Chapter 21 Heat #2
Aengus remained inside me, his forehead pressed to my collarbone, his breath coming in short, hot bursts against my skin. But I could sense him deflating, which filled me with a raw panic.
“More,” I cried out, whiny with need. “Please more!”
Aengus withdrew, and the loss of him made me gasp—actually gasp, like someone had pulled a warm blanket off me in a blizzard. But before the desperation could fully set in, Diarmuid was there.
Flipping me over. Face pressed into the furs. He fell over me like another blanket—thick, heavily weighted, and pinning me down.
Like sparring. But not like sparring at all.
Instead of silently cursing his name, my wolf whimpered beneath him, loving that I couldn’t move, loving his absolute domination.
One of his large legs moved under my right thigh, lifting it into a 90-degree angle.
Opening my dripping core to the room’s crisp air. Above me, he let out a series of those rattling Predator clicks before thrusting into me with one hard stroke that rocked my body up on the bed.
Diarmuid didn’t start off slow. There was no gentle reassurance.
Pinning me down on the bed with his full crushing weight—a weight I’d cursed during every drill, every sparring match, every time he’d knocked me flat. But now he was taking me with silent, precise, and relentless strokes, each thrust hitting exactly where the heat demanded.
I screamed soundlessly into the fur as the pleasure racked through me.
His hands gripped my hips hard enough that I knew I’d see the marks later, and I didn’t care. My eyes rolled, both my human and wolf awash in the euphoria of being held and taken in the most primal way.
His second, thinner length joined his first, pressing its way into my hungry core and stretching me even wider—with a pulsing action that reached my clit. The combination of fullness and direct stimulation was so intense, my vision actually whited out around the edges.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, not caring if I passed out. “Diarmuid, please don’t stop.”
“We will not stop,” he vowed, his pace turning punishing, his weight bearing down on me until I could feel his heartbeat—or whatever dragons had—pounding against my spine. “We will give you whatever you want. Whatever you need. Always. Stay with us, Reverence. Please.”
My drill sergeant. My tormentor. His desperate plea undid me.
This time the orgasm didn’t fry my brain. It cracked me open.
I came so hard, tears streamed down my face. I was making sounds that weren’t words, weren’t even language, just raw animal noise.
Diarmuid followed me over the edge. I felt the sizzling hot flood of his release inside me, felt his entire body shudder, felt his forehead drop to the space above where my hand was fisting the furs as he made that same half-chuff, half-Predator rattle sound from somewhere deep in his chest.
For a few heartbeats, there was silence. Just our breathing. Just the furs beneath me and Diarmuid’s weight on my back.
“Give her to us. We would not have you crush her.”
Diarmuid lifted off of me, giving me enough room to turn my head in the direction of the voice.
I found Aengus lying there on the bed next to us, head braced on one hand. His second dick writhed underneath his main one. Which was hard again.
“May we kiss you?”
I nodded, and he tugged me over to his side of the bed with only the strength of one arm.
“Are you happy with us?” His lips found my face, and his tongue flicked over the tears I’d sobbed while underneath Diarmuid.
“Five stars!” I somehow managed to choke out. “You guys are, um… insanely good at sex.”
“We had the most amazing teacher.” Diarmuid came up behind me to kiss my neck, sending shivers through me.
Still, a weird jealousy hit at the thought of them with another woman. “Who…?” I started to demand. Before my brain caught up. “Wait, it was past me, wasn’t it?”
“Past yous,” Aengus corrected. His hand delved down to play in the mess they’d made of my sex. “We needed much teaching.”
“Or perhaps we were pretending to be incapable so we could receive more lessons,” Diarmuid suggested. He was already hard again, both dicks swollen against my back. His hands snaked around my body to palm my breasts. “Perhaps we will show you the many things we have learned at our next training.”
I groaned with a pained grimace.
“Do not tease her, Diarmuid,” Aengus chided. “You know training is not a thing she enjoys in any cycle.”
“No, it’s not that…. It’s hurting again…. Already.”
The heat that Aengus and Diarmuid had satiated just a couple of minutes ago came screaming back.
Not a slow rebuild. Not a gentle return. It ripped through my core, as if what they’d just given me had only made my body realize how much more it needed.
I grabbed for both of them. Frantic. Already desperate. Already aching.
“More,” I gasped. “Please, I need…”
“Ssshhh…” Diarmuid said.
“We are here…” Aengus repeated. “Do you trust us?”
For absolutely no reason, I nodded without a second of hesitation.
No words passed between them. But suddenly Diarmuid was lifting my leg, crooking it over one arm and holding it aloft as Aengus guided himself into my soaked sex.
“So good,” I panted, too far gone to care how I looked.
He took my leg from Diarmuid but continued to hold it open. “You honor us,” he said, pressing a soft kiss onto my mouth.
“Breathe, Reverence,” Diarmuid murmured, pressing a soft kiss into the back of my head.
And then something else, not so soft, pushed inside me, too.
Diarmuid’s length joined Aengus’s.
Two of them….
The fullness was beyond anything I could have imagined. The stretch verged on painful as I adjusted to the double invasion.
Two of them, four male works total between them—two inside me, Aengus’s second length pulsed against my clit and Diarmuid’s second twisted into the one hole I’d never imagined being invaded.
I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I couldn’t tell where they ended and I began.
This was the lewdest, most unholy thing that had ever happened to me. And I immediately began to come another time.
Aengus cupped my chin once more, calmly holding my gaze as I fell apart. Meanwhile, Diarmuid continued to palm my breasts, anchoring me to his chest until I was all done shattering.
“You honor us.” Aengus curled my leg over his hip.
“You honor us.” Diarmuid’s arm wrapped around my waist from behind.
Then they began to move. Together. In a rhythm that felt practiced across at least a few hundred cycles.
No more jealousy.
Dories, thank you! I whispered inside my head as a new kind of bliss began to overtake me.
The fifth orgasm built slowly this time. A deep, rolling pressure that started in my core and radiated outward until every part of me was trembling. Aengus whispered “Dorcas,” and Diarmuid whispered “Reverence,” and I came between them with a cry that echoed off the stone walls.
They followed. First Aengus, his head falling forward, his hands tightening on my hips as heat flooded me from below. Then Diarmuid, his arm crushing me into his chest, his groan vibrating through my spine.
We collapsed together. A tangle of limbs and scales and sweat and furs. For one long, quiet moment, I was empty of everything except the feeling of being held by two males who had, in their own broken circle way, been pleasing me for years.
I exhaled.
And then the heat came back.
Again.
I let out a keening noise like a wounded animal as a new, sharper need worked its way through me, even though both Aengus and Diarmuid were spent.
“Give us a wingbeat,” Aengus said. His voice was calm, but his face had taken on a grim shadow.
Without a word, Diarmuid dived between my legs, like a fireman called to duty. His forked tongue snaked out, soothing the ache he wasn’t able to meet so soon after we all came.
“It’s not enough.” The heat rolled through me like something with teeth.
My wolf was going crazy, loudly whining for relief as the heat continued to spill out of me.
“It’s not enough.” I began to sob—then grabbed onto Aengus's flaccid length with one hand, even as I ground my messy core into Diarmuid's mouth with my other hand fisted in his white hair. “Please fuck me! Please fuck me! Please fuck me!” I chanted.
The air in the room changed.
“You will cease this action.”
I raised my eyes to find Orpheus standing at the end of the bed.
Coldly observing me sobbing to be fucked, with one variant’s head buried between my legs.