Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Lark
Rafe’s chest rattles with a low, ungodly growl. This is only the second time I’ve heard it—both were today. This place is affecting him, dragging something feral to the surface, the same way my wolf claws at me.
Her pheromones hang thick in the air, clinging to my skin, sinking into my blood. My cock is hard, aching to be inside her, but I know what is coming, how the craving never lets up.
I can feel the silent watchers, a dozen of them, maybe more—sick bastards. They represent a threat, yet I still can’t stop wanting her.
“I’m not one to believe in fate or destiny,” I say softly, “but she has ever been drawn to this place.”
Rafe nods, his expression taut.
She shivers between us, trembling as her heat consumes her fast.
Rafe pins me with a sharp, hollow look. “We need to fuck her. We need to tend her. If we don’t, they’ll take her from us.”
Her whimper slices straight through my conflict.
Rafe’s expression darkens—the time for hesitation is over. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Let’s get these clothes that are bothering you out of the way, hmm?”
He works from her collar downward, the buttons coming undone one by one. She huffs, impatient, an adorable growl catching in her throat as she tries to help and only hinders what Rafe does.
I slide my hands down over her shoulders and down her arms until I catch her wrists behind her back. Pinned. Trembling. Ours. “Ah, ah. You don’t interfere.”
She jerks against my hold, and a cloud of her fresh arousal blooms. I know what she likes.
I’ve tended her enough times, felt her body moving under mine, and her arousal.
A faint purr emanates from my chest. I only ever purr when she’s in heat.
Sometimes it soothes her, and other times it makes her needy.
As her last button comes free, Rafe pushes her shirt over her shoulders until it catches at her wrists, which I still hold. The band she uses to cover her breasts for riding and travel comes free next, whispering down her body to fall at her feet.
He cups her tits, squeezing them lightly and pushing her back into me.
The back of her head drops against my chest. Her head twists, and her eyes lift to meet mine.
Her lips part as Rafe fondles and plays with her tits, pinching her nipples almost cruelly, the way she craves and likes.
My mouth slants over hers. My tongue slips inside, tasting her.
I groan. Gods, I have missed this intimacy. It feels like forever between each heat, and then it ends, and she forgets us.
She didn’t forget us this time, did she? She remembered.
Will she remember afterward?
I pray she does. Maybe that makes me selfish, to want a forever place in her heart.
Our lips move instinctively, invoking the memory of many shared kisses. Our lovemaking has a pattern, a shape. It feels as though a thousand lifetimes stretch behind us, and a thousand more lie ahead of us—an infinite timeline that transcends ages and eons.
I grind my cock into her soft ass. Rafe’s lips are on her breasts now, and she moans into my mouth.
I kiss up her cries, her wrists still clasped within my hand.
My other hand moves to cup her throat, my fingers against the side of her cheek and thumb under her chin, gentle, coaxing.
The other occupants of the room fade away.
Rafe’s kisses move lower, and he drops to his knees.
Her boots are off. Her serviceable riding pants are ripped down and tossed away.
I know what he’s going to do, what he has done many times.
Her slim thigh goes over his right shoulder.
My arm moves to her waist, holding her. He grasps the other leg, putting it over his left shoulder, and his mouth is on her pussy.
He groans.
I can almost taste her sweet, juicy cunt, and it leaves my dick hard and straining behind my pants. The deep rumbling noises he makes as he eats her out mix with her cries of pleasure, making me hard as fuck.
He’s already lost in her. Needs to get her off fast. And she’s getting there, her breathing turning choppy, then catching in her throat as her body locks. I tighten my hold and pinch her nipple, squeezing it roughly as she climaxes, thrashing and crying out her pleasure.
My dick is fucking primed. The top of my head is about to blow off.
He lifts his head and nips her inner thigh, and then he disentangles her legs and lowers her feet to the fur-covered floor.
His eyes slide to where the nesting material is piled high at the side of the pit. She has never nested before—not once—always in denial about what was happening. Sometimes, finding a place with some level of privacy was the best we could do. But here, they have provided bountiful supplies.
Rafe rises to his feet. I release her slowly. Her legs give out, and she sinks to her knees, reaching for the buckle of his pants. He grasps her fingers and draws them gently off.
“Nest,” he says.
She shakes her head.
“Rafe,” I caution.
He pins me with a dark glare before he turns it upon Violet.
“Nest!” He takes her wrist and drags her across to where the pile of nesting material waits.
I wince. She is like a little feral thing, kicking and trying to scratch him…
trying to snag his buckle again… she has a one-track mind at such times.
Trying to divert her from cock when she has her heart set upon it rarely ends well.
“Nest,” he barks, releasing her.
She hisses at him. Then, defiance in every curve of her perfect body, she turns, dropping to her hands and knees and pushing her ass up in the air.
His palm is sharp as it lands against her ass cheek. “Nest!”
She tosses a look over her shoulder that is fury and lust.
My breathing has turned ragged at some point during this exchange. Gods, she is a test. “Maybe she doesn’t—”
Rafe silences me with another glare before his palm comes down against her ass again, fast and sharp, one side and then the other. She pushes up into the spanks, her back arched, her head tipped back, and welcoming every clap of his hand.
“Nest, damn it,” he growls, quickening the tempo, making a pink stain bloom against her perfect skin.
Fuck! My balls draw tight. I’m so fucking close, I might climax in my damn pants.
A sob breaks from her lips. She dodges the next blow and reaches for a soft pelt.
He stands straight again, his chest heaving, waiting to see what she will do.
She rocks back onto her heels, her eyes daring both of us to interfere.
Not a chance. I strip out of my clothes, tossing them aside. Rafe does the same. Both of us riveted as she takes the pelt and rubs it against her cheek, over her throat, between her breasts, over her belly, before—her eyes blazing with pure defiance—she wipes it between her thighs.
It glistens when it comes away, coated in her slick.
I feast greedy eyes on her beautiful naked body as she slowly—taunting us with every piece she puts in place—makes her first nest.
Rafe
She makes a nest. Her first ever nest. Pride fills me until it overflows. This is what she has always needed: finally acknowledging her omega side. But now I sense the nest is done, and she is toying with us, playing at shuffling the soft furs and blankets.
I drop to my knees. She doesn’t hesitate to present, her head down and her ass up, her body shuddering with need. I line up and sink into her hot, clenching pussy. Her moan is full of hunger.
My hips jerk. My fingers sink into the soft flesh of her hips, gripping tightly as I pound into her.
Lark drops down in front of her. Her eager little mouth latches onto his cock, sucking him off.
“Gods,” he says gruffly. “I’d forgotten how it is.”
Sweat breaks out across my skin. I’m taking her roughly—brutally.
She only cants her ass and pushes back for more.
The need to climax is like a fever racing through my blood.
My balls are tight and heavy. The sticky clapping sounds of my penetration and the low grunts and growls of pleasure present a debauched symphony.
And I still cannot come.
All I can do is fuck into her over and over again.
Lark’s groan carries deep frustration. The worst part is knowing this is only the beginning; relief is short-lived and infrequent, and after, the hunger will be twice as strong.
None of this knowledge stops me from reaching for the ultimate goal—to fill her needy cunt, to seed her, maybe this time to finally breed her.
My pounding strokes never falter. Sweat trickles down the center of my chest and drips onto the nest. She sucks greedily at Lark’s cock, his hips thrusting forward, pushing deep into her throat.
My mind spirals, the base of my spine tingles, and my climax hangs painfully on my periphery. My grip tightens. I’m so fucking close. The need to come in her, to fill her, is an imperative.
My chest heaves, ejecting ragged pants. My pace quickens, and my muscles burn with the strain, cramping in my belly, thighs, and ass… my arms shake where I hold her.
So. Fucking. Close.
“Ah, fuck!” Lark’s heavy exhale and the erratic jerk of his hips tell me he is coming down her throat.
The vision of her gulping over his length triggers me, and finally, I release.
My climax goes on and on and on. My hips move erratically, pumping into her, filling her. Fucking her deeply. Every muscle in my body is quaking uncontrollably when I finally pull out with a snarl of frustration.
She drops down in a sweaty, limp mess, but her glassy eyes latch onto my cock, still hard and leaking fresh seed.
The agony of need is absolute, and the hunger shining on her face only ramps that up.
Then she is on me, her nails raking my belly and her hot mouth on my cock. I grunt and fist her hair to hold it out of the way. Watching her suck me is merely a different form of erotic hell.
Lark takes a position behind her and, with a low rumble, begins to plow her.
There is no relief. Coming merely heralds greater agony and greater need. Distantly, I am aware that we are being watched, but that is beyond the three of us and this burning hunger that drives me to mount her again the moment Lark reaches his second agonizing climax.
And so it begins.
Lark
Our seed is all over her, smothering her body and filling her soft cunt. Every muscle in my body is shaking uncontrollably, but the moment I collapse to the nest, her nails rake me, and her teeth sink into my throat, rousing me to her need.
I taste blood like an echo of mine on her lips.
She grasps my wrist, guiding my fingers between her spread legs.
“Please, Lark. Please,” she whispers against my throat.
I thrust three fingers inside, penetrating her easily. She’s so open, dilated.
We are not alphas and cannot knot her, nor can we give her the relief she craves. A part of me wants to shy away from what must be done.
“Do it,” Rafe says, sensing my resistance and the warring emotions that grip me every time. “Give our princess what she needs.”
We share a look. I nod. He hooks his arms around her waist and drags her back against his chest, holding her still.
Positioning myself between her spread legs, I slide three fingers up inside her. Fuck, just seeing how open she is, has my raw dick jerking and twitching, desperate to fill her again.
It won’t do any good. She needs to be knotted… or something as close as we can get.
As I work a fourth finger inside her slick pussy, her hips lift. I palm her belly, pinning her to the furs.
“Lie there and take it like a good girl,” Rafe says. “You know you need Lark all up inside you, stretching your cunt out.” He captures her chin, turning her to face him so he can plunder her mouth.
I direct my gaze back to her sopping cunt, fold my thumb in, and push, feeling her body give. Gods, it’s obscene, compelling. The most deeply erotic experience I have known in my life.
She tries to jerk again, but I’m holding her still. “Good girl,” I say, encouragingly.
Rafe is still kissing her, toying with her nipple. Her breasts are covered in little marks where we have sucked hard against her flesh. Claiming marks, my wolf tells me.
But I do not linger there, nor on the satisfaction of marking her as ours in front of them, for I am transfixed by the image of my fingers and folded thumb moving slowly in and out of her.
Her walls grip me lovingly with every stroke. She’s such a tiny little thing. I cannot comprehend how she takes me, and yet she has and does.
Their breathing is ragged as Rafe lifts his lips from hers. “Look at what he does to you, princess. Look how Lark opens you up, how you crave it. Can you feel him inside you? Do you need more?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Please. Oh, it’s going to feel so good.”
As my knuckles slide past her entrance, I carefully—oh so carefully—curl my fingers over one at a time until I make a fist.
Her breathing is loud in the quiet room. She flutters over my fingers, close. I’m hyper-aware of where we are, of what we do… how her low moan rises.
“Goddess,” she cries.
I rock my hand the tiniest amount, in and out, and that’s all it takes.
Her walls clench over me in deep contractions, gripping my fist. I am inside her, all the way to my wrist. It should horrify me. It does not. My balls tighten of their own accord as her climax splinters into a high keening wail of pleasure.
I come all over the nest, helpless to the call.
Violet
I am lost in a hazy underworld, aware of nothing but the two men with me.
Rafe, holding me. Lark is inside me. I cannot snatch my eyes away from the sight before me.
It melds with other visions of the same.
This is what they have done every time. Always Rafe holding me, always Lark with his hand inside me, his whole hand, the little in-and-out motions that generate cataclysmic pleasure.
The feeling of fullness and connection is overwhelming. It is both terrifying and compelling.
I feel cherished.
Ruined.
Safe.
My body tingles all over. Even the follicles of my hair seem to spark with pleasure. Sweat bathes the surface of my skin, and my tremors turn into a sharper climax that swallows the whole of me.
I scream.
Too much pleasure. It frazzles the last of my control, and my body cuts out into a twitching, gibbering mess.
Only he is still inside me, and my pussy, bent upon snatching every drop of ecstasy, clenches over him again.
“Take a nice deep breath,” Rafe coaches.
I thrash and shake my head.
“Good girl. You can do it. Deep breath in and let it out.”
My breathing is erratic. The stimulation is too much to bear.
“That’s our precious girl. You can do this for us. Just try.”
I manage to suck in a deep breath. And then I let it out.
Lark’s fist slips from inside me, and I shudder through another weaker climax, utterly spent.
“Gods, she’s so open,” Lark says weakly. “Fuck, fuck!”
He sinks inside me, and it feels strange—too little and too much all at once.
Then he begins to move and I forget everything and feel.