Chapter 27 #2
Tate chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, princess. It’ll fit.”
Even nervous about the size of him, my core throbbed to feel him inside of me. The curiosity about what it would feel like, how he’d stretch me, the way those barbells would rub along the inside of me.
I let out a small, desperate sound.
“Patience, princess.” Tate slid the tip of him up and down my slit, coating himself with my release from earlier. Just the tip pressed inside, making me gasp at the pressure. “Shit, you’re so tight.”
Then Tate froze, his eyes wide, looking over my shoulder.
“I should have asked, I didn’t think about it.” Tate shook his head, breathing heavily. “But you’ve done this before right?”
I let out a breathless laugh, head falling back against Kyren’s chest. “This?” I nodded between the two of them. “No. Sex. Yes. Once.” I said the words quickly, looking anywhere but at him.
Tate cursed as he pulled back. “And I’m guessing that means you’re not on birth control.”
Brow arching, I gave him a sardonic look. “What do you think?”
“Shit.” Tate shifted back and reached for his pants. Grabbing his wallet, he pulled out a condom and slowly put it on covering each barbell carefully. Then he was back between my legs, fingers finding my clit suddenly.
I groaned and twisted in Kyren’s hold. “Tate!”
“It’s okay, princess.” Tate leaned over me, his lips brushing my chin. “We just need to make sure you’re good and wet for me. Wouldn’t want to damage this pretty pussy, now would we?”
Kyren’s mouth pressed along the back of my neck, his hips shifting against my back, a small gasp breathing into my ear. Was he getting off on this?
The idea of Kyren getting off on Tate touching me didn’t weird me out. Strangely, it only made me want Tate to hurry up already.
“Tate, please,” I groaned, need burning through my every vein, my walls squeezing around nothing in protest.
“Almost, baby.” He shifted, pressing his tip to my entrance. I tried to lift my hips and force him further inside. Tate chuckled and pushed my hips down. “A hand here, Kyren.”
Shadows wrapped around my waist, pinning me to Kyren as Tate tortured me with slow, shallow thrusts. Each push forward brought a stretch and an uncomfortable burn that Tate rubbed away with his thumb on my clit.
Tate wasn’t holding up any better than me. Sweat trickled down his brow, his face pinched in concentration. No doubt the need to thrust deeper caused the strain. While frustrating, the patience and time he was taking to keep from hurting me and making sure that I enjoyed it really touched me.
It all got more intense when the first barbell bumped against me.
“They feel so much better without the condom,” Tate breathed, pressing in until the first one popped past my entrance.
“And as much as I want to fill your pussy up with my cum.” He thrust, another barbell pressed into me, making me gasp.
“Make your belly swell my child.” Another inch, another barbell.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Kyren, you have no idea.” He rocked in and out of me until, finally, he was able to sink completely inside.
Kyren’s hands tightened around my breasts, grunting in my ear. “Does he feel good?”
I nodded.
“Use your words,” Kyren’s murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck. “How does it feel?”
Tate found a pace that had me seeing stars. Kyren’s words were lost in the mix. My eyes widened, and I choked on my breath.
“Better tell him, princess.” Tate grunted, hands on my hips as he moved in long deep strokes. “Kyren can get merciless when denied.”
“He’s not wrong, la mía.” His fangs scrapped along my pulse point. His voice murmured things in Spanish my rudimentary knowledge couldn’t comprehend.
My fingers found Kyren’s hair, curling through the strands, holding him like a lifeline as Tate pounded into me, shoving me back against Kyren again and again, his length rubbing between my ass cheeks.
“Jack,” Kyren groaned. “Tell me.”
My eyes squeezed shut, trying to think of the words to describe what I was feeling. “So good. Full. Ah. Mm.” Tate leaned down and wrapped his tongue around my nipple, making me cry out. “Fuck. Yes. Please. I’m so…”
Without warning, Kyren’s hand wrapped around my throat, tipping my head to the side so his fangs could sink into my neck. The pain was enough to send me over the edge.
I screamed, legs trembling as I tried to move away from Tate, the feel of him rubbing a spot inside of me over and over becoming too much to handle. Kyren’s legs held me open, his shadows held me down, and his hands helped Tate attack my breasts with renewed fever.
Tate’s mouth ripped away from my chest, his mouth crashing to mine as his thrusts stuttered.
He released me with a groan, his head dipping to catch Kyren’s mouth.
Liquid dripped between my legs and down my neck.
With my head still reeling, I couldn’t find the neurons to care what was leaking out of me right then.
When I finally regained control of my senses and breathing, I groaned and shifted beneath Tate, who pulled back with a quick kiss on the edge of my lips.
“Stay put, I’ll be right back.” Tate removed the condom and threw his pants on before the door shut soundly behind him.
I hmphed. “No problem.”
Kyren’s shadows released me, and his legs lowering, easing the strain on my limbs. I shifted and frowned, feeling a damp spot on my lower back. My head whipped to the side, eyes meeting Kyren’s. “Did you…?”
His hand cupped my cheek, brushing his lips against mine. “I could cum just from the taste of you.”
At his words, I touched my throat. “You bit me.”
“My apologies. Heat of the moment.”
“No, I…” I paused, surveying how I felt. “It’s okay. I mean, I—I liked it.”
Kyren hummed, brushing my hair from my face. He shifted out from under me, placing a pillow beneath my head. Tate reappeared, wash cloth in hand.
“Let it be known that, if I hadn’t been wearing a condom, I wouldn’t even bother cleaning this up.” He stroked the cloth between my folds, moving gently when I winced. He pressed a kiss to my lower stomach and grinned up at me. “I’d stuff you full of my cum so everyone knew who you belonged to.”
His words would have been creepy to a regular human who didn’t know about vampires and werewolf. But, as someone in the know, it was sort of sweet. The letterman’s jacket of the supernatural in a very… intimate way.
The two of them crawled up next to me and drew the covers up around us.
This time, I fell asleep pressed between the two of them, I felt safe and wanted, and there was not a nightmare to be found.