EPILOGUE 2 #3
Except a moment later, when my entire body jerks at the familiar touch of Ezla’s tongue to the dripping slit in the head of my cock, she finally sends those blessed words down the bond:
You have both done exceptionally well. Do you think you deserve your reward now?
On reflex, I almost shout yes to the motherfucking high heavens.
But I catch myself just in time.
Chest heaving, my breathing is so ragged and rapid that I can hardly hear myself think, but that damn well sounds like a trick question to me. And so I go with the safer option and pant out, “Whatever you want, HC. I deserve whatever you want to give me.”
Struggling for breath the same as me, Scotty says, “We’re yours, Ezla. You decide what happens to us.”
Glee floods the bond, and my cock pulses painfully. “Good boys,” she coos, and my dick bloody jumps at that, too.
She has me wrapped around her little finger, and I’m not at all complaining.
Humming, she muses, “I do not think you will have much energy for what I would like with you having been in this position for so long and your constant denied orgasms, but that is fine—you can simply lie either side of me.”
Relief blows through me as she reaches up to uncuff me, and I almost crush her beneath me the moment I’m free, unable to immediately hold my body weight.
Fucking hell, I hurt all over the place.
And yet despite the aches and pains covering every inch of my body, the greatest one is the overwhelming need for intimacy, to be connected to my Bonded and pleasure her.
Holding my weight up while I struggle with the rest, Vengeance smooths a hand over my damp hair, and I swear I can feel myself falling even deeper in love.
After she’s given me a couple minutes to recollect myself, she lets go of me with an instruction to go lie down on my side on our bed, and I drag my sore body over to it without complaint. Scotty receives the exact same treatment once he’s freed, and then he’s dumping himself down opposite me.
Despite our joined exhaustion, our hands snatch Ezla up the moment she settles herself between us.
“Lube,” she says, smirking at me over her shoulder as she hands me the bottle.
“Thanks, HC,” I murmur with a kiss to her satin-smooth shoulder, taking a moment to inhale her hot-cinnamon scent before I pop the lid up.
While I prepare myself, gritting my teeth as I rub my hand over my sensitive-as-fuck cock, Scotty gets into position with Ezla, his hand swallowing her thigh as he pulls it over his hip.
Their synchronised moans alert me to the moment he sinks inside of her, and I toss the bottle of lube behind me when I’m done with it before grabbing my shaft and pressing the head of my cock to her back hole.
“I’m not gonna be able to hold back, Vengeance,” I warn lowly. “I’m not going to last at all.”
“That is perfectly fine. I want your cum.”
Swallowing, I take a deep breath, exhaling it all on a long, deep moan when I push my hips forwards.
One hand slides over her waist to press my palm against her stomach as I seat myself inside of her ass, and when delight zaps through her, I realise I’m probably making Scotty feel even more prominent at her front with the pressure.
“Yeah? You want us to fuck our cum into you, Vengeance?”
Humming out her yes, she clenches, and Scotty lets out a quiet grunt as he and I start to move.
In silent communication, I briefly lock eyes with him, and he brings his hand between their bodies to play with her clit while we make sure our thrusts are in sync, just how our Bonded likes it.
“Does that feel good, Love?” he murmurs.
In response, we receive another quiet sound of pleasure, and Scotty rubs her little nub faster, both of us upping the pumping of our hips.
Sliding my right arm between her and the silk-covered mattress, I replace my right palm with my left on her abdomen to keep that pressure there while my freed hand slides over her heated skin to find her breast. Lips working over her shoulder, I palm her perky tit, breathing rate picking up too rapidly, spine too tingly and heated, the tip of my cock too sensitive to hold back my orgasm for much longer.
And so I give Ezla all of me, determined to get her there before me and my brother.
“Come on, Vengeance. Come for us,” I breathe into her raggedly. “Come on Scotty’s cock while I fill your asshole with me—”
Biting down on Scotty’s neck, Ezla loses it before I can finish, her moan muffled in his skin and mixing with his as he throws his head back, crying out.
Brows scrunching, I explode right with them as she clenches around me again, strangling my dick, demanding my cum.
“Ezla—Ezla,” I groan out, voice hoarse, as my hips stutter to a stop, body completely unresponsive, only able to do as I said I would—fill her with me.
No clue which planet I’m on, but as long as I’m by my Vengeance, I’m as bloody happy as can be. And so I gasp her in as I struggle to fill my lungs with oxygen, arms never leaving her burning body while we shake together, as I hear those motherfucking devastating words in my head:
I love you. I love you both. You are mine.