Chapter 42
Chapter
Forty-Two
“Stop,” I whisper against Steel’s hand over my mouth.
Bad habits had us trying to make out quietly while the others were talking, or it was because there’s a thrill being caught. Now with Tristan here though it changes our dynamics.
She’s quiet as she moves closer, except to me Tristan’s presence is and always has been so loud and vibrant. She is also a fucking little minx. A naked little minx in the fucking middle of a snowstorm.
“Where are your clothes?” I growl when she crawls closer.
“Where are yours? Actually, perhaps the better question is, where is Steel?”
I lift the blanket so she can see him between my legs, evidence of him sucking my dick is all over his face.
“Can I watch?” Her eyes flash black with desire, so quickly it makes my head spin.
“Do you know how many times you said that during your heat? And for the record you watch with your whole body, not just your eyes.”
“Me??” She feigns innocence.
Behind us the door to the room closes, and the three of us stop talking and stop moving until we realise it’s just us alone.
“Get in here, shorty,” I growl.
But the other thing I’ve come to realise about Tristan is she only listens when it suits her. Instead of stopping near me, she dives under the covers whispering with Steel while her fingers play with his nipple ring, like she does every time she sees it.
A moment later the two of them are pushing me onto my back and straddling my face. It’s awkward as fuck, Tristan is under Steel, Steel’s cock is hanging through the space of her legs, but I catch on quick what their intention is when they both fall forward over me, taking turns to suck my dick and lick my knot.
I return the favour, alternating between licking Tristan’s pussy before sucking on Steel so hard he swears loudly. But each time I change my attention to the other one, they do too, and I can tell who’s swallowing my cock each time. And it takes no time at all until the three of us are chasing even more of each other.
“I seriously do want to watch,” she whispers. But like always, Tristan essentially only has one volume.
“I’ve got a better idea,” I growl, rolling away from them and their teasing mouths. I move fast, probably faster than Tris has seen me move, and I have Steel pinned under me. “I’m going to fuck Steel’s ass while he fucks yours.”
Tristan’s eyes go huge for a second or two until she explodes. “Shut the fuck up!” She is up on her hands and knees waiting before she disappears from view. “First I have to see you work him with your tip.”
“Tristan, I thought I was your favourite.” Steel moans, as I start teasing him exactly how she suggests, and she’s very good at giving instructions. I hold him down with my hands on his hips but hover just off his body so I show her each and every time my cock breaches his tight hole.
“Nah, we’re working on things, remember?” she retorts without looking at him.
“Best fucking work in progress I’ve ever seen, aren’t ya?”
“You know it,” she wiggles her eyebrows at him.
Of course she’s moving again, coming up with new ways to torture him, whispering them in my ear. The both of us take turns making him squirm and yell out for help.
There comes a point though that Steel loses his patience, just as well because she’s so fucking wet I keep slipping on her slick. He drags her by the leg before shaking free of my hold and pouncing on her.
He stays behind her, his hand covering her mouth so we don’t get interrupted. And then Steel uses his shoulders and the rest of his weight to hold her down before he mounts her, driving his cock right inside her ass with no prep. He’s fucking vicious with her, his hips slapping hard against her ass cheeks, her whimpers are full of pain, but her enjoyment is even louder.
There’s no way to misinterpret how much fun she’s having. He all but bends her in half, her legs bent and folded back so she’s a tight ball, his wrist holding her arms securely. It’s such a fucking beautiful sight watching him rut into her, one that calls me too.
I stand up over him and bury my hands in his hair, wrenching his neck back and stopping him from moving, but Tris keeps rocking back under him.
“Hold up, Tris,” I whisper gently to her, while I take a brutal kiss from him. It’s hard, it’s unnecessarily rough, but sometimes that’s the way life is, it doesn’t make it any more or less incredible.
Dropping to my knees behind Steel I don’t let go of my hold on his hair, as I hold him forward exactly the way he did with Tris. With my other hand I guide my cock inside his body slowly so he feels every ribbed, hard inch of me invade his body. I don’t often fuck him, it’s usually the other way round, so when I do I like to leave him with lingering memories and a sore ass, as a reminder.
I might enter him slowly but once I’m in as deep as I can go, I pull out fast before slamming back inside.
“You take my cock so fucking well, Steel,” I growl, driving into him a few times but I shove my knot into his ass making him whimper as much as Tris was before.
And even though it’s me fucking Steel, it’s her too, she’s doing something under him, something I can’t see but the two of us have torn his submission from him in no time at all. But isn’t that what being with someone you’re in love with is all about… giving them a safe place where they can let go and just be themselves.
Her nest is full of our mingling scents and it’s little wonder that I can feel him shuddering under me, already falling victim to the constant craving need I have for him.
There was a point in my life where I wondered if I’d ever meet another person who had that same power, and I did. I met Tristan and there’s no question in my mind, she enriches us both.
“Steel, you feel incredible working me over like that,” she praises him, her words lost under a long moan signalling that he’s knotting her like I’m knotting him.
The three of us fall apart over each other. My orgasm builds and ebbs, it grows and falls away and the peak comes closer. Sweat rolls off me but I can’t let go until he does first, and it comes… it comes with a long heaving groan from the both of them. I hold his hips hard, my cock buried deep as I empty myself too.
Afterwards, we stay wrapped in each other for hours, Tristan refusing to sleep until Steel does. She plays with his hair before pretending to count his freckles, the light coming under the door the only thing she uses. And each time she kisses him, she does it without expectation which sounds odd but it’s what she does, making it very clear that he is and always will be in control of whether he wants in on our pack too.
Morning comes way too soon. I roll into him and watch him sleep. Out in the main cabin, Tristan is talking animatedly with King but her voice dips when she speaks to Tyson, and I can almost visualise her cosying up to him in front of the fire while King is in the kitchen.
Looking down at Steel again, his eyes are open now. Instead of what I hoped I’d find in them he’s got fear building. Before I can pull away though, Steel rolls us both so he’s lying over my chest, his hand cupping my throat. “Don’t know how, Mav,” he whispers, and I get everything he’s not saying except Steel’s woken up ready to share and that’s almost as incredible as our time last night, “You’ve been the only thing keeping me together. I don’t want to live like we were, and I do want out too but the how freaks me out? How the hell do we do that? And now I’ve got even more to lose.”
“You won’t lose me,” I promise him.
“I will if we lose her.”
“What are you saying?” I barely talk loud enough for him to hear. But he does, he also inches closer, his skin is on mine and it’s in very seldom times like these I feel complete.
“If he finds out about her, that’s me done. I want to say I’m ready to face him but…”
“Go back,” I demand, “tell me clearly what you meant before.”
Steel’s eyes drop away as he speaks. “You know how I feel about you, maybe I’ve never said it in words, but I always believed you knew because you felt it physically. And now her.”
“You said yourself, you weren’t sure,” I interrupt, pressed to understand what he’s saying.
“I’m so fucking freaked, Mav. I just got the girls to safety. I’ve kept you as safe as I could, Tyson too, but if Tris gets caught up in his web, I’m done.”
“You are the strongest person I know, Steel.”
“No, I’m not,” he snaps impatiently.
“I’m not going to argue semantics with you.”
But he laughs quietly, brushing a hand over my face, “I like it when we argue.”
“Yeah, well I like it when we fuck.”
“It was never just physical. I’m sorry I made you think that.”
I wink at him, “You can make it up to me.”
“I can, can I?” He looks up and grins at me. And the look on his face is something I want to see more of.
“You and I are solid.”
“Never thought we’d find someone who fit us so well,” he admits. “And it’s not weird?”
“Me and you being together and me, you, and Tris being together, and me, you, Tris, and Ty being together? Nah, baby, that’s living the fucking dream. And I do expect flowers, and for you to tell me you love me. Weekly.”
“Don’t fucking push it. You’re going soft on me now?”
“Me soft? You know I’d have your face pressed against the cage any fucking day. Being in love with you, Steel, doesn’t take any of my masculinity away. If anything, it makes me stronger, more determined to succeed. And if you don’t feel that too…”
“Yeah, yeah, no fucking flowers though,” he mumbles, pulling me down to kiss me so fucking gently, I nearly tap out on him.
All too soon he puts distance between us, his hand cups my face, his eyes aren’t so conflicted anymore but there’s still a fuck tonne of worry in them. “I think I’ve got an idea how to deal with Rex, but it’s a fucking risk.”
“Everything is a fuckin’ risk with him,” I offer, rolling to my side to pass over his clothes. I wait to dress, choosing instead to watch him but then he does the same, biting his lip while I tuck myself into a pair of training shorts.
“Don’t think you get all this whenever you want”—I wave down my body—“just cause you came out.”
He laughs shoving at me, but he grabs my hand before opening the door. And if that isn’t a fucking declaration of us, I don’t know what is.