Chapter 30
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“Then we should do it again.”
“Holy fuck,” I pushed into Zion’s head as our first maul drew Bell to him for another kiss. “Suddenly, Vik’s our words guy.”
“Indeed, how enviable. I’ve never come up with a rejoinder that ingenious in my life,” Zion answered with no jealousy whatsoever emanating from his side of the bond—only genuine delight.
He was even happier than I was that Bell finally seemed to see what we knew was fueling all Vik’s actions when it came to her.
“Uh, so, what does this mean for next steps on Operation Sugar Cookie?”
It was kind of weird not to have Vik in our heads, calling out all the shots like he’d done for the evening walks. But every ounce of his attention was rightfully focused on our mate.
“I imagine, after they’re done kissing, we’ll regroup and brainstorm ways to help him not only maintain but also advance this goodwill,” Zion answered. “Making out is an excellent advancement. But we’ll want him to get to an intimacy level on par with ours if we wish to create a true maul dynamic.”
“Yeah, good idea,” I agreed with a nod. “Just as soon as they’re done….”
Thing was, it didn’t look like they were going to finish anytime soon.
The second kiss started off like the first one—sweet as those sugar cookies Vik set out in the middle of the table when we’d gathered at his place for the emergency meeting about that insecurity tripwire I’d accidentally set off in Bell.
But then it turned.
Bell’s familiar arousal scent flared, and that sweet kiss started getting punctuated by needy little whimpers that made Vik’s cock harden to steel.
Which meant mine and Zion’s did, too.
I knew what I’d do if I was in this situation, but I’d already gotten chewed out for pushing Bell too far without talking her through it.
Vik’s mind flared with panic when she pressed her little body into his erection, standing on her tiptoes, trying to get it closer to her center. He’d been so deep in the shithouse with Bell, it hadn’t even occurred to him to have a protocol other than “hold my bear down” when it came to her.
“Perhaps offer to heighten the experience with further play,” Zion suggested to our first maul. “But only if she’s ready.”
Reluctance flared from Vik’s side of the bond, and I couldn’t blame him. Stopping to talk was the last thing a guy wanted to do while kissing Bell.
But it had to be done. He didn’t want to fuck this up, like I did earlier.
He pulled out of the kiss.
But before he could get a word out, Bell said, “I want you. I want you inside me.”
All three of us gaped at her, most of all Vik.
“Are you… sure?” Vik asked, voice close to shaking. Dude had a protocol for just about everything, but his confusion and uncertainty flooded over the bond.
“Yes! Yes!” Bell answered.
To our surprise, she stepped back, and instead of running, she held her first maul’s gaze while she stripped out of every inch of her clothing, even the slip-on canvas shoes. Filling up the room with the smell of her sugar cookie pussy.
The last time I’d seen her fully unclothed, she’d been recovering from what that bastard ex had done to her.
But now she stood before her maul. Naked and bold as the sun of a new day. Still a little too thin because she was always forgetting to eat, but working on a few curves around her hips and waist.
“I’m so sick of trying to fight this attraction,” she whispered to Vik. “Of trying to fight myself. I just want to give in. Please just fuck me. Please?”
She did not have to say please.
One beat. Two.
Then our most reserved maul member lost his goddamn mind.
No more Mr. Nice Mountie. His eyes blazed to glowing gold as he flipped their positions, and then her ass was on the table, and the only thing keeping Bell from getting knocked back by the force of his hungry kiss was our first maul’s hands braced on either side of her as he ground himself between her legs.
Vik made harsh sounds against her lips, heavy grunts that made him come off like more animal than man.
But Bell seemed to like his primal side. More of those sweet little whimpers came out of her as she yanked at Vik’s belt buckle, doing what needed to get done to reach her prize for being bold.
“Well, this is progressing a bit quicker than expected,” Zion said, getting up from his seat. He jogged toward the stairs that led to Vik’s bedroom, on a necessary mission.
Meanwhile, Vik kissed down Bell’s neck, then her collarbone, before sucking one of her small breasts into his mouth.
Bell’s hands fell away from his belt buckle, and she made a sound that went straight to both our dicks.
And that made Vik have to do something about his cock locked behind his jeans. He’d been trying to keep it trapped in there as long as possible. But it hurt to be this hard for the woman who’d said she wanted him.
Who chose him first to go inside.
He still couldn’t believe it.
“Tell me you’re sure,” Vik said as he undid his jeans.
“I’m sure,” Bell panted, pressing kisses into his collarbone, too. “I want this. I want you.”
Then, instead of waiting for him to believe her, she reached into his jeans and pulled him out with her own hands.
And there it was.
Vik’s wasn’t a fucking log of sausage, like mine, or as long as Zion’s. But he was thick enough and leaking at the tip of his respectable amount of inches.
Bell’s eyes widened, and a small burst of fear cut through her sweet scent.
Vik caught it instantly.
He stilled, met her gaze.
“Tell me you’re sure again,” he commanded, even as his voice vibrated with nerves. “Look at me and tell me you want this.”
She looked at him. “It’s intimidating, but beautiful,” she told him sincerely. “I might draw it after we’re done, and yes, I want it inside of me.”
“Bell…” Vik’s voice went a little sideways. It was all he could do to hold himself back, but Zion hadn’t returned yet. “Z…” he growled over the three-way bond.
“Almost there!” Right on cue, Zion came running down the stairs with a bottle of lube in his hands.
Lucky for Vik because he could no longer talk because his teeth were gritted so hard to keep down his bear.
“Bell, sweetheart, Ravik has no desire to hurt you, so lube is a necessary step,” Zion said, taking over in a way that made me understand why his father assumed he’d make a great doctor. “Ravik’s going to need to insert his fingers inside of you first, to prepare you….”
Another small spike of fear. This was no longer hypothetical. Something was about to go inside of her.
To my surprise, instead of answering Zion, she reached her hand out.
To me. The first person who’d touched her after her piece-of-shit ex.
I reached across the table, took her hand. And no, I wasn’t a words guy like Zion.
But somehow I knew what she needed to hear.
“Bravest girl I know,” I reminded her.
Bell swallowed. Nodded.
Vik’s hands slid between her thighs. He used the lube like he was handling something precious, touching her slowly, carefully, watching her face like it was a map.
Bell’s breath hitched. Her scent flared again—sugar and heat and wetness, so strong it made my teeth ache.
Vik pressed one finger in.
Bell gasped, fingers clenching around mine.
“Look at me,” Vik said. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I don’t,” Bell whispered, voice shaking. “Don’t stop. It feels good.”
Vik added another finger, stretching her with patient care, but also rubbing his thumb over that sensitive little nub. Showing her he was good with his hands, too.
Until her breaths started coming out quicker and quicker. The bond carrying every little sound she made straight into my skull, along with the wet sensation of her tunnel contracting around his fingers.
Fuck. Now I was so hard, it hurt.
I didn’t let her hand go, but my other fingers moved down to my cargo shorts, squeezing to give myself some relief.
She was ready.
Vik withdrew his hand, but had to ask one more time. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Bell said, and this time there was no spark of fear in her scent. “I want you inside. Please.”
“You’re sure,” he echoed, pressing his forehead into hers. “You’re sure you want me to go first?”
“Yes.” Finally, she let my hand go. She brought hers up to jab her index finger into her first maul’s chest, like she was physically pointing out her choice from a prize carousel. “I want you. I want you. I want you.”
There was a good chance she’d never let us turn her into a bear. We’d talked about that from the start, how we might never get invited into her head.
Too bad. Bell would never know how much her choosing him meant to Vik. How she filled up his entire chest with a light he’d never known when she doubled down on her choice.
Vik made a sound like a man breaking.
Then he lined himself up, and no more asking if she was sure…. He slid inside her with one hard claiming thrust.
Holy fuck, she felt good wrapped around her first maul’s dick.
Even calm AF Zion fell back into his chair because his knees went weak on the third-party setting of getting to be inside Bell.
Vik took a moment. Then knocked his lips into her face a couple of times before he captured her mouth and started moving inside her with deep, rolling thrusts that made Bell groan into his kiss as her scent flared so sweet I could taste it in my mouth.
I had to brace my hands on the table, breathing hard through my nose.
But I was so damn grateful.
I knew, knew we were going to have to work up to my damn log.
But Vik was just right for Bell’s first time with one of us. He gave her what she needed. Without fear. Without pain.
Bell’s moans filled the room, along with her scent, and her head fell back from the kiss, lolling with pleasure.
But Vik wasn’t having it.
“Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough. “I want to see you…. I want to see you when you come apart on your first maul’s cock.”
Bell did as commanded and met his gaze. Only for her eyes to suddenly flare wide with awe.
“Ravik.” Bell’s voice broke. “Ravik, I’m going to—”
She cut off on one shaky breath, then came all over his just-right dick, milking him in her perfect grip.
Something in Vik snapped.
His eyes went full glow. Bear so close, Zion had to jump up to do his second maul duty for the first time ever. He slapped his hand over Vik’s mouth to stop our first maul from biting her.
Luckily, Bell was too far gone—eyes closed as her whole body shuddered—to notice.
Vik wrestled his bear down, and Zion took away his hand as our first maul fucked our mate even harder through her orgasm, pushing into her clenching pussy with the unreasonable but understandable desire to crawl inside of her.
Only Zion’s quiet warning about not lying on top of her kept Vik from putting her fully back on the table so he could cover her body and fuck her like a caveman.
Bell was his. She’d let him claim her. And he could not take that shit in stride.
His strokes became unmeasured and sloppy to the point she had to cling to him as the table rattled underneath his frantic thrusts.
But then...
He stopped. Just stopped.
A wave of bone-deep tenderness washed over him, right before he flooded into her.
I felt his release. But not like it was my own this time.
This claim belonged to him and her. Them alone.
And when it was finally done, they collapsed into each other, like prize fighters who’d made it through every round.
Still, in the aftermath of that, all three of us were breathing hard.
Until Bell stiffened and leaned back from the first maul she’d been clinging to right before he came.
That yanked all of us down from Vik’s cloud nine.
Because after—that was always when the demons came for her.
But then she just looked at him softly and whispered, “Thank you.”
Fuck. Vik was as stoic as they came. But his throat clogged. Because he wasn’t used to this.
Getting the exact words he wanted to hear from her.
And giving them back.
“Thank you,” he answered.
And this time, there was no misunderstanding about what either of them meant.
But that didn’t mean things didn’t get awkward.
“Wow, I can’t believe that just happened.” Bell’s voice came out breathy, small. Her eyes nervously darted to Zion, then me, on either side of the table she’d just gotten claimed on top of. “That I did that with the both of you watching.”
“Watching and feeling.” Zion’s voice came out like dark honey. “Brava, sweetheart.”
“That was so fucking hot, sugar.” I grinned back at her. Shameless as hell. And looking forward to what came next.
So was Zion, whose side of the maul bond was no longer completely free of jealous thoughts.
His brown gaze darkened on her. “Quite the show, sweetheart.”
Then he stood up, gaze locked on Bell like she was something his bear was hunting.
“I believe the second act belongs to me.”