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I feel like I have stepped into my very own dream by being here with my mates.
I set an apple pie to cool on the windowsill. It is a bright, if cool, day, and I sense spring is approaching. I can see my mates through the open window as they pause their woodcutting to talk. They insisted I wear the most scandalously short hide dress once we settled into home. When I complained it was winter, they got a mutinous set to their jaws, picked up their axes, and commenced chopping enough firewood to last for years.
I admit, it’s no hardship watching them chop wood. Truthfully, it’s a wonder the pie was ever done when I constantly find reasons to check if they need something to eat or drink.
There is nothing wrong with admiring one’s mates, I decided. And I do, frequently, joyfully… and they do quite a bit of admiring back. My belly performs a slow dip as I remember how they woke me this morning.
I start as the door bangs open, and Aston enters. His eyes light up as they land on me, and he stalks over, snaking his arm around my waist from behind and planting a kiss against the side of my throat.
“That was a guilty look, mate. What was going on in your filthy little head?”
“Nothing,” I squeak.
“Nothing, hmm?” He nuzzles below my ear, which he knows feels a tickly kind of good. My squirming gives him the perfect opportunity to get his big hands all over me. “You were not thinking about Lor going down on you this morning, then?”
“Oh!” I try to ward off his icy cold hand as it slips under the hem of my dress.
He chuckles, spins me around, and hoists his hands under my ass so he can lift me onto the table. The kiss turns amorous, as kisses between us always do. I’m soon breathless and panting and no longer care that his hand is cold as it slips under my dress. I’m already wet.
“That’s my filthy girl,” he growls against my throat as he spears his fingers into my pussy, making me gasp.
He palms my throat and kisses me, fingering me with a deliberate slowness that makes me hot and urgent but is not quite enough for me to come.
His lips pop off mine, and with our foreheads pressed together, we share gusty breaths. He leaves his fingers inside me, taunting me with hope.
As he lifts his forehead from mine, my eyes shift to the closed door, and a strange guilt assaults me. I’m aware that there are matters unexplored between us. “Should we be doing this when Lor isn’t here?”
Aston grins. My pussy clenches over his fingers. His grin grows broader. “We definitely should.” His lips move to my throat again—I groan. “Do you not like it?”
I huff a ragged breath. That is not a question when he can feel me drenching his fingers.
He lifts his head and grins down at me, slowly scissoring his fingers and watching the pleasure play out on my face. “What do you think might happen if Lor were to enter and find us like this?”
“I don’t know,” I pant, wondering why I questioned him when questioning made him stop.
“Do you think he might be pissed?”
“Maybe,” I breathe.
“Was I upset that he got to eat your pussy this morning?”
I clench down sharply over his fingers. “No.” I glance toward the door again.
He takes my chin in hand and draws my focus back to him. “Sometimes, we will be alone. Just as sometimes you will be alone with him, whether I’m there to watch or not. Would it bother you to find out we had been together without you?”
“No,” my answer is immediate and heartfelt… I also feel very hot thinking about them together. “Have you?”
He grins and shakes his head. “Not since we claimed you, beyond what you have seen.” He glances over his shoulder toward the door before turning back to me. “Lor likes things his way.” His grin turns wicked. “But I enjoy poking the beast just to see what he will do.”
He slowly pulls his fingers from inside me and sucks them into his mouth.
“You want him to catch you with me,” I say, as understanding blooms.
He pulls his fingers from his mouth with a pop. “You’re going to have to trust me that a pissed-off Lor is fucking hot. He’s been holding back, worried that seeing us together might frighten you.” His mouth lowers, hovering over mine. “Let me show you how it can be.” And then he kisses me until I’m a quivering mess, desperate for him to take me and not even caring or remembering that I have another mate.
When the door bangs open, it comes as a shock, one that tips fire into my veins.
My eyes flash to meet Lor’s just as Aston sucks hard against my throat and slides two fingers back inside me, this time curving, seeking, and finding the sensitive entrance to my slick gland. I groan. Lor’s nostrils flare, and his chest heaves, setting a delectable kind of thrill rushing through me.
