Chapter Seventeen #2
"Look at me," he breathes, and she obeys.
Their eyes lock, and suddenly she's back in that cell on that bed, and he's killing a man in front of her and then leading her to safety.
His body is pinning her to that tiny nest of blankets in the corner of the workshop.
Then he's pounding into her as his teeth lock around her neck, joining them for life.
She doesn't know what they must feel through the bond, but whatever it is has Luke cursing as his hand tangles into her hair, fisting the bun at the base of her neck to hold her in place. Julius' hand circles her throat in a claiming gesture, and she feels her body relax further in response.
Luke takes advantage, gently breaching the first few inches of her with a shallow, teasing thrust.
She flutters against him, gasping in a breath as the sensation hits her. The scent of her mates floods her nose and her body feels as if it lights up like a firework on a summer evening, causing a wave of slick to ease the way inside her.
With another gentle thrust, Luke breaches another few inches of her sheath before pulling back and thrusting again, dragging the head of his cock against her sensitive walls.
"That's my girl," he grunts. "You're such a good girl for us, Eden. Such a good mate. You have such a perfect little pussy," he moans the last words like a dying man being offered a last sip of water.
His hips begin a gentle rhythm, thrusting into her slowly with long, lazy pulling strokes.
He doesn't bottom out, doesn't force his full length inside her.
She keeps her hand between their bodies, and when she experimentally strokes her clit as he thrusts, her pussy ripples around him and he groans again.
She can feel part of the pulsing length of him that butts against her hand, but he doesn't press further, content with fucking her with as much of him her body will accept.
The release that builds is sweet and quick and it takes him with her when she goes over the edge.
He fills her in hot, rolling waves and the relief that comes is heavy, as if she had been wandering in the desert for forty years and finally was offered a scrap of food.
His arms frame her on either side, cradling her, and then, as if she weighs nothing, he turns them so she is on top of him lying flat against his chest. He grins up at her as he does it, reaching a hand to stroke down her face with adoration pulsing from him, filling her mind with it.
His softening cock slips out of her, but she doesn't feel empty for long.
Tenor's body warms her back, and she feels his length bumping against her backside. He kisses along her shoulder and up her neck to his claiming mark. His hands smooth down her sides to her hips and he tilts them up, angling her to receive him.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're so perfect, so good for us," he breathes. "You saved us, Eden."
The adoration in his voice is too much. Too intimate. Too tender. She hides her face into Luke's neck, and she can hear the smiles in their voices as they continue to praise her, their words blending into each other as Tenor eases his cock inside her.
"Perfect mate," their voices rumble. "Such a good girl." "We're going to keep you forever." "We're always going to keep you safe, I promise."
She can feel Luke's cum leaking out of her as he thrusts deeper, dripping onto the cock below her, but it doesn't seem to bother either of them.
Tenor's movements are as tentative and gentle as Luke's, the angle sending him deeper. She whines, tilting her hips back in a wordless request.
"We'll give you what you need, my love," Tenor says, his voice soft as he sets a steady rhythm. But it isn't the desperate, frantic, slightly feral claiming she has become so accustomed to. She can feel their love with every movement of their bodies, as if they are drowning her with it.
She peeks to the side, her face still hidden in Luke's neck with her ass in the air. Julius is laying next to them, watching Tenor fuck her with a small smile on his face as his hand languidly strokes his cock. When he catches her peeking at him, he grins.
"Is he taking good care of you, baby? How does your alpha's cock feel in that sweet pussy?"
She tries to hide her face again, but he stops her with a fist in her hair.
"When your alpha asks you a question, you answer it, Eden."
The sound of her name on his lips makes her shudder and Tenor groans in response as she grips him. Usually they called her baby, sweetheart, mate... but hearing her name from him was somehow even better. She can see him filing away her response.
"It feels so good," she says, unable to meet his eyes, a blush on her face. Even now, after everything, she still blushed. She couldn't help it.
"Look at me when you answer," he commands.
She forces her eyes to meet his. "It feels good," she squeaks out, and then her eyes flutter shut again as Tenor thrusts harder into her.
"Adjectives, baby," Tenor croons at her from behind. "I need adjectives. Is it big? Is it pulsing? Is it–"
She can hear the grin in his voice.
"It's perfect," she whines. "Please, I need more." Her eyes meet Julius' again in what feels like a herculean effort. "I-I want to taste you."
They had never done that outside of their rut, and that was hardly a blow job. It had been more like they were using her throat as a spare hole when it wasn't their turn to fuck her.
Tenor's hips stutter behind her at her words.
Julius' face shows shock just for a moment before his eyes darken.
He has his cock in his fist in moments, and then they're rearranging Eden's body just like they did during their rut, positioning her just so, their hands moving together like a well-oiled machine.
"Good girl," he purrs for her. "Such a good mate. Open up for me."
Julius' hand grips his cock at the base, guiding the tip towards her. He doesn't nudge his way inside until she opens her mouth for him in invitation, her tongue yearning to taste the bead of precum at his tip.
"Fuck," he breathes. "I love you." His hand cups her head, holding her hair back for her. "I love you so fucking much, Eden."
His cock nudges deeper towards her throat, slotting it into the warm recesses of her mouth. He doesn't force it any deeper than the tip, every movement steeped with reverence to the point of worship, as if he might kneel at the altar of her.
He thrusts shallowly as she seals her mouth around the ridged head, sucking at the ridged head, seeking more of his salty flavour.
The feel of him in her mouth with Luke's scent below her and Tenor's cock stretching her wide brings on another wave of pleasure. The whine of pleasure that escapes her mouth makes Julius' cock jump against her tongue.
"I'm going to cum, sweetheart," she can hear him saying, warning her, as if she might not want his cum in her mouth.
The thought is laughable. She wants to be drenched in them, every cell overflowing with them. She sucks harder, demanding it, and he delivers, choking out a moan as he spills himself on her tongue, finally sating her thirst and soothing an ache that has torn at her for weeks.
Tenor's hips stutter, and she feels his seed filling her as well. She cannot fight the heavy wave of peace that takes her then, doesn't want to. All she needs is here, and she will be safe now that they are here. She never has to worry about anything ever again.
She feels hands moving her as she sleeps, but the rumbling purrs and familiarity of their bodies sends her even deeper into her slumber. Wherever they were going to take her, whatever they were going to do with her, she knew she was safe. For the first time in weeks, she sleeps deeply.