Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Maxim
Now me.
Sebastian’s mark is on the left side of her throat. His scent is in her hair, on her skin, and inside her. She is lying in a bed the size of a small country with her eyes half-closed and her legs still trembling.
I want to put my own scent on top of his, so that she carries both of us.
She smells of him. In an hour she will smell of both of us. Inside and out. I kiss the mark once more, then I kiss her mouth. Sebastian is already moving off her, to her side and up on his knees. He does it without a word from me. We have never needed one.
I put my hands on her thighs.
She looks up at me and spreads her legs a little wider, and that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen a female do. Finally, I can see her wet channel.
Sebastian’s hands go where mine were. One on her breast, thumb over the nipple I’d been working. His mouth goes to her ear. “He’s going to take his time with you,” Sebastian tells her, low. “He does everything slow. You’re going to feel every inch.”
She shivers.
And I discover something about myself. I do not mind his voice. I thought I might. I thought there would be some small, ugly thing in me when the moment came. There is nothing. His voice in her ear while I am about to be inside her is not an intrusion.
This is our female. We are a triad. This is simply what it sounds like.
“I want to taste you first,” Wren suddenly tells me.
“Wren…”
“You said nothing happens I don’t ask for.” She pushes herself up onto her elbows. “I’m asking.”
She sits up, pushes me back until I am sitting on my heels, and comes up onto her knees in front of me.
Then she takes my hard, leaking, erection into her mouth.
As much as she can, which is not all of me.
I can see the determination in her face, her eyes up on mine, her hand wrapped around the base of me. It undoes me more than her mouth does.
“Look at her,” Sebastian says, from beside her. “Look at her go.”
I look. I can’t do anything else.
Her tongue. Her lips stretched around me. The wet sound of it. Her hand work what her mouth can’t reach. Her other hand is flat on my thigh, feeling the muscle jump every time she takes me deeper. She hums around me. I put a hand on the headboard because I need something to hold that isn’t her.
I let her continue until I can’t. My balls draw up. The first pull of it starts low in my spine. “Stop. Not like that. Not tonight.”
She lets me slide out of her mouth. “Why not?”
“Because the first time I come, it will be inside you.” I hold her eyes. “Where it belongs.”
She grins up at me, her mouth wet.
I lay her back on the pillows.
Sebastian settles at her side again, up on one elbow. My hands go under her thighs and I lift her to me. I notch the crown of my cock at her entrance. She is wet from him and from herself. I do not care which.
I slide in slow and deep. She is tight around me, and hot. Wren makes a sound I have never heard from her. I stop halfway to hear it again.
“God, Maxim.” Her hands find my forearms. “You’re…this is different.”
“Look at me.”
She does. And I go the rest of the way in.
I watch her face the entire time. Every inch. I need to see what each inch does to her. When I am all the way inside, I say the same words I said into her hair in the ditch. In Krovenian first. Then in English, because she should know what they were.
“You are alive. You are ours.”
Her eyes fill.
Sebastian talks her through it, because I cannot talk and do this.
He puts his mouth at her ear, and his voice is steady and filthy.
“Feel that? That’s Maxim all the way inside you.
He waited three weeks for that. He’s going to fuck you so slow you’re going to beg him, and he still won’t go faster, because he wants to watch you orgasm so hard you scream. ”
His fingers find her clit. Slow circles, the way I did it for him. His other hand takes hers.
And I move with long strokes. All the way out and all the way in. I feel her body learn me. I feel the moment she stops bracing and starts taking. Her thighs go loose around my hips. Her hands stop gripping and start holding.
“There,” Sebastian says, watching her face as closely as I am. “There it is. You feel that, Wren? You feel him hit deep inside of you?”
“I can’t…” She’s breathless. “Maxim, I can’t…”
“You can.”
“It’s too…”
“It is exactly enough.”
I do not go faster. She asks me twice, and the second time it is not a request. I still do not. Sebastian was right. I want to watch her fall apart, and she is going to do it at my pace.
“He’s not going to give it to you,” Sebastian tells her, almost gently. “Not yet. Ask me instead.”
“Sebastian…”
“Ask.”
“Please.”
His fingers press harder on her clit. That’s all. That’s the only thing that changes. She arches off the bed under me, and his mouth goes to her breast. I have to stop moving or I will finish before she does.
Her hands go to my chest. Then one reaches for Sebastian. She is touching both of us and saying both our names. She stops knowing which. It doesn’t matter.
She comes on me without the bite. I feel her clamp down. I hold perfectly still, buried in her, shaking. I do not let myself go.
Then I start again.
“I am not steady,” I tell her, because I tell her everything.
“Good,” she says.
The other side of her throat.
I lower my mouth to it and lick her, one long drag. She knows the tingling now. She tips her head before I’ve finished, baring the unmarked side to me. That trust nearly finishes me all by itself.
“Say it.”
“Now, Maxim.”
She comes again, and I bite. Her blood floods into my mouth and everything in me goes down into her.
I drink. I can’t stop and I don’t try. Her orgasm goes on under me the whole time.
Her body pulls at me inside and out. Sebastian’s fingers keep moving on her.
His voice in her ear is the only sound in the room.
“That’s it. That’s it, Wren. Let him have it. Let him have all of it.”
I come inside her.
Silent. Shaking. It does not end. I fill her and I keep filling her. I hold her hips to me so that none of it is wasted. A sound comes out of me against her throat that is not a word in any language.
Mine. Ours. Inside and out.
Finally, I draw my fangs back and lick it closed. I feel it seal under my tongue.
“You are mine,” I tell her.
“Yours.”
“Ours,” Sebastian confirms.
“Yours,” she agrees. “Both.”
I stay inside her.
She has a mark on each side of her throat now. My scent is on her and in her, and Sebastian’s the same.
Because we are still in the throes of our Calling, it’s not difficult for the both of to be ready for more. We switch again, because she asks.
She goes up on her hands and knees and eagerly takes Sebastian into her mouth while I am inside her from behind, because she asks for that too. Sebastian comes down her throat with a shout. I come inside her a second time.
Then I sit up against the headboard and pull her back against my chest, her back to me, my hands on her breasts.
Sebastian kneels between her legs and slides inside her again, slower this time, learning it from me.
I talk to her in Krovenian and do not translate.
She doesn’t ask me to. She tips her head back onto my shoulder and lets the sound of it wash over her while my brother-in-arms fucks her.
I feel every stroke through her, in my chest, where she is now.
At some point she says, “Is it always going to be like this?”
“Like what?” Sebastian asks.
“Like…” She waves a hand at the bed, the wreck of it, the two of us. “This.”
“No,” I tell her. “It will be more.”
She groans. Sebastian laughs into her neck.
The bed is a wreck. She’s laughing.
We have used her and she is sore. Our female needs a break.
“Enough,” I say.
“I’m fine.”
“You are not fine,” Sebastian says. “You are extremely well fucked and you can barely lift your arm.”
Sebastian runs hot water in the bathtub. The both of us wash her. Wash her hair, her throat, carefully, on both sides and between her legs, gently, where she is swollen and full of us. She lets us. It is the most tender thing that has happened all night, and nobody says anything about it.
When we are finished we dry her off and carry her back to bed and place her between us.
She’s asleep in minutes. Sebastian is nearly asleep. I am not, because I never am.
I put my palm flat on her stomach and I breathe in. I scent it first because I always scent things first.
Sebastian’s hand comes over mine in the dark. Neither of us asks whose because it doesn’t matter.
I close my eyes and sleep.