84. Chapter Eighty-Three
Chapter Eighty-Three
Scarlett
Idon’t know how I ever thought I could resist the urge to claim and be claimed by these men.
It’s so crazy to think I lasted a whole day around them without doing much more than kiss Trick.
Now, Kian’s knot is thickening inside me while Trick runs his hands down the front of my body, eyes dark and wide as he watches my lower belly swell.
“I can see your knot,” Trick murmurs, hands moving over my stretched skin.
“You see with your eyes,” Kian teases, letting out a gasp when Trick dips down and runs his sharpened teeth over my skin. “Oh, fuck me. Never mind …”
His knot feels like it’s throbbing inside me while Trick pushes his tongue against my belly, dialling up the intensity for us both.
“It’s like he’s licking me,” Kian murmurs close to my ear, his voice strained.
“Is that a complaint?” I ask, curious.
He makes a soft whimpering sound and I gasp as his hands grasp my hips and he starts to rock into me, pushing his fat knot to rub more tightly against my walls, and against Trick’s teasing licks and scratches.
Trick moves his head back, and Kian’s right hand moves into his hair.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Ki warns.
Trick grins, flashing his fangs, before he moves back in close.
A fresh spark of desire rushes through me.
I put my right hand over Kian’s, keeping it in Trick’s hair while he goes back to teasing us both.
“Oh my fucking God,” Kian groans as he rocks harder.
Every movement is pushing me harder towards an inevitable climax.
I fight the feeling, wanting it to last.
There’s nothing sexier than feeling Kian’s hand tighten in Trick’s hair while he pushes me closer and closer to the edge with his swollen knot.
These two are so fucking perfect for me.
And I get to have them forever.
I gasp as Trick starts to stroke my clit.
He’s still doing what Kian asked, licking me where it feels good for him, but I can’t see what his hands are up to. I can only feel his gentle, teasing touch on my skin.
“Yes,” Kian whispers. “Come for us, Scarlett. Come all over my knot.”
It doesn’t take long for my body to obey his words.
The moan that comes out of me is deep and low.
My walls clench around Kian’s knot, my fingers tangling in Trick’s hair while that euphoric feeling rolls over me, wave after wave crashing over my senses.
It leaves me feeling satisfied, but not fully sated.
I’ve claimed him. I feel that in my heart.
Both of them are mine, already.
But they need to fully claim me, and mark me, before we’re official.
Kian groans and grips my hips a little harder.
Warmth fills me a second later, as his groans get louder.
I let go of Trick, and Kian does the same.
His arms wrap around me from behind as Trick sits back up in front of us.
His eyes are still dark, and his teeth are still sharp.
He reaches out and runs his fingers gently over my clit, making me shiver.
“You’re dripping,” he says, bringing his hand to his mouth.
Clear juices are running through his parted fingers.
He runs his tongue over them slowly, a needy little moan escaping his lips.
“Fucking hell,” Kian murmurs, arms still closed around me. “Let me taste, since it’s my cock that made Scarlett so wet.”
“Fair,” Trick murmurs.
He lifts his hand up to my right shoulder, gaze fixed on me.
I turn my head to see Kian lean forward and suck my juices off Trick’s long fingers.
“Oh …” I murmur, as my heart races and words evade me completely.
Kian chuckles as Trick moves back, bringing his fingers back to his own mouth.
My charming blond mate knew exactly what he was doing.
Trick seems open to doing whatever Kian tells him, so clearly this is a dynamic they’ve had for a while, even if adding spice into the mix is new. It probably helps that Trick is less experienced, though if I didn’t know any better, there’s no way I would have assumed he was a virgin.
“I knew I would be the one to claim you first,” Kian whispers, close to my ear.
“You almost weren’t,” I let him know, thinking about the lake.
I don’t know what might have happened if Trick and I had more time alone there.
I was a bit more uncertain, I guess, but considering how much I’ve been into these guys before we even met, I doubt it would have taken much to sway me from a maybe to a resounding yes.
Another kiss would probably have swung it.
“Almost means nothing,” he scoffs, brushing my hair back with his right hand, while his left keeps me close.
His knot is still swollen inside me, and my pussy is still dripping around the hilt of his cock, leaking the evidence of my arousal down my thighs.
“I’ve known you were meant for us before you even got here, and the second I saw you in the flesh, I knew this moment was coming. I’ve never been so happy to be right about anything.”
He leans in and kisses my throat.
The softness of his touch makes my stomach flutter.
Warm and fuzzy feelings have never been my thing, but these guys bring them out in me.
It’s crazy how he can make that happen while I’m still so turned on and ready to be claimed.
“You should mark me,” I murmur.
It feels like the right moment.
I know this is it now.
My life is changing and I’m ready for that.
I’m ready for them to be my mates.
“Only ask for that if you really mean it.”
Oh, he’s ready, for sure.
I look up at Trick, and he’s gazing at my throat.
He’s beyond ready. I think he would have marked me in the lake, if I’d asked.
“I mean it,” I assure him. “But I want both of you to mark me, at the same time.”
Trick smiles, showing his fangs are still present.
“Left side,” Kian instructs him. “Low on her throat. No hesitation.”
Trick moves in close. He’s taller than Kian, and I doubt he’d be able to mark me while claiming me, but he finds the right place while he’s kneeling in front of us. He presses his lips to that side, giving me a gentle kiss.
“Ready,” Trick says, his voice a dreamy whisper.
Kian kisses me in a similar spot on my right side. “Ready?”
“Mark me.”
There’s no sliver of doubt in my voice. It comes out clear and simple, sounding like a command.
My men don’t hesitate either. They sink their fangs into my skin in the same instant, marking me as their mate for life. Kian starts to rock into me again, and I gasp as I feel the rush of another climax crashing over me. I cry out loudly as I come on his swollen cock for the second time.
Everything slows down as sensation takes me over, leaving me boneless and shaky in the strong arms of the two men I’m claiming as mine, for the rest of our lives.
Kian moves back first, with Trick taking another second to lift his head.
Trick has a sleepy, sated look when he locks eyes with mine now.
He’s loss the urgent intensity he had when he was so desperate to mark me.
He seems much more relaxed when he moves in to kiss me.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss back while Kian waits.
I smile back at Trick when he breaks the kiss.
“So, how does it feel to be mine?” Kian asks.
“Ours,” Trick corrects him quickly.
“It feels right,” I admit. “Like the Fates pulled us together for a reason.”
“They did,” Kian says. “We were made for each other.”
“We were,” Trick agrees.
“Then I guess we should finish claiming each other,” I add, sighing softly when Kian kisses me on the mark he just gave me.