Page 101 of Blood and Trouble

“Good that you like to be tortured, isn’t it?” She kissed me again as I chuckled against her lips.

“If you two have time for telepathic gossip, I haven’t done my job well enough.” Lycan grabbed my hips and tugged me back, pushing me to the side so he could take my place between Ava’s legs. “Fuck, you got her so nice and wet for me.”

I tried not to squirm as Lycan grabbed her thighs, lifted her feet to his shoulders, and positioned his dick at her entrance. When he worked inside, she arched her back and fisted the sheets, looking so damned irresistible in the throes of her euphoria. I gripped my cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts, and when he kissed the inside of her ankle, I licked my lips and wished it were me. Doing the fucking and kissing. Being fucked and kissed. Hell, either would be preferable to fisting my cock and watching my two greatest loves go at it while I pined and yearned like a moron.

Something sparked inside of me, some kind of awareness and regret, as I stumbled over my insipid thoughts. Two greatest loves. Did I love them? Perhaps more importantly, how could I not?

Lycan looked like a beast while he took her. I raked my gaze down his chiseled chest and over the curves of his abs, trailing the sweat through the dips in his hips and the magnificent cock at the end. It sent my hackles flying, but fuck…he owned my heart. Maybe he always did. There was nowhere I wouldn’t go for him. Nothing I wouldn’t do. Was that not love?

And Ava…I’d only known her a few weeks, but my wolf claimed her from the moment he set eyes on her. Her kindness and generosity brought out the best parts of me. She fit against my broken parts like she was always supposed to be there. Fate didn’t care about relationship dynamics or broken hearts. It paired us together for a reason, and I’d give her all of me if she asked for it. Was that not love?

Fuck.

I loved them. I loved this. I was such a fucking idiot.

“You’re a good little cock toy, aren’t you?” Lycan hissed, fucking her harder while I licked my lips and tried not to have an existential crisis right in the middle of our threesome. “You like taking me this deep?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned.

“Say it.”

“I’m a good little cock toy. I’m your little cock toy. Take me deeper. Take me harder.” She rambled and panted. Her scent thickened in the air, and the height of her climax pulsed through our bond, tightening my muscles. I could feel it like Lycan had been fucking me this whole time, saying these words to me, calling me his perfect toy.

It reached a crescendo, and I leaned forward to lap at her nipple, shoving our shared orgasm over the edge. She cried out, and I moaned, and the sheer bliss of her pleasure rocketed through both of us. It circled through her body before trembling into mine, squeezing every ounce of energy out of my soul. My cock jerked, spurting cum onto the bed between us, and I clenched my eyes shut to ride the engulfing waves of her exhilaration.

Lycan’s amused hum pulled me from the post-coital haze, and I lifted my head as he carefully lowered her legs and stepped back.

“No one said you could come, little poet,” he said with mock disapproval in his stare.

“I couldn’t—” I tried to explain, but my mouth wouldn’t work. The words wouldn’t come. I was so enraptured and elated, I’d lost my ability to form coherent sentences. I cleared my throat, rolled onto my back, and mumbled, “The bond.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” he teased, crawling over me. “So deeply connected to your mate that you couldn’t stop coming when I fucked her senseless?”

“Fuck you.” I wanted it to sound more threatening. Instead, it came out breathless and pitiful.

“Hmm.” Lycan grinned as he leaned down to kiss me, and I tried not to shiver. “Yes, I think that sounds good.”

“What?”

He moved before my mind could catch up, bringing my cum-soaked fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. The visual combined with the warm, wet sensation of him sucking on them had my cock roaring back to life. My refractory period had never been so short.

Ava rolled to her side and put a hand under her head to prop herself up, clearly preparing herself for the show.

“Be gentle with him, sir,” she said. “He’s sensitive after he comes.”

“You’re so considerate, pet,” Lycan said, lowering himself down my body, peppering my chest and stomach with tender kisses. “Do me a favor. Clean the rest of his hand for me, will you?”

Ava reached for it and brought my palm to her mouth, lapping a path clear up the center, scooping my cum with her tongue before swallowing it down. That alone would have had me exploding like a teenager, but Lycan kissed the tip of my cock, and I nearly jolted off the mattress.

He was many things. A dominant, powerful wolf. A formidable fighter. A biker and rancher and a lush and broken soul with a heart of gold. When he put his mind to something, he gave it everything, and the one thing he knew how to do better than anyone else in the world was fuck. He sucked cock like he put his whole soul into it. He ate cunt like it held the secret to everlasting life. He rode his partners hard and held them through the aftershocks, and he only came up for air so he could do it over again.

Watching him pull my cock between his lips and reveling in the heavenly bliss of his tongue unmade me. Ava sucked on my fingers while Lycan lavished attention on my shaft, and I was helpless to do anything about it. I let them have me. I gave myself over to their adoration, moaning into the ether, nerves on fire, willpower abandoned somewhere around my stupid realization of how I truly felt about them.

I rocked into his mouth, and he relaxed his throat to take me deeper, pumping his fist on my base while he massaged my balls with the other hand. I wouldn’t last long like this, and he knew it. He’d been doing this for years. He’d memorized what drove me wild, and he used it against me.

“Fuck, Ly,” I murmured.

“Is it good, baby?” Ava asked, leaning in to nibble on my earlobe. No one had ever called me baby before, and despite it being my endearment for her, it added another level to our fucked-up situation. I liked it more than I should. “Does he make you feel good? Do you like your cock in his mouth? Do you want to spill down his throat?”