Page 102 of Blood and Trouble

“He should be so lucky,” Lycan said, giving my cock a few more strokes before rising off me completely. “Come here, pet. Get on top of him.”

She scrambled to follow his orders, straddling my hips before sinking down to sheath me inside her.

“Fuucckkkk,” I groaned and curled my toes, trapped under the weight of her amazing cunt. “How do you always feel so good? How is this possible?”

I didn’t even know what I was saying. I was lost to the fog of pheromones and sex, and when she laughed, I should have been embarrassed. I wasn’t. Lycan trailed his mouth down the side of her throat and turned her head so he could ravish her lips while she rode me, and I tried to keep my head on straight, but all of it was too much.

“There’s a good girl,” Lycan said. “You got him nice and slick for me. Now, lean forward and let me see that pretty cunt while I fuck myself on him.”

I didn’t register what he said until my cock flopped out of my mate and she folded forward to rest her torso on mine, licking her mark on my neck. It had only been a day since she made it, but the magic between us had healed it. Still, it would be sensitive for the rest of my life, and the warmth of her silky tongue coasting over it made me shake.

Lycan took his spot behind her and gripped my cock to hold it upright. It was only when I noticed the unmistakable sensation of slipping into him that I realized what he was doing.

“…while I fuck myself on him…”

Holy shit.

I clenched my hands at my sides and squeezed my feet as he lowered himself down on me, taking me in one slow slide. In all the years we’d been together, I’d only done this to him a handful of times. Lycan preferred to fuck me, and if I was honest, I preferred to be fucked. Of course, being fucked was a state of mind. Like this, held down by his wife while he rode me however he wanted, how could I argue that I had any control?

“Gods, your cock never disappoints,” Lycan said, rocking back and forth. He ran his hands over Ava’s hips and grabbed her ass, and I wrapped my arms around her, clinging to her like reality might drift away if I didn’t have her to ground me in it.

“It’s one of my favorite things about him,” Ava said. “So big and hard and girthy.”

“Stop it,” I stammered, digging my palms into my eyes. “Or I’m going to lose my shit.”

“Aww, poor baby.” Ava licked across my lips, and when I opened to reciprocate, she sucked my tongue into her mouth, mimicking what Lycan had done to my cock moments ago.

“Such a naughty girl,” Lycan said. “If you need something to do, scoot back here and warm my cock.”

She bit her bottom lip, grinned, and shimmied down my body until she lined up with him. When he sank inside her, my world split open. Energy buzzed between us, flowing out of her and through him and into me. It zapped up my spine to the crown of my head and back down again.

“Fuck, do you feel that?” I hissed.

Ava planted her hands on my stomach and arched her back, rocking her hips against Lycan, who shimmied on top of me, gripping my cock tighter. The sight of the two of them on top of me, holding me down, jolted my heart and squeezed the air out of my lungs. They were yin and yang. Him, silver hair and gray eyes and cold, brutal strength. Her, dark and open and pliable vulnerability. How would I have ever been able to resist? How could I not end up right here, moaning underneath them, praying it never ended?

He fucked us like he owned us, like everything was his for the taking, and that never felt more true as I watched them seek their own pleasure on my body.

The atmosphere shifted, softly at first. Lycan wrapped his arms around Ava’s torso and lifted her up so her back was flush against his chest. He kissed down the column of her throat, palming her breasts while she closed her eyes and melted into the embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder and moaned, digging her claws into my stomach. There would be marks, but I didn’t care.

Lycan shifted his focus to me, his glowing eyes holding my gaze while his fangs extended from his jaw, gleaming in the low light.

He’s going to do it. He’s going to mark her right here on top of me.

It seemed appropriate. After all, my marking had been about her and the danger we’d survived. Why wouldn’t hers be about me, about sealing whatever strange connection burned between us?

I held my breath while I waited for him to do it, the anticipation of the bite mixing with the growing climax building in my soul. He’d mark her as his…ours…and embed his magic deep inside of her for the rest of our lives.

Do it. Do it now.

I willed the thoughts to him through our tether, shouting over the great divide between us. And that nascent echo vibrated with his response. He wanted to…Gods, he wanted to.

But I sensed that he wouldn’t. Not like this. He had bitten me in a fit of urgency, in a regrettable lack of restraint. He wouldn’t do that, not to her.

It should have made me jealous. It should have pissed me off that he’d treat her with a delicacy he’d never shown to me. Instead, it pleased me that he’d take such tender care of my mate, that he’d consider what was best for her when everything in him urged him otherwise.

Maybe that was what tipped me over the edge. Or maybe it was the way Ava cried out with ecstasy, her pouty lips forming that adorable O. Lycan grunted and rocked his pelvis harder, fucking her through it.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Show me how well you take it. Show us how much you love this. You were made for us, weren’t you? Yes. Fuck, yes, pet.”