EPILOGUE 3 #4
Nodding fast, I say, “I will, but I do. I want to do whatever makes you feel good. It makes me feel good to do that.”
I hold my breath as she studies me closely, only letting it out again when she orders firmly, “Then let me ride the both of you. Let me feel you split my pussy open and come together.”
A choked sound leaves me as she grabs the base of me, and I’m already hard and ready to go for her again as I shift my hips to bring myself closer to where she wants me. Tiger receives the same treatment, and my nervousness rises again when she brings our cocks together.
It’s odd like I thought it would be, but also, I don’t feel like running, especially not as she brings us to her entrance, and all of my being narrows down to the feel of my tip pressing to her swollen flesh.
“D-do we need lube?” I whisper shakily, wide eyes glued to the sight between her legs.
“No. I am soaked,” she replies bluntly.
“Oh,” I squeak, and I can definitely feel the truth in her words when she starts to sink down onto us.
I inhale a quick breath in time with Tiger, hands flying to Ezla’s waist as his clamp down around her ribcage. It’s a slow process, and I feel a drop of sweat drag a path down my red-hot spine with every new inch of us she takes in.
When she’s seated, I blink rapidly, trying to comprehend all that I’m feeling. I’m pressed so tight to Ezla’s walls, and, like always, all I can see is her.
A whimper is pulled from my throat as her nails scrape over the back of my head. The action screams danger, and yet it’s one of the best things I’ve ever felt. Everything she does sends so many others running, and yet after Game 1, all of it has only ever drawn me in.
“You can move, but make sure it is in unison,” Ezla says. “You know I prefer it that way, and it will feel less strange for you.”
That familiar warmth heats my chest at her thoughtfulness, even if I’m hardly thinking about the fact Tiger is pressed right against me inside her, and I whisper, “O-okay.”
She starts to move a second later, one of her arms leaving me to travel over her shoulder.
Her hand finds the nape of Tiger’s neck, her other moving to mine, and her head drops back, elongating the slim column of her neck as she rests it on his shoulder.
Moaning her name in time with me when she squeezes around the two of us, he nuzzles against her, thick blond waves falling in his face.
“Love you,” he groans into her as she rises and sinks back down, and I can feel his hips’ movement, letting me know he’s eager to start thrusting.
He’s definitely never one to stay still.
“Should we—should we move?” I ask him.
Ezla’s eyes have fallen closed, and she doesn’t open them as she takes her pleasure, letting us get on with it as Tiger’s glittering eyes find mine and he nods eagerly. “Just, like, match Ezzy’s moves, and we’ll be in time.”
Gulping, my fingers clench, pressing into Ezla’s skin, and she seems to slow her pace just slightly to help us when I nod in return and we both push our hips up on her next downward thrust.
“That’s my good sluts.” Our Bonded’s purr is sinful, devilish, and I exchange a wide-eyed look with Tiger. “So perfect for me.”
Her words melt more of my anxiety away, and it’s really not as hard as I thought it would be to keep in time with my brother as we meet each of her movements, thrusting up each time she comes down.
Soon, we’ve gained a steady rhythm, and my uneven breaths along with small sounds of pleasure I can’t keep in are running from me without pause.
Tiger’s in a similar state, his jumbled thoughts coming out to mix in with my whimpers: “Ezzy . . . yes, Ezzy . . . so, so amazing . . . so warm and tight and— Oh fuck, you’re clenching. She’s clenching.”
And yes, she really is. There’s already no room, but I really don’t know how on earth I’ve lasted this long when Ezla’s clamping down around us and completely strangling our cocks.
Then again, I definitely won’t last a minute longer, and I let her know that with a choked-out, “I-I’m going to come. Are you close? Please be close.”
“Yes,” she breathes out, brown and green eyes opening a fraction to find me.
“But I want you to suck on my breast while I do.” My head’s yanked forwards before I’ve had enough time to process her words, but I’m not complaining as my mouth opens in a heartbeat to take one of her nipples into it. “Good boy,” she rasps.
In my peripheral, I see Tiger’s hand swallow her right breast as he moans, “So pretty. You’re so pretty. Our empress.”
Her next clench is brutal, and then she’s coming.
“Fuck,” she cries out, and I’m with her once again, Tiger joining in this time.
We both fill her up, my cock pulsing as I hold on to her for dear life, and so much love and happiness fills me up in return.
I want to feel like this forever, to be in her arms forever.
And with the Games over and Ezla’s love for me and my brothers clear as day, I’ve never been as certain that that’s exactly how it will be.