Chapter 43
When Rhysan has eaten and played himself to sleep, Radar curls up with him by the fake fire place in our new residence on the ship Viriden has given to the Aegeris pack.
Azrim is out on patrol, getting acquainted with his new command post while Zorin takes another nap in our room.
Azrim should be back soon, so I’ve been prepping our first meal together as a family.
I wash out Rhysan’s bottle at the sink so it will be ready for the next meal when Zorin walks in the door. I glance in the direction of the bedroom and then back at him. “Where have you been? And how did you sneak out?”
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder, sees me in just my clothes, no armor, and abandons whatever he was going to say. He eases in behind me, runs his warm hands over my sides, and kisses my neck. “Your clothes are so thin.”
Zorin slips a hand between my thighs and curls his fingers over my mound. “I can feel everything.”
He pushes up my shirt, snakes his hands inside my bra and massages a breast as he nips at my ear. His erection digs into my backside, and I’m soon dripping in anticipation.
He tears his shirt off, unbuckles his pants, and draws the elastic band of mine over my hips. His fingers glide lower until they dip into my wetness. Zorin pants. “So hot. So…ready.”
He crushes me back against him, peels my shirt off and unhooks my bra so I am bare and exposed to him. Zorin’s tip is searing as he massages it over my opening, teasing me.
I arch and wiggle my hips, desperate to have him push inside me and ease my growing need. Zorin bends me forward, guides my hands to the edges of the counter, and feeds his engorged shaft into me.
The door hisses open. Footsteps walk into the foyer.
Azrim stops when he sees us. Embarrassment flushes my skin.
I know it’s him by his boots and his stance, but also by the way he carries the scent of the forests, of warm woods and fresh leaves.
Zorin breathes out. “Shit.”
Azrim looks down at me while my bare ass is pressed to his brother’s hips, and Zorin’s shaft is buried in me. My skin is covered in goosebumps from the rush of Zorin’s bonding. Azrim does not miss noticing my breasts or the tightness in my nipples.
The crotch of his pants swell. Azrim likes what he sees.
“Tell me you are going to claim her properly this time. There are a lot of Shifters on this ship, brother. You must do it at the perfect time.” Azrim is casual about the way he walks up to us like it doesn’t make him uncomfortable at all.
“You need to slow down, brother,” Azrim adds. “Get her to her climax before you bite her. She must be right there for your teeth to mark her correctly…thoroughly.”
The idea of Zorin claiming me like an animal makes my pussy tense.
Zorin grunts and grabs my hips. “Don’t do that, Tessi.”
“I can’t help it,” I rasp.
Azrim lifts my chin and studies my eyes. “She needs time to enjoy your bond. You must give it to her. Slow your breathing, Zorin. We’re not fucking rabbits.”
“It’s only my second time,” Zorin breathlessly protests. “I haven’t gotten used to it yet. I’m… I can’t hold it back.”
Azrim runs a rough hand over my neck and down my bare back. He hums a low note. “She is tense, brother. A lot has changed. Did you pleasure her first or just get to business?”
Zorin makes a disgruntled noise.
“That’s what I thought. You always plan so well… But your mating technique needs work.” Azrim shifts in beside my head and slides his hands around my body to my breasts, where he massages them.
His hands are warm and callused and strong. My breathing quickens as Azrim pinches and flicks at my nipples like he knows exactly what to do.
“Fuck,” I mutter, hanging my head. His touch makes me tense around Zorin. Azrim’s contact and Zorin’s at the same time shares their emotions through me like hot waves.
Azrim wants me.
Zorin wants him to take me, thinks he’ll do a better job.
But Azrim’s control is exceptional. He coaches Zorin on breathing so he doesn’t cum too early, and how to sense the change in my body when I’m about to climax.
And all the while that he talks Zorin through properly mating me, he’s rubbing my breasts, my back, my neck, and raking his fingers through my hair.
In my mind, I resist how Azrim feels, how Zorin wants them to take me, and how much I love the way Azrim’s touch makes me feel.
Until I can’t take it anymore.
I eye Azrim’s belt. He stands so close to me, his erect cock straining against his armored pants.
I study the buckle. Zorin wants us together, one family.
Zorin is the one I chose. I will do what makes him happy.
But I’m not going to lie and pretend I don’t want a taste of his dark, muscled brother, too.
So I work as fast as I can to unclip Azrim’s belt, unzip his pants, and free him, even when the tries to stop my hands.
“Tessi… Don’t take this from him.”
“Azrim, let her, if she wants to,” Zorin says. “I want her to be ours. Not just mine. I want her to heal us.”
I know Azrim wants this. After the way he kissed me, I felt it, that electric connection, something similar to what I sense with Zorin but different, yet equal in power.
My hands are nimble and faster than Azrim’s. I pull him toward me enough to get a lick in.
Azrim sucks air in through his teeth. “Aw, fuck. Tessi…”
He gently braces the sides of my face and encourages me upright. Azrim pants as he studies my eyes. Then he kisses me deeply like he isn’t bothered by the flavor him on my tongue.
Azrim kisses me again with deep, penetrating force and steadies me as Zorin buries himself in me. Azrim’s rough hands scrape over my breasts, down my sides and back again. In my periphery, I notice his cock flex.
He breathes out with force.
He needs release.
I break his kiss, bend over, and encourage him back to me. Azrim helps me this time, guiding his cock into my mouth. He braces my head as he pushes inside. He’s gloriously hard, like Zorin, and it slicks me with fresh need.
Zorin hums a note in lust and thrusts into me. The motion forces me over Azrim’s glorious shaft, and I take him deep into my throat.
“Shit.” Azrim rakes my hair to one side of my head, then gently wraps his hand around my neck, his fingertips resting over a vein. “She’s almost there, Zorin.”
His hand moves away. Zorin curls over me and presses his chest into my back. His breath sweeps over my neck. “Are you ready, Tessi?”
I hum a note with Azrim’s massive cock in my mouth.
Azrim growls a rasping note of bliss. “Oh, don’t fucking do that.”
Zorin thrusts faster and harder. Scintillating euphoria fills my core until I’m begging for more, deeper, harder, and buck myself over Zorin’s cock.
Azrim’s fingers slide back over my vein, before jerking away again. “Now, Zorin.”
Sharp teeth pierce my neck. My pussy clenches hard, and my body feels like it is filled with the blood of stars. Heat floods my hips as Zorin fills me with his seed. Azrim pants and braces the side of my head as he pumps into me.
The mixture of back and forth pain and pleasure swirls into a sensation I know I will never forget. Zorin’s cock swells to a near painful size as he slows and pants.
He breaks his hold on my neck. Blood runs down my skin. Zorin licks it up as his knot binds us.
Azrim pulls out before he swells, spilling his seed over my tongue. I reach out and capture him before he can pull away completely, and manually milk him, sliding my hand up his swollen shaft to suck down every drop.
A rasping swear leaves Azrim, and he slumps back across from us.
Zorin tries to pull out too early but still can’t. The tug of him sends a new wave of ecstasy through me, and makes him clutch my hips and stumble back into the opposite counter. The jarring bump is all it takes. My core tightens.
“Already?” Zorin binds his sweaty body to mine and pumps into me while Azrim watches, dark satisfaction in his eyes. Then Azrim walks to me and bonds his mouth to mine. Their hands move in such a way that I lose track of who touches me where.
I tremble and moan as another blissful orgasm consumes me, and I am certain nothing can feel as good as this.