Chapter 11 – REGINA #2
His thrusts get harder, his fingers biting into my hips a bit more, and I bite my lip to stifle another moan as the warmth in my core builds rapidly. It crashes over me all at once in a rush that leaves me gasping his name.
Rowan follows immediately, his release triggered by mine, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. The bond between us flares bright and hot, energy surging between us in a circuit that feels like completion.
Oh, fuck.
So this is what it's like to do this with a mate bond.
To seal a mate bond.
And I feel it. Knitting me together like cords of light, wrapping around us both, strengthening the magical pathways the ritual already built within me. And I feel them thrumming through the rest of the pack, too.
As Rowan's come fills me, so do his emotions. All his adoration, all his fierce protectiveness, all his acceptance.
As we lay tangled together, catching our breath, I become aware of the others again, their desire now a nearly painful intensity pulsing through our shared bond. The bond that's begging to be completed in all three remaining directions.
"Fuck, that..." he begins, then shakes his head, apparently at a loss for words. A first for the most articulate wolf in the pack by far.
"Yeah," I agree, understanding him perfectly.
He stays inside me for a few minutes, his cock throbbing and twitching occasionally until he finally withdraws. Even if his knot isn't inside me, the loss of him leaves me feeling empty.
But I know there's more to come.
Much more.
Before I've fully caught my breath, Sean and Micah approach together, exchanging a look that communicates volumes between them.
Sean's usual playfulness is tempered with a hungry intensity that has me squirming as he steps down into the pit, and Micah is positively wolfish. Almost graceful as he follows Sean.
"Our turn," Sean announces, shedding his clothes on his way to me.
Rowan presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before carefully moving aside. "Thank you, my mate," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
I barely have time to register the loss of his warmth before Sean and Micah are there, their energy filling the space around me.
"Been waiting forever," Sean mumbles, his hands already roaming my body with enthusiastic appreciation. "Thought I was gonna fuckin' die if I had to watch any longer."
"We thought we could share you," Micah explains, his voice softer but no less intent. "If that's okay with you."
The idea of being between them both sends a fresh wave of heat through me, despite the fact I'm still panting from the first orgasm. "Yes," I breathe, reaching for them both. "Please."
They waste no time taking me up on the invitation.
Sean's body is a study in powerful padded bulk with his broad shoulders and strong thighs, his cock thick and already fully hard between them.
Micah's form is leaner, his muscles defined beneath smooth skin.
And he's plenty fucking huge, too, his long cock perfectly curved upward like it was custom made to hit all the right places at all the right angles.
No wonder shifters are known for their legendary egos.
"How do you want us, sexy witch?" Sean asks with a lazy grin.
"I..." I hesitate, not sure how to articulate what I want in the aftermath of the newly sealed bond and the most intense orgasm of my life.
"Maybe like this," Micah suggests, positioning himself on his back on the blankets. "If you think you can take us both."
The image my mind immediately comes up with would be enough to convince me even if it weren't for the hungry way he's looking at me right now. "Yes," I agree, moving to straddle him. "That's perfect."
Micah's hands steady me as I lower myself onto his length, a gasp escaping me as he fills the space Rowan just occupied. Once I'm fully seated, Sean moves to kneel behind me and I tense with excitement as I feel his thick cock brush against my lower spine.
"This okay, little storm?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Yeah," I breathe. "Just uh, use plenty of lube."
He chuckles, reaching for something in one of the console drawers in the nest wall I now realize they've stocked with more than just game controllers and snacks. "Got it."
"Did you just have that in there?" I ask incredulously.
"Not before you came along," Sean answers. "We're not animals." He pauses. "I mean, not usually. You know what I mean."
Micah rolls his eyes, but his hand skates down my spine and my muscles relax in response to his gentle touch. "Try to relax, little witch."
I moan as Sean spreads my cheeks and I feel two coated fingers spreading the slick lube around my hole. He's surprisingly gentle, working me as I whimper and ride Micah's cock until I'm finally ready to take the first digit.
A hiss escapes me as I adjust to the intrusion. It's been a while since I've done anything like this, and never while my pussy was equally occupied.
But the thought of taking them both at once is too tempting to pass up, and I'm pretty sure these shifters who share nearly everything draw the line at sharing a pussy at the same time. If that's even fucking possible with men this size.
"Fuck, you're tight," Sean murmurs, slowly working another knuckle into me. "Micah, try to unwind her a little."
"Eyes on me, pretty girl," Micah says, his voice uncharacteristically rough as he turns my head toward him and guides our lips together.
I still have that instinct to turn my face away from his, but when he slips his tongue into my mouth and palms my breast in his right hand, my hesitation quickly evaporates.
"There you go. Good girl," Sean says, his voice gravely with want as he pushes his fingers in deeper. He's being so gentle and patient even though I know it's killing him to get inside me and have his turn to complete the bond. "Relax for me. You need three fingers before you can take this cock."
"Full of ourselves, are we?" I pant, breaking the kiss with Micah for half a second.
Sean laughs, the sound low and rumbling against me as he starts to work in a third finger. "You're gonna be full of me in a minute. I'll let you decide if it's justified."
I cry out as he fully breaches me, tightening around Micah. He groans in response, rutting up into me, his hands still firm on my hips.
"Fuck," he pants. "You feel so good, Regina."
"So do you," I manage to get out, collapsing against him a second later when Sean pulls his fingers out almost completely, just to drive back into me.
The friction is fucking delicious, and I'm writhing too intensely from the feeling to even be able to properly communicate how much I need it to be his cock.
He seems to sense it intuitively, whether through the bond or because he's apparently a sex god, and withdraws his fingers. When I feel the head of his cock replace them, I moan in approval and clench down harder on Micah.
"Go easy," Micah warns. "She's tight."
"You don't think I know that?" Sean challenges, but his words don't have any real bite between them. They're cooperating more than they usually do.
"Alright, beautiful. Deep breath," Sean warns me.
When I exhale, his crown pierces me and I cry out in alarm, as much as I want this. He immediately stills to give me time to adjust, his huge hand stroking down my spine.
Oh, fuck. Maybe I'm not quite as experienced as I thought.
"There, easy," he soothes, rubbing gentle circles along the small of my back.
There's magic in his touch, seeping into my body even though I can tell it's not a conscious exchange from either of us.
I relax automatically, drawing him into me a bit more.
"Just relax. I'm not gonna do anything you're not ready for. "
"Just… just need a minute," I pant.
"Take all the time you need," Micah says, pressing a kiss to my cheek. The damaged side. Like it doesn't even occur to him to avoid it.
Before long, I'm squirming again, desperate for more of them even if I'm fuller than I've ever been.
"Fuck," I grit out through my teeth, clenching around them both. "Are you in all the way?"
"Not even halfway, baby," Sean says with a throaty chuckle. "Still think I'm full of myself?"
I groan, enjoying this too much to properly roll my eyes. He has a point, as much as I hate to admit it.
"I didn't think this could feel this good," I admit, my pussy throbbing around Micah's cock inside me as I try to angle myself to take more of Sean.
I can see Micah exchange a look with Sean over my shoulder.
"Everything we do should feel good," Micah says carefully. "This is about your pleasure as much as it is bonding."
"Yeah," Sean agrees, his lips brushing against his mark, making me shiver. "Anyone who's touched you in a way you don't like is gonna get his balls torn off and turned into maracas."
I snort. "As sweet as that is, I could do without the vivid imagery."
"Got it. No talk about anatomically correct instruments," Sean promises, pressing another kiss to the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
"That is not what anatomically correct means," Micah taunts. "Now we know why you failed that anatomy exam."
"I'm not failing this one, am I?" Sean challenges, angling into me in a way that makes me cry out and shudder, as if to prove his point.
Fair enough.
The banter dies down as Micah's thrusts grow more desperate, and I find myself teetering dangerously close to the brink of another orgasm as Sean finally manages to sheath himself in me up to the knot.
"Holy fuck," he groans. "No idea how we're gonna knot our mate's tight little pussy, let alone her ass."
"Training," Killian says through his teeth from somewhere near us, his voice rough with the torture of restraint. "Lots of it."
I'm just going to have to make it up to him.
A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of just what that training might entail. "How would you do that?" I ask, breathless as my fingers comb through Micah's short, smooth hair.