The tightness of her ass sucks me in like a fucking vacuum and I shut my eyes so tight to focus on not coming too soon. “Jesus, fuck, that feels like heaven on my dick,” I bite out as Zaria groans. It was the same words I ground out when I took Jarred the first time. But Zaria is so fucking tight, I’m lost to the sensations of her body accepting me and gripping me.
I move slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Even though Jarred prepped her tight entrance, it’s not something I can do quickly. Once she’s taken me all the way in, and I’m fully seated in her ass, I allow her to lean against me, her back to my front. And then I spread her legs on either side of mine. She’s open to Jarred, who gazes at her like she’s a porcelain doll.
“Are you ready for us both?” I whisper in her ear. “I want to hear your words.”
“Yes,” Zaria hisses through clenched teeth. Jarred shifts closer, kneeling between our legs with his cock in his grasp. And when he nudges Zaria’s pussy, her ass clenches around my dick, sending me into a frenzy of need.
“Fuck, Princess, you have to stop doing that or you’re going to make me come,” I grit, focused on Jarred as he eases into her slick pussy. The slide of his cock is apparent. I can feel every movement he makes as he inches into her.
“Oh fuck,” Zaria cries out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants, as her head drops back against my shoulder. My hands move to her tits, teasing and taunting her nipples as she takes Jarred’s cock, while mine is still balls deep inside her. The tightness of her body is like a vise around me. And I know that Jarred feels the same.
“Fuck is right,” Jarred grunts as he finally stills all movement. His hands grip Zaria’s hips, while mine cup her tits. His mouth captures a nipple as I hold them up to him. He sucks each bud, causing her body to pulse and tighten. It’s as if a flutter of wings are trailing their way up and down my shaft. My body is nothing more than a coiled rope, ready to snap.
“You have to move,” Zaria whispers, her body shaking between us. “Please, just move.” Her voice is a moan as I lift my hips and Jarred moves back then thrusts toward her. Every minute movement of our bodies sends pleasure radiating through me, my blood runs hot. Desire courses through my veins as a reminder that I’m with two people I love.
The realization hits me right in the chest, and as Jarred’s movements hasten, Zaria’s body clenches around me, and I can’t hold back any longer. I’m lost to the need and the lust, as the physical pleasure tingles its way down my spine.
“I’m so fucking close,” I manage to murmur as my teeth sink into Zaria’s shoulder, the softness of her flesh warm against my tongue. Jarred captures her mouth with his as we move faster. Her body pliable between us. “Ours.”
“Ours.” Jarred mimics my word as we race to the finish. My cock thickens, my release shooting down my spine, my balls emptying into Zaria’s tight little ass. I drop one of my hands to tease Zaria’s clit, the little hardened nub twisted between my thumb and forefinger. Her muffled scream is a beautiful sound as she comes, tightening around my cock, and Jarred’s grunt of his orgasm rumbles through his chest.
We don’t move for a long while.
I press a kiss to Zaria’s shoulder as Jarred makes the first move as he slips from her body. Zaria is next, and soon enough, I’m cold because their heat is no longer against my flesh. I shift off the bed to help our girl to the bathroom, where both Jarred and I take her to the shower. Once the spray is warm, I step under it, offering my hand to the princess and she gratefully accepts. The fact that she enjoyed what we did is another confirmation that she is ours. She was brought here under the force of her mother’s contract, but now, she’s here because she wants to be.
“Are you okay?” I ask her as I brush the hair from her face. Jarred joins us, the warm water cascading over us as she nods.
“Yes,” Zaria whispers. “That was intense.” Her eyes lock on mine for a long moment before she smiles. “You were… I mean…”
“You felt amazing,” I tell her because I know she’s trying to tell me she’s never had a man inside that sexy ass. I feel pride that I own that part of her. I know Jarred will have his turn, but being her future husband, know that she’s taken me first.
I’ve never been in a triad relationship. Fucking a few girls with my best friend isn’t the same as loving two people at the same time. I’ve never been great with emotions. I hide them behind my cocky personality. At least, that’s what Damien used to tell me. Cassian agreed. But now, I feel changed.
“Hey,” Jarred says, grabbing the back of my neck, capturing Zaria between our naked bodies. “Get out of that head of yours.” He’s seen me at my worst. When I was convinced that nobody could love me, he walked in and forced me to recognize that I’m worthy of love and a lot more. He made me see that I can be happy.
“I’m right here,” I assure him, but Jarred knows me. He can see through my fears. Zaria leans up and presses a kiss to my lips. It’s a gentle touch of her mouth against mine as she allows me to savor the moment before breaking the connection.
“I am happy,” she tells me, before turning to Jarred and mimicking the kiss with him. “I’m very happy.” Her assurance calms me, it quiets my mind. There are so many things we still need to talk through. Tomorrow I go to the Silver Sovereign to complete my initiation. But I have a plan in mind for the three of us once I’m done. I haven’t told either of them yet, but once the ceremony is complete, I want Jarred and Zaria to join me in a ritual of our own.
I grab the body wash and squirt some onto the cloth. The foam building as I rub it along Zaria’s soft skin. The glistening droplets on her body has me smiling as I think about taking her out into the forest and showing her the game that Creed and Damien came up with all those years ago. I haven’t told her about Eloise yet. But I know I need to. Now that she’s in my life forever, she needs to know how broken I am. She needs to learn how destructive my thoughts have become over the years.
“Perhaps we should play a little game.” My gaze flicks to Jarred. The glint in his eyes tells me he knows what I’m about to say. “A little game of cat and mouse,” I whisper while I lean into Zaria. My lips brush along her ear. “Would you like that, little princess?” I coo the nickname, causing her to shiver.
“What do I have to do?” she whispers, but there’s no doubt about what the game would entail. A mouse runs while the cat catches it.
“All you have to do is run,” I tell her, my voice low and gravely at the thought of her fear racing through my veins. Even though I lost Eloise to the game, I do it anyway. I run through the woods, and I lose myself in the darkness. It’s as if I’m out there looking for a ghost I’ll never find.
“Are you sure?” Jarred asks, concern clear in his tone.
I shouldn’t do it. But Zaria needs to know what she’s getting into. “Yes.” My answer is confident. I keep my eyes on Jarred, and after a long moment, he nods. I drop my gaze to Zaria. “Would you like to play?”
“Okay,” she responds, but I’m sure it’s more to please me than it is to enjoy herself. But I’ll make sure she does. Perhaps the Haven guys would like to join. The idea of them catching her before I do has jealousy coursing through my veins like a goddamn poison.