Chapter 33 – BANE #2
"Don't you fucking dare. I want all of it."
Hard to say no to an invitation like that.
I position myself behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding my cock to her entrance.
The first push in draws sounds from both of us—hers high and needy, mine low and probably more monstrous than human.
She's so tight, so hot, and I have to pause when I'm only halfway in, afraid I'll just fucking come if I move too fast.
"More," she demands, pushing back against me, and who am I to deny her?
I slide in the rest of the way in one smooth thrust, and we both groan at the sensation. She's perfect around me, tight enough that every movement is almost too much but not quite. I start moving, slow at first, trying to be gentle, but she's having none of it.
"Harder," she demands. "I'm not made of glass."
"No," I agree, snapping my hips forward with enough force to jolt her forward. "You're made of something much more dangerous."
She laughs, the sound turning into a moan when I hit particularly deep. "Flattery will get you everywhere."
"Good to know. How about there?" I ask, thrusting into her spot.
Her spine arches, and she makes a sound that undoes me.
I set a rhythm that's just shy of punishing, each thrust driving her forward into the pillows.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her, the way her ass bounces with each impact, the sounds she's making—it's almost too much.
But then she looks at Archer, who's been watching with pupils blown wide, cock straining against his pants.
"Soldier boy," she says, voice rough. "Come here."
He scrambles forward so fast he nearly trips, and Felix actually laughs—not his usual bitter exhale, but an actual laugh.
"She can take two at once," Felix says with a smirk. "She likes it."
Archer looks between Felix and Juniper like he's been given permission to open Christmas presents early. "Are you sure?"
"Get your cock out and get over here before I change my mind," Juniper orders, and fuck if that commanding tone doesn't make my cock twitch inside her.
Archer strips with efficiency, and when his cock springs free, Juniper makes an appreciative noise. "Pretty," she purrs, running her hand down the length.
He grunts. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"It is," she purrs, swiping her tongue over his crown in a way that makes his eyes roll back in his head, all insult forgotten.
The first slide of his cock between her lips coincides with a particularly deep thrust from me, and the moan she makes around him has Archer's fingers biting into the blankets.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Your mouth, it's?—"
"Perfect," I finish for him, because it's true. Everything about her is perfect, from the way she takes my cock to the way she's sucking Archer like it's her favorite thing in the world.
Elias is still against the wall, but his hand is inside his pants now, stroking himself with movements that match our rhythm. His eyes are locked on where I'm connected to Juniper, and there's something almost reverent in his expression.
"You like watching?" Juniper asks when Archer pulls back to let her breathe. "Like seeing me take them?"
"Yes," Elias admits, voice rough. "You're magnificent."
She preens at the compliment, then takes Archer deep enough that he makes a sound I've never heard from him before. We find a rhythm, Archer and I, pushing and pulling. Every thrust from me drives her onto his cock, every pull back has her following my movement.
"Close," I warn, because between her tight heat and the whole situation, I'm not going to last much longer. "Juniper, I'm?—"
"Inside," she gasps around Archer's cock. "Want your knot."
Those words destroy what's left of my control. I slam into her one last time, feeling my knot start to swell as I come harder than I have in years. The expansion locks us together, and the feeling of being connected to her like this, as primal as it gets, makes my whole body shake.
Archer's not far behind, and when he comes, Juniper swallows everything with a satisfaction that's obvious even from my position behind her.
"Fuck," Archer breathes, collapsing back against the headboard. "That was..."
"Just the beginning," Juniper says, and despite having two orgasms and currently being locked on my knot, she sounds ready for more. Her eyes find Elias, still against the wall, still hard. "You're being so patient."
"I'm enjoying the show," he says, but his voice is strained.
"But then again," she continues with a sly smile, "you did have a turn the other day, didn't you?"
Elias flushes slightly.
"I'd rather come inside you," he admits. "If you'll let me."
She purrs, a soft, warm sound that makes my knot even harder, and the vibration travels through her body to where we're connected. "I promise I'll make it worth the wait."
I groan, partly from the sensation and partly from the promise in her voice. "You're an insatiable little thing, aren't you?"
Felix snorts from his position among the pillows. "You have no idea."
"Felix," Juniper complains, but she's grinning.
"They should know what they're getting into," he teases.
We stay locked together for another fifteen minutes, Juniper occasionally shifting in ways that make me see stars. Carlisle returns with water bottles, energy bars, and enough towels to stock a small hotel. He looks entirely too pleased with the scene he's returned to.
"Starting to think we're going to need a schedule," he observes. "Maybe a sign-up sheet."
"No paperwork," Juniper says with an authoritative scowl.
"Chaos it is," Carlisle agrees with a chuckle.
When my knot finally goes down enough to pull out, I do so carefully, aware that she's probably sore despite her slick. She makes a soft sound at the loss, and I can't help pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"Be right back," I murmur. "Just need to clean up."
I grab one of Carlisle's towels and head to the bathroom, needing a moment to process what just happened. I just fucked our scent match. Knotted her while Felix watched, while he gave permission and guidance and seemed genuinely okay with it. But I can't help but wonder if he really is.
After all, this whole time, it's just been the two of them, presumably. This has to be unsettling, whether he's letting on or not.
When I step out into the hall and find him leaning against the wall, lost in thought, my suspicions seem a little more founded.
"You okay?" I ask, because someone needs to.
He gives me a look like I've grown a second head. "Why wouldn't I be?"
I shrug. "Juniper's first heat with the pack. That has to be a little weird for you."
His expression shifts to annoyance. "It's a heat. I've shared her with alphas during heats before."
The casual way he says it makes my chest tight. And a little possessive at the thought of other alphas touching her. "Doesn't make it easy."
"I don't need your concern," he snaps, and there's that defensive edge that comes out whenever someone tries to show him kindness. "I know what she needs, and I know I can't give it to her. End of story. Save the ‘daddy’ routine for Juniper."
"You're not used to having anyone look out for you, are you?"
The question seems to catch him off guard. He stares at me for a long moment, silver eyes unreadable. "No," he finally says. "And I like it that way."
He leaves without another word, and I'm left standing in the hall, thinking we're right back to square one with him. Every time I think we're making progress, he retreats behind those walls he's built.
Through the door, I can hear Juniper laughing at something Elias said, followed by the telltale sounds of round three—or is it four?—beginning.
Back to square one.