Chapter 25. Caitlyn
My body was on fire.
Each stroke of Blaise’s tongue sent heat searing through me, pushing me too close to the edge far too quickly.
He circled my clit before dragging his tongue through my folds and pressing the tip into my entrance. I squirmed against him, half of me hungrily chasing the pleasure, the other half trying to stave it off, because I never wanted this sensation to end.
He traced a finger gently down the back of my thigh—the one he had pressed up against my chest—before pulling his tongue from me and bringing it back to my clit, and—fuck—I wasn’t sure how much more my body would be able to handle before it gave in and shattered.
In an attempt to refocus and hold off my orgasm for just a little bit longer, I let my gaze drift to Ambrose, which absolutely did not help in any way.
Ambrose’s onyx eyes were fixed on me. He sat with one leg bent, the other flat on the mattress, his cock hard and at attention.
A bead of precum slid down his length, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to taste him the way Blaise had.
One elbow rested on his knee, his other hand flat against the bed, fingers twitching with restraint.
My throat was too dry to form words, so I willed them to him instead.
Touch yourself. Show me just how much watching us turns you on. Then come here and touch me.
Ambrose’s eyes tracked the movement of Blaise’s finger across the globe of my ass, his nostrils flaring as he drank in our desire.
He seemed to understand exactly where my thoughts had gone.
His fingers flexed one last time and, eyes still fixed on Blaise between my legs, he brought his fist to the crown of his cock and began to stroke himself in slow, measured pumps.
Blaise’s finger traced slow circles across my skin before picking up its trail once more. As he sucked my clit into his mouth, he dragged his finger through my slick folds, then slid it fully inside me.
I bucked against him, his name slipping from my lips as I wordlessly urged him to add another.
To my dismay, Blaise withdrew both his finger and his mouth.
The only thing that stopped me from begging him to continue was the wicked grin on his face as he glanced up at me. His finger, slick with my wetness, trailed lower. I sucked in a sharp breath as it reached my tight ring of muscle, circling gently.
Blaise’s grin widened. “Have you ever—” he began, but I was already shaking my head. A soft chuckle left him. “Do you want to?”
Yes, I thought as I nodded my head, real words still unable to form.
I hadn’t had much time to think about how we’d all fit together in the brief span since realizing I had two mates. But the image of being claimed by both of them at the same time bloomed suddenly in my mind, vivid and intoxicating—and yeah, I wanted to start exploring that idea immediately.
Blaise’s finger resumed its slow circling as he lowered his face between my legs once more. His tongue was gentle as it flicked over my clit, matching the same measured rhythm Ambrose had set as he stroked his cock.
Blaise pressed the tip of his finger against me, just the barest push past that tight ring of muscle, drawing a soft gasp from me at the sensation.
He stilled. “Is it okay?”
“More than okay,” I managed, my voice cracking as I watched Ambrose’s chest hitch.
I felt Blaise’s lips curve into a grin before his tongue resumed its agonizingly slow circles and flicks over my clit. His finger moved with care, pressing a fraction deeper each time, and—Gods—it was so much and yet somehow not enough all at once.
Ambrose’s head tipped back as he quickened his pace, a low groan spilling from his lips.
Blaise matched our mate’s tempo, his tongue lapping with hunger now.
Every part of my body tingled, tightened, primed to tumble into blissful oblivion.
My fingers wove into Blaise’s hair just as Ambrose let go of his throbbing cock, seemingly determined to save his next orgasm for later.
I had nowhere near that kind of restraint.
As Blaise’s mouth latched onto my clit, sucking it against the flat of his pulsing tongue, he pressed his finger fully inside me.
My vision blurred as pleasure detonated through me. I was only vaguely aware of my hips bucking into him, my fingers gripping his hair as I held him in place. His tongue became a soft, relentless pulse against me, moving in time with every wave of my orgasm as it radiated outward.
As my limbs finally began to unlock and my fingers loosened their vise-like hold on his hair, all I could think was More, more, more.
Blaise lifted his head from me, his pupils blown as he hastily undressed.
His cock glistened with his own spend, and I had no idea whether he’d come from pleasuring me or Ambrose, but the thought that he’d found his pleasure while tending to the needs of his mates sent a fresh bloom of desire unfurling through me.
He scrambled onto the bed between me and Ambrose, catching my ankles and moving me as easily as a rag doll into the middle.
The only thing that stopped me from reaching out and demanding that he claim me immediately was the hunger blazing in Ambrose’s eyes, his low growl of “Let me taste her” as he pushed himself to his knees and pulled Blaise into a devouring kiss.
Blaise let out a low groan as Ambrose broke the kiss, dragging the flat of his tongue over Blaise’s chin and along the corner of his mouth, as though determined not to waste a single drop of me.
Ambrose’s hand drifted between them, closing around both their glistening cocks as he pumped and licked, and there was a very real chance I might orgasm again just from watching them.
Just as Blaise’s breath hitched, Ambrose brought his hand down one final time before releasing them.
Blaise’s lips curved into a pout. “Tease.”
Ambrose’s eyes were practically sparkling. His voice was low, almost pleading as he said, “I want to watch you together.”
Blaise—who I was far more inclined to believe was the true tease of the trio—curved his lips into a wicked grin as he tilted his head toward me. “Should we indulge him, my beautiful mate?”
All I could do was nod, my mouth having gone dry all over again.
Blaise’s eyes flashed with something almost predatory as he shifted his weight, his fingers tracing slowly up my shins until they came to rest on my knees. He pressed lightly, and my legs fell open for him.
He let out a soft huff of breath as he took in just how wet I’d become from watching them, before climbing over me and burying his cock to the hilt inside me in a single, devastatingly slow motion.
His breath curled over my skin as a breathless “Gods, Caitlyn,” followed by a string of curses, spilled from his lips.
His hips began to move—gentle at first, then building to a rhythm that had me clawing at his back, my breath hitching as he struck every sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust.
He managed a croaky “Is it okay?”—which I could only answer with a huff of laughter, because while my words weren’t working, the sounds spilling from my mouth were indication enough that yes, it was much more than okay.
The corner of Blaise’s mouth pulled into a knowing grin.
“You’re the... tease,” I finally managed, just as Ambrose’s hands slid over the flare of Blaise’s hips. Blaise’s head tipped back, his collarbone catching the light. Something primal flared inside me, and for a brief moment all I could think was Bite him there.
But the thought snagged as Ambrose pressed his lips to the scar on Blaise’s neck, his fingers stilling in the thatch of hair above Blaise’s cock.
His eyes locked onto mine, a silent search for permission to touch me.
I’d meant to say yes, but what came out instead was a breathless, begging “Please.”
Ambrose’s lips curved into a smile against Blaise’s skin as he let his fingers glide between us, pressing into my folds where Blaise and I were joined.
Blaise let out a string of curses and a couple of broken “Gods” at the sensation of our mate’s fingers moving around us.
He slumped forward, his collarbone just out of my bite range, as Ambrose finally pulled his slick fingers free.
I couldn’t see all of him from over Blaise’s shoulder, but from the way his arm moved, I realized Ambrose was gliding his hand down his length.
Then he leaned in, lining himself up with Blaise.
Blaise’s lips crashed onto mine, my mouth swallowing his moan of pleasure as Ambrose worked himself into him.
The only thing holding me back from my orgasm was the fierce need to watch, to burn this image into my memory. Blaise remained above me as Ambrose pressed in deeper, the only movement Blaise’s tongue tangling with mine and his cock twitching inside me.
Blaise only broke the kiss when Ambrose was fully seated inside him, and all I could think was how fucking perfect this was.
Ambrose—who might have been more of a tease than I’d first thought—remained perfectly still, much to the disappointment of both Blaise and me.
One hand rested on Blaise’s hip, his fingers digging into his flesh as if resisting the urge to thrust for just a moment longer.
His other hand traced a slow line down Blaise’s ribs, making Blaise’s cock twitch inside me again, sliding across his V-line and—
“Oh my Gods,” I ground out as Ambrose rolled his thumb over my clit.
Then he began to move. Each thrust of his hips drove Blaise deeper into me, his thumb circling my clit in a way that made my head spin.
Blaise’s back bowed as he leaned into it, his heavy eyes watching me, his grin seductive as he caught his bottom lip in his teeth. His body rolled into Ambrose’s thrusts in a purposefully slutty way that I was so ridiculously into.
One muscular arm reached back, his hand fisting Ambrose’s locs, his other hand sliding beneath my ass as he held on and finally let Ambrose take full control of the thrusts—and my only two coherent thoughts were I’m about to come and I desperately need to bite at least one of them.
As if reading my thoughts, Ambrose traced his teeth gently across Blaise’s unscarred shoulder. He cast me a hungry glance before sinking his teeth into the crook of Blaise’s neck.
Blaise came instantly, a broken curse of “Oh my... fucking... Gods” tumbling from his lips as his cock pulsed inside me.
The moment Ambrose’s teeth left his neck—the smallest trickle of blood beading from the already healing wound—Blaise collapsed on top of me.
Ambrose followed, bracing himself over us with a splayed hand on either side of my head as he thrust deeper into Blaise.
The first wave of pleasure crashed through me as Blaise sucked the peak of my breast—still covered by my T-shirt—into his mouth and bit through the fabric.
The sensation was indescribable, pleasure and the sharp nip of pain colliding, stars bursting behind my eyes as my last coherent thought narrowed to Bite, bite, bite.
As my body writhed in pleasure, my focus narrowed to the arm Ambrose was using to brace his weight. Without another thought, I latched on, my teeth sinking into the flesh of his wrist as he drove into Blaise one final time, a groan tearing from his lips as he came.
Time collapsed into heavy breathing, tangled limbs, and the occasional lingering curse as we sprawled across the bed, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and satisfaction.
When the last pulses of pleasure finally ebbed and sleep tugged insistently at me, I pressed a kiss to each of my mates and closed my eyes, thinking that I had to be the luckiest witch alive.