I grip his round, iron shoulders as he closes in, our foreheads touching. “You’ve been away from me too long, sweet cheeks.”
Unceremoniously, he slides into me, his grasp on my hips pulling me down. That earlier ache intensifies as he goes deeper, stretching me. I cry out at first from his sheer size, and the pain turns into exhilaration.
“Take all of me,” he murmurs, the corded muscles in his neck twitching. He’s fighting the urge to just fuck me like a wild animal.
Buried in there, he kisses me, then draws out halfway, and slams back into me. The rhythm escalates, intensifying.
My arousal billows within me to the point of explosion… I’m chasing the climax, desperate for release.
Lucien’s strong hands clasp my waist from behind, and his chin props on my shoulder. “Are you ready for both of us, beautiful?”
I’m not exactly in a state to think straight, as I’m floating on clouds, and right now I want more. So much more.
“Yes,” I purr, remembering the last time I was taken from the rear and how incredible it felt once I got over the initial shock.
Bardhyl pauses his thrusting and steals my mouth with his as his hands part my ass cheeks.
Lucien wastes no time. His fingers glide over the wetness, over my rear, and I’m already so turned on, so wet, I’m ready to go. Positioning the tip of his dick at my entrance, he takes his time and presses into me.
I stiffen, but I’m in good hands. His mouth is on my shoulder, leaving a trail of pecks as he slowly nudges into me, widening me.
Right now, I’m filled to the max with two huge cocks, and while the thought might have had terrified me months ago, now it’s everything I lust after.
The three of us gradually fall into a rhythm of both men gliding in and out, alternatively, igniting an overwhelming friction. There’s fire between us, burning us up.
I’m sandwiched between my two men, holding me in place as they fuck me.
My body shudders, the sensation sending me into the clouds. I cry out with each thrust, my breaths racing.
They gasp for air and groan their own pleasures, the three of us lost in the pleasure that our bodies tangled together to create.
I ride the two cocks, bouncing on them, my whole body contracting as my orgasm slams into me.
I scream, my body convulsing, and everything goes white for a few moments. In that same moment, Bardhyl stiffens and growls, shoved deep inside me, and I feel the end of his cock knotting, growing within me, filling me, locking in place.
Two pumps later, and Lucien’s fingers digs into my waist, bursting with his own pleasure. I don’t know how he fits, but his knot also swells. It’s strange, but the pressure of them growing inside me triggers a deeper level of satisfaction, like somehow my body makes it clear I belong to them. They’ve staked their claim and I’m theirs.
The three of us moan, and I’m floating as they fill me with their seed. I feel it pulsing out, its warmth flooding me.
For years, I’ve struggled to find my place and home. I told myself things were perfect, but they weren’t.
It’s clearer now than ever that life back then was never simple, but a disaster waiting to happen.
“Wow,” I exhale deeply. Swallowing hard, I chase my breath.
“You deserve everything,” Lucien says, while Bardhyl sucks in a small inhale as though he’s still going, pumping his seed inside me.
Seeing his handsome face lost in lust reinforces all my desires and how fast I’ve fallen for them.
It isn’t long before the haze behind his eyes clears and he smile wide. “Fuck! I need more of that.”
I lean forward and rest my head on Bardhyl’s chest, feeling more at home now than I ever have. It’s not about the location, but the people I’m with that makes me feel that way.
Bardhyl and Lucien lower themselves to the ground, me still pinned between them, still joined.
Before I know it, we’re lying on the blanket on our sides, near the flames. I doubt I’ll get cold tonight. Bardhyl offers me his bicep to lay my head on, while Lucien presses his chest against my back and runs his fingers gently through my hair.
A slow smile creeps over Bardhyl’s mouth.
“What’s funny?” I ask, exhaustion quickly replacing the earlier adrenaline. Snuggled between my men, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.
“I’m seeing a pattern with us and caves.” He laughs, the sound like warmth wrapping around my heart.
“Sure, but not all caves will mean sex.”
Lucien slides hair off the side of my face. “I’m with Bardhyl on this one. All caves we stay in must come with sex.”
Bardhyl chuckles and he nods his approval to Lucien.
I roll my eyes even if I can’t stop smiling, but as I rest, worry creeps into my thoughts. How I may be enjoying a moment of perfection now, but we’re not even close to being out of the woods.
Especially when Mad will be expecting us to come for Dušan.
Chapter 10
Dušan
The punch to the gut sends me to the floor, blood coating my mouth. I suck in each raspy breath, clutching my middle, curling in on myself. Goddamn idiots. When this is all over, they’ll be on the chopping block along with this fucker, Mad.
I’m furious that men who once were loyal to me have betrayed me. Now, they don’t even look me in the face, ashamed of what they’ve become, but it didn’t stop them from changing allegiances. They believe this liar glaring at me will be their salvation. Well, they can all go down with Mad.
I cough, spitting blood on the stone floor, looking out at the two guards.
But it’s Mad’s twisted smirk I zero in on. He’s standing outside my prison cell having the time of his life seeing me at my lowest.
Fucking sonofabitch, I want to rip his spine out. Our pack was a family, a home… Now, it’s as broken as the rest of the world.
I wipe my bloody mouth with the back of my hand, sitting upright and slumping against the back wall of my cell, bruised and strained from the beatings. But Mad needs me alive and I can play this long term. My healing will thread me back together soon enough. Even if the frigid chill from the constant rain all night and day licks over my bones, and my sides burn from the kicks I received.
“Tell me,” I start, my voice croaky, and I spit more blood onto the floor. “Is this everything you’d hoped it’d be? You getting a big fat erection over claiming the pack and being the big chief? But we both know you’re still a coward.” Fighting for dominance with honor is the way, not the trickery bullshit he’s pulled.
I am way past caring about not antagonizing Mad.
He snarls, the hatred palpable on his face, and I can’t help but smile.
“You’re living on borrowed time, brother. Make the most of it, because your wolf girl will be mine by the end of today. Then…” He shoves away from the wall and stands tall, running his hand through his white hair. “I will no longer have a need for you. No one will.” He strides toward the exit, but I’m not finished with him.
Mad’s a fool and lets his anger rule him.
“Word has it that the smaller rogue packs up north are uniting and have their eyes on this land.” I hate giving him any insight, except my intention is to make him realize the situation is much more than about him taking leadership or an antidote for the zombies. “You will have the X-Clan pack coming for revenge for stealing their serum, along with the northern barbarian pack. How many of the pack do you think will remain loyal by your side when your promise of freedom proves to be a hoax?”