Chapter 20 – REGINA #2
That's all the encouragement Sean needs. He plops down behind me, gesturing for me to turn around. "Shirt on or off?"
"On," I say firmly, though his knowing smirk suggests he already figured that would be my answer.
“We'll do it the boring way, then,” he says.
His massive hands settle on my shoulders, strong fingers digging into knots I didn't even realize I had. I have to bite back a moan he'll definitely read into as he works his way down my spine, seemingly finding every point of tension with unerring accuracy.
"Told you," he says smugly. "Magic fingers."
He wasn't lying. Under his ministrations, my muscles turn to jelly. The pressure of his thumbs along my lower back sends waves of relief through my cramping abdomen.
I'm vaguely aware of Killian and Micah watching, their expressions a mixture of jealousy and fascination. Neither complains, though, as Sean continues working his miracles on my aching muscles.
They’re acting like I’m not having to keep my head down so my hair covers the ruined side of my face.
The weight of their stares tempts me to slam the glamour back into place, but as long as they’re not trying to crane their necks to see that side, I can put up with this.
They need to know what they’re getting into, anyway.
I’ve had enough of guys who wince at the sight of me for one lifetime.
These ones… don’t.
They may not be werewolves, but they are weird wolves.
"I could rub your feet," Micah offers tentatively. "If you want."
A foot massage feels somehow more intimate than what Sean is doing to my back, but I'm past the point of overthinking this. And if I’m even going to consider staying, I want them to prove themselves.
"Sure."
Micah sits at the other end of the couch, lifting my feet onto his lap. His hands are surprisingly gentle as he works his thumbs into my arches through my socks, applying perfect pressure to points I didn't know could feel that good.
Between the two of them, I'm melting into a puddle of contented witch. It's hard to focus on the pain when my body is responding so enthusiastically to their touch. The movie plays in the background, but I've lost track of the plot entirely.
Not that there was much of one to begin with.
Killian watches us, his ice-blue eyes darkening.
There's hunger in that gaze, but it’s tempered with restraint.
It still makes my skin prickle with unease, but it’s hard to look at him and see the monster that flayed me open.
I have to actively remind myself wolf shifters and werewolves share a lot of uncomfortable similarities.
Mainly the teeth.
"You know," Killian says, his voice dropping to a seductive rumble, "we don't have to be bonded officially to make you feel good. Who knows? Since we're mates, it might even help replenish your energy without the formal bond."
My heart stutters. "I'm on my period," I mumble, suddenly flustered.
I can't believe that's the only reason springing to my mind right now for why that's a terrible idea.
He scoffs. "So? A little blood never stopped a wolf."
The casual way he dismisses what most men I've known have treated as a revolting inconvenience is... disarming. And more arousing than it should be. Heat pools low in my belly, and not just from the cramps.
I've been so focused on my reservations about them as wolves that I've managed to mostly ignore how attractive they all are. Mostly. But this close, my body thrumming with instincts I know I can't keep ignoring forever, it's impossible to forget.
And they all want me.
Scars, complications, baggage and all.
Because they’re nuts. But still.
"You're overthinking," Killian says softly. "Let us take care of you, Regina."
Maybe it's the exhaustion, or the way Sean's hands have turned my spine to liquid, or the fact that I haven't been touched with genuine desire in longer than I care to admit. Whatever the reason, I find myself nodding.
“Okay.”
The energy in the room shifts instantly. Sean's hands pause on my lower back, and Micah's fingers still against my arches. Killian moves forward, graceful as a predator, settling between my legs with a confidence that makes my breath catch.
"Relax," he murmurs, large hands sliding up my thighs. "We'll make you feel so good."
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants, looking up at me for permission. I nod, and he tugs them down my legs along with my underwear, leaving me exposed from the waist down.
Normally, this makes me feel vulnerable, but all I feel is desire. Hot, insistent desire coursing through my veins. Sean shifts behind me, his hands resuming their massage but now sliding beneath my sweatshirt, tracing patterns against my bare skin. Micah moves closer, watching me with hungry eyes.
Killian settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider. His warm breath fans across my most sensitive flesh, making me shiver in anticipation of what he's about to do. When his mouth finally makes contact, I gasp, hips bucking involuntarily.
He takes his time, exploring me with his tongue, seeming to savor every reaction he draws from my body.
I'm already wet, but each pass of his tongue over my clit makes me even wetter.
After a few minutes, he pauses only to reach up and carefully remove my tampon, tossing it aside without a second glance.
And I don't even have time to be properly mortified because he dives in without hesitation, licking a stripe up my slit.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," he growls, diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. His tongue delves deeper, lapping at the blood mixed with my arousal like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.
Is this a wolf thing?
This has to be a fucking wolf thing.
"Lucky bastard," Micah mutters from somewhere to my right.
Killian doesn't even pause. Just flips him off. "Stop whining and maybe you'll get a turn, pup," he rumbles against my flesh, the vibrations making me whimper and squirm.
I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm letting them do this. I can't believe how incredibly good it feels.
Sean's hands slip higher under my borrowed shirt, cupping my breasts. He presses his lips to my neck, breath hot against my ear.
"Does that feel good, little witch?" he rumbles in my ear.
“Y-yes," I pant, unable to form more complex sentences as Killian's tongue circles my clit.
"Good girl," Sean purrs, squeezing my breasts gently. He gives a low, throaty chuckle at my body's immediate response. My nipples are already hard and pebbled against his fingertips.
"I think our Bonded has a praise kink," Micah observes, voice thick with arousal.
They're right, damn them. The words of approval send lightning down my spine, making me arch and writhe against Killian's mouth.
"That's it," Killian encourages between licks. "You're so perfect. So sweet. Let us hear you."
The combination of his skilled tongue, Sean's hands on my breasts, and their words of praise pushes me over the edge.
I come with a sharp cry, my orgasm slamming into me, followed by bliss washing over my body in waves.
Killian doesn't let up, lapping at me through the aftershocks, drawing out my orgasm until I'm trembling.
When I finally catch my breath, I realize they're far from done with me.
Sean maneuvers me onto his lap, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his jeans. "My turn," he growls, unzipping his pants and freeing himself with one hand.
"Oh, fuck ," I gasp, reaching back to tangle my fingers in his hair as he lifts my hips as easily as if he's maneuvering a doll. He guides me down onto his length, and as wet as I am, the thickness of his crown barely gets past my entrance before meeting friction.
My hips buck of their own accord, allowing him to fill me another couple of inches, and the sensation is enough to send my arousal right back up the charts.
"Good girl," Sean growls, his voice raw and primal, a side of the exuberant, goofy alpha I'm not used to seeing. One I decide I could definitely get used to. "Let me stretch that tight pussy open."
His words make my body clench down on him in response, and on the release, gravity does the rest of the work, allowing me to slip down onto him the rest of the way, his arms wrapping around me and pressing my ass against his padded midsection.
Micah kneels between my spread legs, eyes fixed on where Sean disappears inside me. "My turn," he purrs, lowering his head.
The first touch of his tongue against my swollen, sensitive clit makes me jerk. Sean holds me steady, beginning a slow rhythm of thrusts while Micah licks and sucks at my most sensitive point.
I'm overwhelmed in the best possible way, caught between their bodies, surrounded by their scents. And beneath the pleasure, I feel something else—a subtle energy flowing into me from their touch, replenishing what I've lost.
Killian was right. This is helping, even without a formal bond.
Sean's thrusts grow more insistent, and I feel something swelling at the base of his cock just when I thought I'd taken all of him.
"Wh-what the fuck is that?" I gasp, trying to look down.
Sean's rhythm falters. "What's what? You mean my knot?"
"I thought you were joking about that," I say, eyes wide. "You have knots? In these forms?"
The three of them exchange amused glances.
"You don't know much about shifter anatomy, do you?" Killian asks, clearly entertained by my ignorance.
"Not really," I admit, blushing furiously. "I kind of— ah !—avoided the subject."
"We'll be happy to give you a hands-on anatomy lesson," Killian purrs, unbuckling his belt. He frees his own cock. It’s massive and intimidating, with a visible swelling at the base. His entire cock, knot and all, is the size of my fucking forearm.
Oh, fuck.
They weren't joking.
He strokes himself slowly, standing at eye level with me now. “Knots swell inside our mates, locking us together. But you'd need way more training for that. You're human, witch or not.”
I feel Sean's knot pressing against my entrance with each thrust, not quite entering, but definitely making its presence known. Part of me—some primal, instinctive, utterly fucked up part I didn't know existed—wants to take it, to feel it swell inside me, locking us together.
Micah grows more aggressive with his mouth, sucking harder on my clit while Sean fucks me. I whimper and gasp, eyes fixed on Killian's cock as he strokes himself inches from my face.
"Want to touch it?" he asks, voice rough with desire.
I reach out to wrap my fingers around him before I can stop myself. He's huge, hot and hard in my palm. I can't even get my hand all the way around his shaft. I run my fingers curiously over the swollen knot and trace the veins wrapped around it, squeezing gently, testing the firmness.
He groans at my exploration. "Fuck, your hands feel good."
I lean forward, drawn by an instinct I don't fully understand or care to figure out, and take him into my mouth. His taste explodes across my tongue, salty and musky. He gives a growl that’s almost a purr, one hand coming to rest on the back of my head.
"Good girl," he praises, making me moan around him. "Your mouth feels so fucking good… fuck .”
They continue worshiping me from all angles—Sean's cock stretching me from below, Micah's tongue sweeping over my clit, Killian's length filling my mouth. I'm drowning in it all, in their scents, in the electric current of energy that seems to flow between our bodies.
I suckle at the head of Killian's cock, tasting the precome that beads there. Something about it sends a jolt through me. Not just pleasure, but actual energy. I'm not imagining it. I can feel power flowing into me with each drop I swallow.
"Fuck, I'm close," Sean warns, his thrusts growing erratic as he pounds into me from behind. "You want me to pull out?"
I'm surprised by his restraint, especially considering it's the last thing on my mind right now. I release Killian just long enough to answer. “I have an IUD. It's okay,” I pant.
Sean freezes. "Do we uh, need to call the bomb squad?"
Killian shoots him an incredulous look. "An IUD is birth control, you fucking idiot. Just shut up and finish inside her or I'm taking your place."
Sean doesn't need further encouragement. He drives into me with one final, hard thrust, his knot swelling outside my entrance, too large now to even attempt entering. He comes with a guttural groan, flooding me with warm seed, his stomach clenching against my back.
Almost at the exact same time, as if it’s some pack bond thing, Killian pulses in my mouth, releasing down my throat in hot spurts. I swallow instinctively, and with each gulp, I feel more energy flowing into me.
Holy shit. This isn't just good sex. It's actually replenishing my magical reserves.
They really are my mates, aren’t they?
Fuck.
Between my legs, Micah makes a strangled growling sound, his tongue working frantically against my clit as he works his own cock to climax. His mouth sends me over the edge again, pleasure exploding outward from my core, leaving me trembling and gasping.
I collapse against Sean’s bulk, still impaled on his softening cock, while Killian's cock slips from my mouth. Micah nuzzles between my thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of one that leaves bloody lip prints on my skin.
"Feeling better?" Sean asks, rubbing my stomach in slow circles with his warm, rough hands.
Amazingly, I am.
The cramping has subsided completely, and the fuzzy weakness that plagued me earlier has vanished. In its place is a warm, vital energy that thrums through my veins. I’m so blissed out, I can’t even manage to give a shit about my face.
"Yeah," I mumble, still caught in a post-orgasmic haze. "Much better, actually."
The front door opens with a jingle of keys. "I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for, and I didn't want to wake you up to ask, so I just got everything that was still open," Rowan's voice calls from the hallway.
He walks into the living room, arms laden with no fewer than a dozen takeout bags, and freezes.
His eyes widen comically as he takes in the scene—me on Sean's lap, my lower half naked, Killian still tucking himself back into his pants, and Micah on his knees at my pussy with blood smeared across his mouth.
"Oh," Rowan says after a moment of stunned silence. "I see you started dinner without me."