45. Grash
45
GRASH
T he morning light filters through the curtains hanging over the windows of our home, casting a soft glow over the bed. Eira lies between us, her body bare and trembling under our hands. She’s ours, every inch of her, and the thought sends a possessive growl rumbling through my chest. My hands are gentle as they roam her skin. She craves the weight of us, the way we claim her.
I cup her breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh, and her breath hitches. Murok’s already taken the other, his lips closing around her nipple before mine do. I mimic him, sucking and teasing with my tongue, and she arches into us. Her moan fills the room, low and throaty, and I grin against her skin.
"That’s it, little one," I murmur, my voice thick with desire.
Dren’s at her thighs, silent as always, but his actions speak louder than words. His tongue flicks over her clit, slow and deliberate, and she gasps, her hands clinging to the furs. He slides two fingers inside her, and her body welcomes him with a soft shiver. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter shut. She’s breathtaking.
"Grash," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I need…"
"I know what you need," I growl, shifting to kneel beside her. My cock throbs, hard and heavy, and I guide it to her lips. "Open for me."
She does, her eyes locking onto mine as she takes me into her mouth. The heat of her surrounds me, and I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair. Murok’s next to me, stroking himself, and he smirks.
"Don’t hog her, Grash," he says, his voice teasing. "Share."
I growl but pull back, letting him take his turn. Eira’s lips wrap around him, and he curses under his breath, his hips jerking forward. She alternates between us, her tongue swirling, her hands gripping our thighs. She’s perfect, and seeing her like this—her lips stretched around us, her body writhing under Dren’s touch—sends a wave of possessiveness crashing over me.
"Mine," I mutter, though I know she’s not just mine. She’s ours, and I’ve learned to share. It doesn’t make the claim any less fierce.
Dren’s movements become more urgent, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, and Eira’s moans grow louder, more desperate. He pulls back suddenly, his silver eyes locking onto mine, and I know what he’s asking. I nod, and he moves over her, his cock pressing against her entrance.
She’s ready, her body trembling with need, and when he slides into her, she cries out, the sound muffled by Murok’s cock. I stroke her cheek, my thumb brushing over her lips.
"That’s it," I say, my voice rough. "Take him. Take us."
She does, her body arching as Dren thrusts into her, his movements steady and deep. Murok’s hands grip her hair, guiding her as she takes us both, and I can’t look away. She’s beautiful, her green eyes glazed with pleasure, her body moving with a rhythm that’s all her own.
"Good girl," Murok murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You’re doing so good."
I’m close, the heat in my gut coiling tight, and I can tell he is too. Dren’s pace quickens, his growls filling the room, and Eira’s moans rise in pitch. She’s close, her body tensing.
"Come for us," I growl, my fingers tightening in her hair. "Now."
She does, her body shuddering as her release crashes over her. Dren’s hips stutter, and he follows, his groan low and guttural. Murok curses, his cock pulsing in her mouth, and I let go, my release spilling down her throat.
We’re all panting, the room filled with the sound of our breathing and the soft rustle of the furs.
I exchange a glance with Murok, and I don’t need words to know what he’s thinking. The hunger in his blue eyes matches mine, and the corner of his mouth twists into that cocky smirk of his. I can already feel my blood heating, my cock hardening again at the thought of what we’re about to do.
"You’re not done with her yet, are you?" Murok drawls, his voice low and teasing, but there’s a sharp edge of lust beneath it.
I growl, not bothering to answer. I don’t need to. Instead, I move to her side, my hands already on her hips, lifting her slightly to guide her on the bed. She’s still trembling from her last orgasm, her skin flushed and glistening. Her eyes are half-lidded, drowsy with pleasure, but they widen slightly as I position myself between her legs.
"Grash," she murmurs, her voice soft, but there’s a flicker of anticipation in it that makes my pulse quicken.
"Shh," I say. I don’t need her words right now. I need her body. I need to feel her around me, to claim her again, to remind her who she belongs to.
I push into her slowly, savoring the tight heat of her as she takes me inch by inch. Her breath hitches, and her fingers dig into my arms, her nails leaving little crescents in my skin. I grunt, my jaw tightening as I bottom out, her body stretching to accommodate me. She’s perfect, always perfect, and the way she looks up at me—eyes wide, lips parted—makes me want to wreck her all over again.
Murok moves behind her, his hands sliding up her thighs, spreading her wider. I watch as he leans down, his lips brushing the curve of her ass, and then his fingers are there, circling her tight little bud. She tenses, her body arching, and I feel her walls clench around me.
"Murok—" she starts, but her voice breaks as he presses a finger inside her.
"Relax," he murmurs, his tone calm, almost soothing, but there’s a dark undertone that makes my cock twitch. "You can take us both. You’re strong enough."
She whimpers, her body trembling, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she pushes back against his finger, and I feel her body adjust, the way she opens for him. Murok’s jaw tightens as he works her open, his fingers moving in and out with a rhythm that’s almost cruel in its patience.
"That’s it," I murmur, my voice low and rough. "Take him."
She nods, her breath coming in shaky gasps, and I see that she’s ready. Murok doesn’t hesitate. He replaces his fingers with his cock, pushing into her slowly, so slowly, and I feel the way her body stretches to take him. She gasps, her back arching, and her fingers cling to me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.
"Good girl," Murok says, his voice tight with restraint. "You’re so fucking tight."
I growl, my hips jerking forward, and she moans, the sound muffled against my chest. I can feel Murok inside her, the pressure of him against me, and it’s almost too much. She’s so full, so tight, and the way she shudders around us makes my vision blur.
"Move," I snap, my voice rough, and Murok doesn’t need to be told twice.
We fall into a rhythm, slow at first, drawing out every sensation, every gasp, every moan. She’s between us, her body moving with ours, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and I can see the way her body is already starting to tighten, already starting to spiral toward another peak.
"Faster," she whimpers, her voice barely audible, but I hear it, and so does Murok.
We don’t need to be told twice. Our pace quickens, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, and I feel her body tightening around me, the way she’s clenching around him. She’s close, so close, and the heat builds in my gut, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
"Come," I growl, my voice harsh, and she does, her body arching, her cry sharp and desperate. Her walls clench around me, and I lose control, my hips slamming into her as I spill deep inside her. Murok’s growl echoes mine, his rhythm stuttering as he follows, his cock pulsing as he fills her.
For a moment, all I can hear is the sound of our breathing, ragged and uneven, and the soft whimpers coming from Eira as she comes down from her high. I stay inside her, my hands gripping her hips, and I feel a surge of possessiveness as I look down at her. She’s ours, completely and utterly ours, and the thought makes my chest swell.
Dren’s in the corner, his eyes watching us, his hand stroking his cock. He doesn’t say anything, but I can see the hunger in his gaze, the way he’s waiting for his turn again. I smirk, leaning down to kiss Eira’s temple, my lips brushing against her damp skin.
"You’re not done yet, little one," I murmur.
Dren moves to the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he lies back, his massive frame taking up most of the space. Eira doesn’t hesitate, her slender body sliding over his, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of excitement and trust. She straddles him, positioning herself carefully before sinking down onto his cock. The sight of her taking him, her body arching as she envelops him, sends a surge of possessiveness through me. She’s ours, every inch of her, and I’m not done with her yet.
I move behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I kneel, my cock already hard and throbbing. I can see how tight she is around Dren, and the thought of taking her ass while she’s filled by him makes my blood burn. I spread her cheeks, my thumb brushing over her tight little hole, and she tenses, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
"Relax," I growl softly. "You can take me."
She whimpers a little, her body trembling, but she nods, her fingers digging into Dren’s chest, mindful of his injury. I position myself, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, and I feel her clench. It’s tight, almost too tight, but I don’t stop. I push forward slowly, letting her adjust, and the way she stretches around me is almost enough to make me lose control.
"Grash," she whispers, her voice shaking, but there’s a flicker of excitement in it that fuels my hunger.
"That’s it," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "Take me, little one."
I push deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated inside her. She’s so tight, and the way she’s filled by both of us makes my vision go blurry for a minute. I can feel Dren inside her, the pressure of him against me, and it’s almost too much to bear. She’s trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she doesn’t pull away.
"Move," I growl, my hands tightening on her hips, and I don’t wait for her to respond. I set a punishing rhythm, my hips slamming into her with a force that makes her cry out. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and the way she clenches around me is almost enough to make me lose control immediately.
"Grash," she moans, and I can feel her body starting to tighten, starting to spiral toward another peak.
"That’s it, Eira," I growl, my voice rough. "Come for us again."
Her body soon arches, her cry sharp and desperate. Her walls clench around me, and I lose control, my hips slamming into her as I spill deep inside her. I feel my release filling her, the heat of it spilling back out around my cock, and the sight sends a primal pride surging through me. I’ve marked her, claimed her.
Dren growls, his rhythm stuttering as he follows, his cock pulsing as he fills her. Her body trembles around me. I pull out slowly, watching as my seed spills from her ass, the sight sending another wave of possessiveness through me.
She collapses onto the bed, completely and utterly spent. I lean down, my lips brushing against her temple.
"Every inch of you is ours," I murmur.
She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her lips curving into a soft, satisfied grin. "I loved every minute of that," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I can’t wait to do it every day for the rest of our lives."
I smirk, my eyes locking onto hers. "Good," I growl, my voice thick with satisfaction. "Because you’re not getting away from us. Ever."