Chapter 17 Joys of Sharing #2
“Shh, Seri,” I crooned, cupping her face in my palms. “A joke, I swear. None of us regret sharing you. None of us are jealous or resentful. I love watching you with my brothers, and I know they feel the same. I’m sorry I indicated otherwise.”
“You mean it?” Her lashes grew spiky, and I could have shot myself for upsetting her.
“I do, sweet girl. You are so completely ours. Our beloved. But you can ask them yourself if you don’t believe me. They’ll be here any moment.”
“You’re sure, Koko? You’re really sure?”
“I am. With every vow I could give you, I mean it, Serafina.”
She watched my face for a moment longer, then leaned in and kissed me, softly and tenderly, melting every part of me, as only she could.
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Casimir
I could hear the slipstream of Seri and Koa’s voices from our room, followed by the long hush that meant my brother was holding her skin-to-skin as he breathed her in, slow and content, letting the world go blurry around the edges.
I could picture him, arms a bracket around her, lips to her hair, whispering words of devotion.
Some days I envied him, the ease with which he gave every part of himself away, but mostly I was grateful, because the only thing more impossible than loving Seri alone would be caging her in a single pair of arms.
We’d never been that kind of family. Not even as kids.
Sharing everything from cookies to bandages.
First with Mom, then, after she was gone, with each other, through the brawling years when Father’s punishments had left us half-feral and inseparable.
By the time we’d met Seri, we were already formed in that shape: Three bodies, one tangle.
She didn’t break us apart. She just fit perfectly in the middle.
Each of us had our own way with her, and she responded differently to each approach like an instrument played by three very different musicians, creating three distinct, but equally beautiful melodies.
Koa took his time with her, worshipping her body with the same fierce intensity he applied to everything in his life. Zane made her laugh, tickling and tormented her into a frenzy before finally giving her what she needed, leaving her too exhausted to do anything but sleep afterward.
As for me, I studied everything, then deployed my knowledge with precision. When I touched her, it was with purpose, and her soft cries of pleasure were the sweetest reward for my patience.
I unbuckled my belt, anticipation coiling tight in my gut. Zane was running Brumous in the orchard, letting the dire wolf chase wind in the moonlight for the last time tonight, giving me a chance to have our beloved before he wore her out with his teasing.
I took the stairs fast, two at a time, then slowed as I reached our room and kicked off my boots in the hallway. Just as I touched the doorknob, though, Seri’s voice, high and uncertain, came from inside.
“You’re sure, Koko? You’re really sure?”
“I am.” His response came without hesitation, steady as dawn rising. “With every vow I could give you, I mean it, Serafina.”
My pulse ratcheted up, not just from the rawness in his tone, but because I could tell they were discussing something that mattered.
Seri’s anxieties crept in after dark sometimes, when she was certain no one was listening.
She’d been like that since we found her, twisting her fingers into knots and panicking whenever she thought she might lose us.
I couldn’t blame her. Her stepmother had spent years programming her to believe that love was just a leash pulled tight, starve and reward, never let the dog forget who owned it.
I exhaled slowly, silently. Whatever doubts had crept into our beloved’s mind, Ko was handling it.
That was one of the many things I appreciated about my youngest brother.
He shouldered the emotional load that I often struggled to balance, the weight of feelings that sometimes seemed too complex, too messy for my ordered mind to process.
And Zane simply pretended those burdens didn’t exist if they grew too heavy for him to carry.
“And here’s your Simmy.” He knew I was there. Of course he did. Ko could smell me through three feet of concrete, let alone a wood door. “Wanting to prove to you how much he loves and enjoys sharing you with his brothers.”
So. That was it. Something had spooked her, maybe a flashback to her stepmother’s relentless “you are my property” lectures, and he was talking her down, wrapping her in the kind of reassurance that only made her nod, because she didn’t trust words until they were proven a hundred times with actions.
Lucky for me, actions were my native tongue.
I opened the door, silent as shadow, and let the sight of them burn its way into my retinas. Seri cuddled against Ko, her hair a tangled mess around them, his hands caressing her bare back. His lips were at her ear, but his eyes found mine, silently telling me to hurry.
Stripping out of the rest of my clothes, I crossed the room, knelt on the bed beside them, and kissed her shoulder.
“I’m more than happy to prove that, my love.”
She looked up, gray eyes wide and stormy, and the relief that flashed through her expression made my chest hurt. My brothers and I might share everything, but in this moment, the hunger clawing at my insides felt uniquely, possessively mine.
“I’d rather have a third of you than a hundred of anyone else.” My voice dropped to a register that made her pupils dilate, and she blushed, the all-over kind that made her freckles pop.
“I just… I never want you to feel like I’m not enough. Or that I’m too much. Or—”
“You’re exactly the right amount of everything.
If anything, it’s us that aren’t enough for you.
” I picked up one of her hands, grazing her knuckles with my teeth.
“We’re your husbands. Your mates. Your beloveds.
” Each declaration punctuated with a nip along her fingers.
“We’re not scraps to share. We’re a constellation to adore you. ”
“Simmy,” she whispered, eyes glittering.
“You want us to prove it tonight, little wife? That there’s nothing we’d rather do than share you? Should I have Ko hold you down while I take you? For corroboration, of course.”
“I don’t know what that word means.”
“Further evidence,” Ko translated, his fingers trailing idly along her collarbone, goosebumps rising in the wake.
She smiled, soft and shaky, and pushed herself upright, knees splayed. She looked at me the way only she ever had, like I was her knight in shining armor. I would have let her break every bone in my body for that look.
“Would you like us to make love to you at the same time?”
I kissed her before she could answer, claiming her mouth and noting the slight hitch in her breath when my tongue traced her lower lip, the way her hands fluttered against my chest before settling on my shoulders, the arch of her back when my palm skimmed down her spine.
I deepened the kiss, one hand cupping the back of her neck, the other gliding over her ribs, then lower, until I palmed her ass and squeezed, testing how much she’d let me take.
When I broke the kiss, her cheeks were blazing and her chest heaving, yet still she stared at me with those impossibly trusting eyes.
“How would you do that, Simmy? You both can’t… You don’t mean inside me at the same time?”
“Yes, beloved, that’s exactly what he means.” Ko grinned, all white teeth and arrogance, making her flush darker.
“If you want to try, we can.” I paused, gauging her reaction and noted the way her breath quickened. Oh, yeah. She wanted it. Still, I offered other options. “You could also take one of us inside your vagina and the other in your hand or mouth.”
She shivered, and I felt the heat of it all the way down my spine.
“Might as well tell her about all the options while you’re at it.” Ko’s hand moved to cup her breast, strumming her nipple with his thumb and earning a low moan. “Anal sex is—”
“Not something I’m interested in,” I cut in quickly.
It wasn’t the act itself I objected to; it was the detachment it would require. My control was tenuous enough when I was inside her. Maintaining the necessary restraint for something that demanded such careful attention was beyond me.
“I don’t think I’d like that, either.” Seri shook her head, her eyes wide as silver dollars.
“Just being thorough,” Ko said with a shrug. “In the interests of full disclosure.”
He met my gaze over her head, and I knew he was thinking what I was: There would never be enough time with her, not in this life or the next. Still, I was damned if I didn’t try to give her everything she asked for.
“Can we…” She swallowed hard, then finished in a whisper, “Do what you said? Together?”
“Anything you want, little wife,” I promised.
Koa propped himself up against the headboard, already hard again, and Seri wriggled onto his lap like an exotic dancer, her hair wild and tangled over her shoulders and breasts, a sight that turned my dick to solid steel.
She was so fucking beautiful when she let go. Not fragile, not shy. Just pure, electric want.
Gathering her curls in one hand, I knelt behind her and bent down to kiss the nape of her neck. She shivered, tilting her head, and I bit lightly, just enough to leave the faintest imprint. She moaned my name, one hand flying back to tangle in my hair.
“Easy, my love.” I traced her spine with my fingertips. “We’ll give you whatever you want.”
Her ass rubbed against my dick, and I couldn’t help but roll my hips, letting her feel how hard she made me.
I dragged my fingers down her sides, then around to cup her breasts, already sensitive from Ko’s attention.
She made a needy sound, then reached between her legs, lined him up, and sank down onto him with a gasp.
His hands held her waist as she began to ride him, slow at first, rocking back and forth, his thick dick stretching her with every thrust.
“Cruor, Seri!” he groaned.
“Am I—”
“Amazing? Yes, sweet girl. You’re incredible.”
Watching them nearly made me come on the spot, but I held out, distracting myself by reaching for the bottle of lube that now lived on the bedside table and slicking myself up, wanting to make the experience as pleasurable for her as possible.
“Let me know when you’re ready for more,” I whispered in her ear and smirked when my breath made goosebumps on her skin.
“Now.” She looked back at me, eyes wild. “I’m ready.”
Needing no further words, I gripped my dick at the base and slowly began working my tip into her with tiny thrusts as Ko braced her hips, guiding her.
This was the moment where my control always slipped; the first wet heat of Seri’s body taking me shattered my discipline like nothing else ever had.
When I was inside her, I wasn’t the rigid commander anymore, wasn’t the strategic thinker, the voice of reason, the biggest billy goat gruff.
I was pure sensation, pure need, a starved animal, and only she could sate me.
Still, tonight I was careful, even though I wanted to take, take, take.
I watched and listened for any sign of pain as I nudged my dick further into her stuffed pussy, but all I saw was pleasure so sharp, it was nearly panic.
She clung to Koa, fingernails digging into his shoulders, and he kissed her and whispered encouragement until my dick was finally fully lodged alongside his.
“Pace it, Cas,” he rumbled.
I started to move, and Seri whined, high and helpless. The friction was obscene, his dick rubbing against mine, her pussy fluttering. It was like nothing I’d ever felt, and I knew from Ko’s expression that it was the same for him.
“Okay?” I panted in her ear.
“It’s so much!”
“Good,” I grunted.
It didn’t take long for Ko and me to figure it out, filling her completely until she was crying out with every stroke and I was lost in the velvet clutch of her body.
I wrapped her curls around my fist and drove into her with a need that bordered on violent, setting a reckless pace, my hips driving forward with a force I would never have allowed myself with any other aspect of our beloved.
But Seri wasn’t fragile, not in this way.
She matched our passion, her body arching to take us deeper, her moans urging us on.
When I reached around to rub her clit, she clenched down so hard, I thought I’d black out. Ko was close, too; I could feel it in the way his thighs started to shake.
“You, too, Simmy! Both of you!”
I could deny her nothing. With a growl, I thrust harder and faster, out of time with Ko, whose rhythm had fallen apart as he chased the edge.
Seri stiffened, her head tossed back and her mouth open in a silent scream, and then she convulsed around us, the pressure incredible, and Ko followed a second later with a rough shout.
Words escaped me, as they always did in these moments. Unlike Ko’s poetry or Zane’s horny monologue, I could only ever grit out a handful of broken phrases through clenched teeth. Her name, a curse, a snarled word or two of praise.
“Hell, yes!” was all I managed tonight before I came hard enough to see stars, filling her hot and thick, my hips pumping mindlessly. For a moment, it felt like I’d never stop; I just kept coming and coming until even my lungs went limp.
Finally, I pulled out and collapsed on the bed, Seri sprawled boneless between us, hair plastered to her face. Koa stroked her cheek, whispering in his low, soothing voice. I lay there, still clutching a fistful of her hair, just remembering how to breathe.
If this doesn’t convince her we enjoy sharing her, nothing will.
After a minute, she stirred, eyes fluttering open. Her smile was lazy and proud, and I leaned down and kissed her.
“Don’t get too comfortable, beloved.” Koa propped himself up on one elbow to smirk down at her. “Zane’s seconds from barreling through that door and demanding his turn.”
“Let him try to top this,” I scoffed, not letting go of Seri’s hair.
Right on cue, the bedroom door crashed open and Zane tumbled in, belt unbuckled, pants unzipped, eyes bright with wolfish hunger. He looked at our tangle on the bed and straight-up howled.
“Seriously? You couldn’t wait for me?”
His eyes turned pure predator as he stripped out of his clothes at dhampir speed. With a giggle, Seri looked at him with that worshipful gaze that always made him puff up like a peacock.
“Hey, baby,” he cooed, all charm as he crawled toward her. “You miss me?”
“You know I did.”
With a smirk, he dragged her over me and laid her out on my other side, then kissed her senseless, his hands everywhere. In seconds, she was panting his name and writhing with need, and Zane raised his head to grin at us.
“You boys did good. She’s sensitive as hell.”
“Mission accomplished,” Ko chuckled as I snapped, “For night’s sake, don’t fuck it up.”
So of course, he started tickling her.