Yes, sir.” She threw her head back and moaned, clawing at my back, scraping her nails down my ribs to my ass, trying to shove me deeper.

I couldn’t stop myself. My inner beast pushed to the front of my mind and took the reins, collapsing the last bit of free will I had. I canted my hips out of her only to shove back in harder, deeper, trying to get as much of her as I could. She gasped and pushed her pelvis up to meet me blow for blow.

“Such a good girl, taking you so well,” Lycan said. “You look beautiful when you fuck, Poe. You always have.”

The mix of her cunt and his filthy words was exquisite. I lost myself in her beauty, in the privilege of watching her revel in her pleasure, of being the one to bring it to her. I didn’t notice the rustling of clothes behind me or the shift in the weight on the mattress. All I could focus on was the way she clamped around me and how her scent made me feral.

“Yes, fuck, you feel so good,” she said, and I smiled because she so rarely cursed. Watching her pretty lips form those debauched words while I fucked her sent a sick thrill straight to my balls. I was close…too close. The twinge of my climax hit me low in the gut, and just as I was about to let it push me over the edge, a firm hand on my shoulder yanked me away from her.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Lycan said. “You don’t get to come, either, I’m afraid.”

My poor, pathetic cock throbbed, leaking precum on her thighs, and I dropped my head to her sternum in defeat.

“Fuck, Ly,” I said. “Go easy on us, will you?”

“Easy?” The sound of his sarcastic laughter torched my cheeks. “Now, why would I do that? It’s much more fun to watch you beg and groan.”

Ava ran her fingers through my hair, and I looked up, resting my chin between her breasts. She smiled and tugged my head closer. I went willingly, easily conceding when she connected her mouth to mine. Kissing her soothed the antsy part of me, the one that wanted to devour her and leave nothing for him.

“Are you okay?” she whispered inside my head.

The telepathic part of our bond was still new, but it had quickly become my favorite part of being mated. I liked being able to track her thoughts, to know how she felt and what she wanted. It made providing for her easier.

“Yes,” I replied with another tender kiss. “Are you?”

“Perfect.” She widened her grin. “I like watching you two together. You’re so pretty like this, so strong and beautiful.”

I wanted to melt. Ava always had a way of reaching through the most defeated parts of me to pull out the tender romantic, the one who wrote sonnets about soulful blue eyes and strands of silver hair.

“He’s torturing us,” I said.