16. Poe
Poe
Oh, fuck.
I surged to my feet, desperate to get out of there before I did anything stupid.
“Sit. Down. Poe.” Lycan’s calm, dominant voice startled me into stillness.
It wasn’t his normal Do-as-I-say tone. It was his wolf, his other side.
Sure, I was a dominant wolf, too, but I didn’t rank as high as him in the pack, and I never would.
In the battle of wills between us, he would always win.
And the worst part was that I wanted it that way. I liked it.
I swallowed and glanced at Ava, hoping I would see fear and reticence in her eyes.
She couldn’t want this…right? Instead, hunger peered out at me from behind glowing aquamarine, her wolf just as in tune as his, desperate to poke at whatever dysfunctional thing had bloomed between us.
It was that expression, that look of determination and desire, that had me sinking back into my seat.
Lycan tossed her panties at me, and they landed in my lap while he took another drink of his whiskey.
“Go on, pet,” he said, gripping her waist with his free hand.
I forgot to breathe when she started rocking her pelvis on his leg, balancing herself with her hands on his knee. She threw her head back, and my fangs elongated, my cock so hard it tented my boxers. I reached down to adjust it, but Lycan sucked through his teeth and shook his head.
“Don’t you dare,” he said. “You wanted to watch. So watch. But you keep your hands where I can see them.”
The fucking sadist.
I took a deep inhale and let it out as slowly as I could, trying to control my heart rate.
But it was no fucking use. The whole thing was so hypnotic, so depraved, it wound me up faster than anything Lycan had ever done to me before.
The heavy aroma of my arousal and bonding scent filled the air, mixing with his, dancing with hers, and that made my stomach clench harder.
“Do you like when he watches, pet?” Lycan asked. “Doesn’t he look so tortured over there by himself?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, moving her hips harder, rocking back and forth. A dark wet spot formed on his jeans, and I licked my lips, imagining what it would taste like.
“Do you think he’d like it if I let him lick your pretty cunt?” Lycan grinned and lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes, sir,” she said, and my fangs throbbed.
Fuck, everything throbbed, and whatever resistance I’d had about this whole thing faded away.
My feral side took over, dragging my human half kicking and screaming into the background.
Human Poe knew he should have left, should have told Lycan to go fuck himself, and disappeared forever.
But the feral side had no such qualms. This was pure need, plain and simple.
I wanted Lycan. I wanted Ava. And it seemed, at least in this one moment, they wanted me.
“Would you like it?” Lycan reached up to grab my belt, still around her neck, and wound the leather around his palm, one turn at a time.
“Please, sir. Please,” she said.
The white-hot craving that went through my nerves nearly blinded me.
“There’s a good girl,” Lycan said. He held up his other hand and waved two fingers at me. “Come here, Poe.”
My body reacted before I could process it.
I stood, walked around the table, and stopped in front of them.
Lycan grabbed her thigh and shifted it so it was on the other side of his free leg, spreading her wider, readjusting so her ass was centered in his lap, her cunt glistening and open wide for me.
“Go on,” he said, staring up at me. “Get on your knees and use your tongue to see how wet I made her.”
Despite wanting to comply, wanting to submit, the dominant in me wouldn’t go without a fight. I wanted him to overpower me. I wanted him to make me. “Isn’t it your job to eat your wife’s cunt?”
He smiled and reached forward, rubbing his palm over my neglected cock. “Such a defiant mouth on you.”
Fuck, it had been so long since he’d touched me like this. I almost came from the contact alone.
“What do you think, pet?” Lycan kissed the side of her head. “Should I force him? After all he’s done to us, it doesn’t seem fair for him to say no.”
“People in glass houses—” I murmured.
“I bet if you asked him,” Lycan cut in. “He’d do anything you said.”
“Please, Poe,” Ava said, and the sound of her sweet voice yanked my heart into her tangled web. “Please taste me. See how wet I am for you.”
“She’s wet for you, Poe,” Lycan said. “Are you going to leave her so needy and unsatisfied?”
That fucker pulled the one string guaranteed to drain the fight out of me. I’d do anything for her. My wolf filed that away for the human to figure out later.
Mouth salivating, I lowered myself to the ground and kissed the inside of her soft, creamy thigh.
She sighed and relaxed against him, spreading her legs open wide.
I couldn’t resist. I worked my way to her cunt and drew in a deep inhale, whimpering as her heavenly perfume settled in my bones.
Gods, she was magnificent. I’d never smelled anything as wonderful and all-consuming as her, and when I woke up tomorrow, I’d be terrified of what that meant.
But in the moment, I only wanted more of it.
I licked across her skin and swallowed her slick, letting it coat my tongue in all its splendid glory.
Another languid lap had her rocking her cunt into my face, urging me on.
Lycan tunneled his fingers through my hair and fisted a handful, not to yank me closer or move my head, just to claim.
To control. To remind me that he was the one in charge, and his wife face-fucked me at his leisure.
“Suck her clit, Poe,” he said.
I did, and she moaned, rutting against my mouth.
“Hold yourself open for him, pet,” Lycan said, and she put her fingers on her labia to give me better access to her pretty little cunt.
I took advantage. How could I not? I licked and sucked and rolled her around in my mouth like she was my lifeline to the divine.
And she used me like a toy, like the only way to glory was through my face.
Fuck, but I loved it. The hazy, glowing stupor. The delight and power in Lycan’s gaze as he watched me feast on what was rightfully his. As he shared her with me. As he shared me with her.
I worked her into a frenzy, her slick and my spit dripping down my chin, making a fucking mess on my chest and the floor.
But I liked that, too. When she came, she grabbed my hair and spasmed against my face, and I knew I was gone.
This couldn’t be a one-time thing. I’d do anything to make it happen again.
Hell, I’d live the rest of my life doing whatever she said if she’d have me.
She cried out and threw her head back on Lycan’s shoulder, and he rubbed her breasts and stomach, tightened my belt around her throat, grounding her in his presence as well as mine.
“There you go, Trouble,” he said. “Isn’t she beautiful when she comes? Fuck, it’s my favorite thing to watch.”
“So fucking gorgeous,” I said.
Ava let go of my hair, and Lycan cupped my chin, bringing my face toward him so he could lean closer. He swiped his tongue over my chin, licking Ava’s cum from my face.
“Hmm, delicious, Trouble.” He hummed and sat back, his eyes clouded with wanton hunger and disastrous lust. Then he tilted my face toward her. “Have a taste.”
She grinned and did the same, running her soft velvet lips over mine, lapping and sucking. The contact sent shocks down to my cock, which ached and leaked and wept with neglect. I was surprised I didn’t come just from getting her off.
“My turn,” Lycan said and canted his hips so he slid farther down the chair, and Ava scooted up to his lower stomach. “Take my cock out, pet.”
Poe, the human, wanted to resist. But…hadn’t this been what I wanted all along? Hadn’t I yearned for him since the day we ended the soul-crushing thing between us? Ava watching it only added to how much I pined for this.
She reached between us and unbuttoned his jeans, the metal clicks of his zipper reverberating through my nerves. I tensed to hide my tremble of anticipation, but he smirked to indicate he’d seen it anyway. Of course he did. He noticed everything.
When she pulled out his magnificent cock, I whimpered and licked my lips.
“Isn’t he adorable when he wants something?” Lycan said with a laugh. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her neck. “He’s such a greedy little thing.”
“How did you resist him all this time?” Ava asked. “You probably got hard every time he walked into a room.”
“It’s been a debilitating few weeks,” Lycan agreed. “But now look at him. On his knees for us. Such a good boy.”
The sting of humiliation went through my chest, finding residence in my rib cage.
I wanted to fight him. I wanted to rage against being talked about like I wasn’t even here, but something about the rotten nature of it slammed into my self-control like a train wreck.
I leaned forward and licked Lycan from his balls to the tip and back again.
His familiar taste brought back every memory of when I’d done this before.
I took him in my mouth and sucked the head the way he liked.
I swirled my tongue around his tip and sank until he touched the back of my throat, relenting only so I could do it again.
Lycan groaned, and Ava speared her fingers through her cunt, rubbing her clit while focusing her angelic eyes on me.
“Fuck, yes,” Lycan said. “Just like that. So good. Your mouth is heaven. Made for us, isn’t it? Made to be used.”
Lycan went on, spewing one filthy thing after the other, and I ate it up.
I fucked him with my mouth, taking him deep, only to suck the life out of him on my retreat.
It had been months since I’d been in this exact position, and the weight of all that time pressed in my chest as he got closer and closer to climax.
No, the human side of me shouted. Don’t give in that easily. This is a game. A battle. A war. You can’t yield.