17. Rhune
Rhune
Want her. Need her. Now.
The bond thrums in anticipation as I rise to a stand, turning Willow in my arms and directing her to wrap her legs around my waist. One hand slides up her spine, fisting her beautiful mane and holding her exactly where I want her.
The other presses to her lower back, holding her upright and flush against my bare chest.
I stare deep into her eyes, letting the fire in hers consume me. When I can’t stand it any longer, I lean down and capture her mouth in another bruising kiss. It’s deeper this time, more demanding. Possessive.
“Mine,” I growl against her mouth. “My Willow. My mate.”
We break away, both panting hard. Every instinct tells me to rip her suit from her skin and shove my cock inside her until she’s screaming my name. And from the look in her eyes, she wants that, too.
“Aw. You were going to start without me?” A pair of glowing turquoise eyes blinks at us from the shadows. A moment later, Nyx steps into view, a feline grin spreading across his face. “That’s not very fair to Willow.”
Nyx walks over, his steps unhurried, and stops a few inches from her. One hand slides up her spine, and the other palms her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp against my mouth.
A pleased hum echoes in my chest, and I angle her so Nyx has better access. He slides his hand between her thighs, practically purring at what he finds.
“Look at you,” Nyx says. “Already so wet, and we've barely touched you.”
Willow's breath hitches, her hips rolling on instinct, and I have to bite back a groan. Watching him touch her, watching her fall apart under both of us has my control snapping.
I press a kiss to Willow's throat, feeling her pulse hammering under my lips. “Tell him how much you want this, pup.”
“I want—” Her voice breaks. “I want both of you. All of you.”
With her words, Dravik’s hungry growl reverberates through the cave—as if he was waiting for permission.
Dravik steps out of the shadows, crossing the space between us in three strides, his eyes glowing with hunger and the tips of his wings shivering in anticipation.
“Move,” he says.
Nyx steps to the side, and Dravik's hand replaces his at the small of her back, his palm easily spanning its width.
He lowers to his knees, his face at the perfect height to press against her sweet pussy. His tongue lashes out, and Willow releases a shuddering cry as Dravik licks up her center.
“Say it again,” he tells her. “What you want.”
“A-all of you," Willow cries. “All of you!”
“Not good enough.” His voice drops lower. “Say what you want us to do.”
My mouth opens. Closes. I can’t think straight, can’t articulate exactly what I want. I just… want. Wholly and completely, I want.
Nyx's mouth tips with a slow, delighted smirk. "Shy, beautiful? I think she needs a second, Dravik.”
“I don't want a second.” Dravik's eyes darken, burnt orange simmering to a deep charcoal. He drags his thumb along her bottom lip. “I want to hear her ask for my cock.”
Willow's breath catches, her eyes going wide with desire. “I—”
At that moment, Dravik presses a finger inside her, and her entire body shudders against me.
“Dravik—” she starts.
“Say it,” he growls. “Fucking say it.”
“I want…” She squeezes her eyes shut. “I want your cock, Dravik. I want you to fuck me, fill me, make me scream. Anything, everything! Please!"
The growl that tears out of him this time is pure delight. Dravik stands, a possessive growl building in his chest as he lines his thick cock up with her entrance.
“Rhune. Hold her steady.”
I tighten my grip in her hair, angling her exactly how he wants her, and press my mouth to her ear. “Easy. Just relax. You can take him, pup. I know you can.”
Willow's nails bite into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood as he slowly presses inside her.
He's so, so big, and Dravik has to push healing magic into her so she can take him.
It glows a calming, faint blue where their bodies meet, and the tension bleeds out of her shoulders as it works through her.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur against her ear. “Just like that. Almost there.”
“Gods,” Dravik grits out, his hips pressing flush against her. “That’s it. Fuck. You feel incredible.”
Once her body is accustomed, Dravik begins moving—slow at first, then harder, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that has her crying out every time he bottoms out.
Her mouth falls open, no sound coming out for a moment, and I watch the moment that the pleasure overtakes any lingering discomfort.
I hold her through it all, staring deep into her eyes as she comes apart. I don't look away. I couldn't if I tried.
Nyx watches from the side, slowly stroking his cock, his turquoise eyes half-lidded with desire. “Fuck, look at her.” Nyx’s voice is rough. “She's perfect like this.”
Dravik doesn't answer. He's past words, his jaw locked tight, his grip bruising into her hips as he chases his own release. The slap of skin against skin fills the cave, broken only by Willow's throaty moans and the steady thrum of the bond between the four of us.
He thrusts once, twice more, and Dravik comes with a guttural moan, his head falling back as he fills her sweet pussy with his release.
He pulls out of her with a wet pop, and his release slides down her thigh, shimmering in the faint light of the cavern. Dravik steps back, chest heaving, and drops onto the cave floor to watch, already spent but unwilling to look away.
“Finally.” Nyx’s eyes glow as he takes his place at Willow’s back.
Nyx coats his cocks in Dravik's release, using it as lubrication, his hand working himself with slow, deliberate strokes. He lines one cock against her asshole, the other in her pussy, rubbing her entrance teasingly with both heads.
“Breathe for me, beautiful,” he says. “Just breathe and take my cocks.”
He presses inside her, and Willow's whole body locks up, a strangled sound tearing out of her. I press my forehead to hers, holding her tight.
“That’s it,” I say. “You’re doing so, so well, Willow. Just a little more.”
Nyx presses the last little bit inside her, and Willow’s head tips back with a moan. Nyx groans low into her neck, buried to the hilt, giving her time to adjust to the stretch of him while she shakes between us.
“Gods,” he chokes out. “I’m not going to last.”
I grin, angling the head of my ribbed cock against her center, right on top of Nyx’s. “Then I better not wait any longer.”
I push inside her pussy, sliding in tight next to Nyx's cock, filling her past the point of comfort. She's so tight around both of us that for a moment I can't think, can't do anything but grip her hips and hold perfectly still.
Her eyes find mine, glassy and unfocused, and something in my chest cracks wide open at the sight of her. Split open between the two of us, she trusts us entirely with her gorgeous body.
She’s incredible. I love her.
The bond thrums in ecstasy as we thrust in her, the two of us moving in a perfect rhythm, drawing pleasure-filled screams from Willow’s swollen lips.
Nyx's hand slides around to find her clit, drawing tight circles there in time with his thrusts, and Willow’s head tips back with a shuddering cry, her walls collapsing as her orgasm tears through her.
“Gods,” I groan. “I’m going to come. Going to fill your pretty womb and watch your belly swell with my pup.
” My hips lose their rhythm as my mind fogs over with desire.
“I want everyone who looks at you to know exactly whose mate you are, whose seed you carry.
I'll fill you again and again until it takes.”
Willow's walls clamp down around us as if she's heard exactly what she wants to hear, and the sound she makes sends me over the edge.
Nyx and I follow, our cocks pulsing, filling her pussy with our seed. My vision goes white at the edges, every nerve in my body coming to life and drowning out everything except the feel of the two of us buried inside her and the sound of her falling apart.
Nyx presses a kiss to her shoulder, his chest heaving as the three of us come down. “Such a perfect mate,” he says. “You take us so, so well, Willow. Your pussy was made for it. Made for all of us.”
Willow only manages a weak, satisfied smile, her head falling forward against my chest, boneless and spent.
We stay like that a moment longer, none of us in a hurry to move. Finally, when our breathing has leveled and our heartbeats thrum at a normal pace, we break apart. Nyx eases back first, slowly sliding out of her, and I follow, watching as our combined release slides down her inner thigh.
Utterly beautiful.
Dravik pushes up from the floor and disappears toward the healing pool, returning with a damp cloth.
He kneels at her back and begins gently cleaning her, his movements unhurried and tender.
When he’s done, Nyx spreads out a pile of furs, and the three of us settle around her in the middle of the makeshift bed.
Willow lies between Nyx and me. Her head is on my chest, and Nyx’s wing is draped around her shoulders like a blanket. Dravik is curled at her feet, his eyes half-lidded with sleep and love. We’re all spent. We all need rest.
“Sleep, pup,” I whisper against her hair. “We'll keep watch.”
Needing no more convincing, Willow gives me a sleepy smile and presses her cheek deeper into my chest. Within minutes, she’s fast asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily.
I stay in that position for a long, long time, just watching her sleep. As I trace the lines of her face, committing them to memory, I realize just how truly happy she has made me. For once, I am truly satisfied. I am whole.
But good things don’t last forever.