Chapter 42 Bechora #2
A gasp tore through me as Archer’s tongue flicked expertly over my clit, sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight through my core.
He sampled me greedily, his strong hands gripping my thighs as he worked me over with his mouth.
Each stroke of his tongue pulled a moan from deep within me, the sound echoing in the strangely silent space.
Archer pulled back, just long enough to draw a ragged breath, and I whimpered at the loss, my hips instinctively bucking for more.
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through my sensitive flesh.
“Did I tell you to stop, wolf?” Caulder growled.
Archer shot me a wink and a smirk before diving back down.
Zypher’s hands slid up my stomach, creeping toward my heaving breasts as I writhed in his lap under Archer’s ministrations.
When his fingers reached my nipples, he pinched them and gave a slight tug, causing me to cry out and my back to arch.
I was vaguely aware of Gabriel shifting closer, until he was shoulder to shoulder with Archer between my thighs.
A soft rumble vibrated through Zypher’s chest, and his hips shifted beneath me. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “You like that, Dilectus?” His voice was a low growl, filled with a primal hunger that sent shivers through me.
Gabriel’s fingers brushed against my inner thigh, a light, teasing touch that made me squirm.
I felt the heat of his breath against my other hip as he positioned himself more intimately, his presence a heavy weight between my legs.
Archer continued his relentless assault, his tongue working wonders, and I was quickly losing all sense of control.
“I want to taste her, too,” Gabriel articulated, his voice thick with desire.
Caulder’s response was immediate; a sharp, commanding tone that cut through the haze of pleasure. “Share, Archer!”
Archer lifted his head, his lips glistening, and a triumphant grin stretched across his face.
He moved aside just enough for Gabriel to take his place, who wasted no time in burying his face between my legs.
The sensation was intense, a new kind of pressure, a deeper dive into the raw pleasure that consumed me.
Gabriel’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, forcing me to grind against his mouth.
My legs trembled, and my hands shot over my head to grab onto Zypher’s shoulders.
“I think our mate needs to be filled,” Caulder mused, his intent clear as Gabriel continued to work me over with his mouth. “Zypher.”
Zypher’s chest rumbled with a soft chuckle.
His hands moved from my breasts,causing me to whimper, dropping to my thighs.
Archer reached out to help him lift me, just enough that Zypher could free himself from his pants.
I felt his tip rub against my entrance as Gabriel continued to lash my clit with his tongue, not letting up on his relentless pace.
Zypher gripped himself beneath me, and I felt him nod just before Archer eased me onto his waiting cock.
A long, low moan tore from my throat as Zypher filled me.
He stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before he began thrusting his hips upward.
Archer’s hands moved to my waist, dragging me down to meet every buck of Zypher’s hips, and Gabriel’s mouth never faltered, his tongue still dancing over my clit, ratcheting my pleasure higher and higher.
“That’s it, Dilectus,” Zypher breathed, his voice a low, encouraging growl as he picked up the pace.
The three of them worked in tandem, driving me toward the edge at a relentless pace.
Pleasure coiled so tight in my gut that I was sure I would tear in half when it finally snapped.
The room around us filled with my whimpers and moans, and nonsense pleas spilling from my lips.
I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught of pleasure, the wave of ecstasy ready to crash over me, when Caulder issued another command.
“Stop!” he ordered. Archer, Gabriel, and Zypher stilled, and I let out a pitiful whine. “Move her to the floor, on her hands and knees over Zypher.”
I was shifted into position on the soft rug in the space of a breath. Zypher’s hands stroked my sides as he let my weight rest on him. Caulder stood from his seat and moved slowly toward me, undoing his belt.
“Are you ready to take all of us?” he asked, pausing in front of me and trailing his fingers down my spine.
My pussy clenched on air, at the thought, and I nodded eagerly.
“Words, Bechora.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please! Fuck, yes. I need all of you,” I babbled, desperate for them to touch me, to fill me so full there was only them .
Caulder let out a pleased hum, sliding his pants off before dropping to his knees in front of me as something unspoken passed between him and the others.
His thick, hard cock bobbed in front of my face before he gripped himself in one hand and tugged on my chin to open my mouth with the other.
I moaned around him as he eased past my lips, the salty, smoky flavor of his skin exploding on my tongue.
Zypher shifted beneath me as he eased himself into my soaking cunt.
His thrusts were slow and shallow as he gave me time to find a rhythm with my mouth on Caulder’s cock.
Fingers toyed with my asshole, and I couldn’t look to see if they belonged to Archer or Gabriel.
Instead, I let myself fall into the sensation as one finger slid past the ring of tight muscles and matched Zypher’s tempo.
My hips instinctively bucked, seeking out more as the combined sensations worked to push me toward a new edge.
Caulder growled, barking out another command that I was too lost to pleasure to hear.
Zypher’s hands gripped my hips, refusing to let me change their pace as another finger slipped into my ass.
I moaned around Caulder’s gently thrusting length.
They continued to torment me until I felt the head of Gabriel’s dick replace the fingers and heard his groans as he pushed himself past the ring of tight muscles.
Caulder pulled free from my mouth and gripped my hair in his hands, lifting my head and turning it so that I was looking over my shoulder.
“Do you see what you do to us?” he asked, as Archer lined himself up behind Gabriel.
My vampire mate bent forward over my back, going completely still as my wolf filled his ass slowly.
Archer paused for a moment and then pulled back before his hips snapped forward harshly.
The motion thrust Gabriel’s cock deeper into me, and we both moaned loudly.
Caulder chuckled, holding my head and making me watch Archer fuck Gabriel into me for a few more thrusts, before turning my face back toward him and feeding me his cock.
Zypher picked up his pace, thrusting into me in time with Archer.
I gasped around Caulder, my body now a conduit for their combined rhythm.
The feeling of being stretched and filled in every conceivable way was overwhelming, intoxicating.
My vision blurred as pleasure twisted tightly, deep in my gut, my body lost to the sensations they were dragging from it.
I could feel the precipice approaching, a glorious, undeniable wave, ready to break me apart.
“Come for us,” Caulder commanded, thrusting himself down my throat.
I had no choice but to obey. I screamed around his thick length as it threatened to choke me, my core clamping down around Zypher as he groaned beneath me, pushing in one last deep thrust before I felt him spill inside me.
Gabriel roared out my name as his hips snapped against my ass, his own release filling my ass in hot spurts.
Archer growled behind him, picking up his pace and fucking Gabriel deeper into me, which shoved Caulder deeper down my throat.
Caulder’s hands tangled in my hair, and he spilled down my throat, murmuring soft words of praise.
Their collective cries of release shook me to my core, echoing through every nerve ending as I collapsed into a boneless heap against Zypher’s chest.
Caulder eased back, settling onto his heels and stroking my face with reverence as I panted, trying to catch my breath.
I felt Gabriel and Archer shift as my vampire slid free of my body, and then they were both at my side.
Hands seemed to be everywhere, offering soothing caresses as I slowly started to drift off.
Eventually, I felt myself being lifted into a pair of strong arms, as Caulder scooped me up and carried me into his bathroom.
The four of them worked in comfortable silence to clean me up before dressing me in one of Caulder’s shirts and a pair of much-too-large shorts. I let them, my body relaxed and pliant as they settled me into the bed before climbing in around me.