Page 75 of Blood and Trouble

Then, he got hold of himself. He ran his fingers over my ass, stroking my entrance in a rough caress that almost made me moan. My legs trembled, and my cock kicked where it was trapped between me and the table. How many times had Lycan done this to me? A million? But this time broke me. How could I let myself be in this position again? He was married to Ava. He’d rejected me in place of her, and yet, the weight of their combined presence trapped me in a corner I had no desire to get out of.

The sound of Ava’s chair scraping against the ground made me look over my shoulder. Lycan had yanked it closer, so she sat inches away from our right.

“Want to watch me fuck him, pet?” Lycan reached down to where Ava still fingered her beautiful pussy and ran his palm through the mess between her legs. When his hands were coated in her slick, he smeared it over my ass and stuck a finger inside me.

Fuck.

That alone clenched my balls and made my toes curl. He massaged that spot inside, spreading his fingers, opening me up. I pressed against it and arched my back, relaxing into the intrusion. And when he finally lined his cock up behind me, I braced myself for reaping what I’d sown. This wouldn’t be gentle. It wouldn’t be tender, not like how he was with Ava. But I didn’t want that.

Lycan surged forward, inching his way inside my body, and I dissolved against the table with a resounding groan.

“Fuucckk.” It came out of my soul.

He laughed in that vicious, demonic tone that burned my blood with embarrassment.

“So fucking predictable.” He grabbed my shoulder so hard with his free hand that his claws broke the skin. It should have hurt, and maybe once this was over, it would. But in the moment, the agony mingled with the euphoria of him being inside me again. He continued to fist the back of my neck while he pistoned his hips back and forth. He didn’t take it easy on me.

He fucked me like his life depended on it, like he’d been denied sustenance for eons and needed this to survive. Fuck, I needed it, too. I needed him, and for all the weeks I’d spent telling myself I didn’t, this one moment scalded them to cinders.

“Such an impudent little fucktoy, aren’t you?” He scratched down my back and slid a hand into my hair, yanking it so he had better leverage to fuck me harder. “Watching me fuck my wife like you had permission. Keeping this amazing ass from me. Sucking me with your filthy mouth. I ought to edge you for the rest of the night.”

Ava’s sharp inhale matched my own, and I looked at her, meeting her debauched gaze with fire in my heart. The connection between the three of us flared to life, wrapping around my magic and tugging me toward her…toward him. Our pheromones fogged my senses, coated my tongue and throat like a balm.

“Oh, I think our Trouble would like that.” Lycan rutted deeper inside, bringing his pelvis in contact with my ass, our balls slapping against each other. “Should I do it? He deserves it, doesn’t he?”

He tugged my hair so hard, I arched up off the table, supporting myself with my hands scrambling over forgotten cards and spilled whiskey.

“You deserve worse,” I managed to sputter. “You made this. You did this. Who punishes you?”

“Oh, my poet, you’ve been punishing me for weeks.” His voice cracked as he leaned down to brush his fangs over my neck and shoulder.

My poet.

The tiny fragments of my heart burst. He hadn’t called me that since we were together, and his use of it now should have forced me to end this. Instead, I whimpered, and my legs gave out, crushing my poor cock on the table. My knot started to grow, bulging from the contact. I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Show him mercy, sir,” Ava said with a devilish grin, tucking two fingers inside herself at the same time Lycan fucked me. “He’s our plaything. You need to take care of him.”

“Mercy?” Lycan tilted his hips so he hit that perfect spot inside me, and I cried out, pushing back on him, working him harder…faster. “Should I be merciful, boy?”

That did it. It sent me over the edge, spiraling into oblivion. My muscles seized. I clamped down on him. My knot grew, and my cock kicked, and hot cum coated my belly, sliding against skin and wood and cards.

“Fuck, yes,” Lycan said, thrusting into me. He froze, and Ava moaned, and sticky liquid coated the inside of me, the muscle at the base of his cock expanding to hold him in place.

And just like that, it was over. For a few moments, my body vibrated with the aftershocks of the comedown. Stars danced behind my eyes. The magic in our tether burned and tightened, roping the three of us into an incredible, hazy bliss.

Then reality set in. I’d given in to something I swore I’d never do again, and when it fell apart—because it would—I’d lose both of them. I’d have to leave the pack. I’d have to find another club to join. I wouldn’t be able to see them day in and day out, knowing I’d never be a part of this again.

“You’re spectacular, Poe,” Ava said, coming forward to press kisses all over my face. When she got to my lips, she paused and looked me in the eyes, seeming to ask permission.

I wanted it. I needed it.

When she closed her mouth over mine, all of those deafening fears faded to whispers and eventually to silence. My wolf howled, admitting defeat. Whatever she wanted from me, it was hers. All of it. All of me. All of this.

Lycan put his hands on either side of my back and leaned over me, pressing his chest against my spine.

“Run from us again, my poet, and you won’t get far,” he whispered. “You’re ours, and that is punishment enough. Don’t you think?”

I took a deep inhale and sighed as Lycan’s knot loosened, allowing him to slide out of me. I whined at the absence, but between Ava’s breathless kisses and Lycan’s steady hold, I managed to clamber to my feet.