16. Poe #2
As much as my wolf wanted to keep going, to relent and give Lycan everything he wanted, this wasn’t only my penance.
I wasn’t the only one who needed to be taught a lesson.
So just when Lycan was about to come, his balls tensing and his hips jerking forward, I pulled back and sat on my heels, glaring up at him with every ounce of defiance I could muster.
Ava gasped and slowed her fingers on her dripping cunt. Lycan stiffened and reached forward to grab my hair. I shoved his hand away.
He raised an eyebrow, seeming to ask if I was drawing a hard limit. We had a safeword. Fiver—the tiny cabin where our story started because he always was a sentimental shit. It sat between us as the question danced in his eyes. Would I use it now?
I hardened my gaze and steeled my jaw, indicating that I had the word close, but I wouldn’t back down.
If he wanted this, he’d have to take it.
I wouldn’t give it as freely as Ava. I wasn’t made for submission.
I was made for the fight, and he’d have to win if he wanted me as much as he claimed he did.
“Still playing the brat, huh?” he said with a resigned sigh. “Alright.”
He lifted Ava by her thighs, slowly stood with her, then gently placed her on the chair.
She opened her mouth into an adorable O and widened her eyes, confusion radiating off her.
But she must have seen the determined look in Lycan’s glowing gaze because she started rubbing her clit again and licked her lips.
“You want me to take it?” Lycan leaned over me, running his knuckles down the side of my face.
I swallowed the taste of him and sent him a look of pure challenge, tensing to prepare for the struggle.
“Oh, such a petulant boy.”
There was that name again. Boy. It made me hate him more…and yet, it raced through my veins like honey-soaked sugar.
The fight was over before it began. Lycan grabbed the back of my hair in a tight fist and yanked me to my feet. I tried to shove him away, but he overpowered me, spun me around, and slammed me face-first into the table.
Playing cards scattered everywhere, dropping to the floor.
Our forgotten glasses tumbled over, and the sound of one breaking boomed through the tiny space.
My chest ached from the force of it. My cheek stung as it hit the wood.
I tried to push myself up, but Lycan smashed me down again, gripping me by the back of the neck as he shoved my boxers down to my ankles.
“You want me to hold you down and fuck you like this?” The words were harsh, but his thumb stroked my trap muscle with surprising tenderness, like he was barely holding onto this cruel facade, like he would crack any second.
Then, he got hold of himself. He ran his fingers over my ass, stroking my entrance in a rough caress that almost made me moan.
My legs trembled, and my cock kicked where it was trapped between me and the table.
How many times had Lycan done this to me?
A million? But this time broke me. How could I let myself be in this position again?
He was married to Ava. He’d rejected me in place of her, and yet, the weight of their combined presence trapped me in a corner I had no desire to get out of.
The sound of Ava’s chair scraping against the ground made me look over my shoulder. Lycan had yanked it closer, so she sat inches away from our right.
“Want to watch me fuck him, pet?” Lycan reached down to where Ava still fingered her beautiful pussy and ran his palm through the mess between her legs. When his hands were coated in her slick, he smeared it over my ass and stuck a finger inside me.
Fuck.
That alone clenched my balls and made my toes curl.
He massaged that spot inside, spreading his fingers, opening me up.
I pressed against it and arched my back, relaxing into the intrusion.
And when he finally lined his cock up behind me, I braced myself for reaping what I’d sown.
This wouldn’t be gentle. It wouldn’t be tender, not like how he was with Ava. But I didn’t want that.
Lycan surged forward, inching his way inside my body, and I dissolved against the table with a resounding groan.
“Fuucckk.” It came out of my soul.
He laughed in that vicious, demonic tone that burned my blood with embarrassment.
“So fucking predictable.” He grabbed my shoulder so hard with his free hand that his claws broke the skin.
It should have hurt, and maybe once this was over, it would.
But in the moment, the agony mingled with the euphoria of him being inside me again.
He continued to fist the back of my neck while he pistoned his hips back and forth. He didn’t take it easy on me.
He fucked me like his life depended on it, like he’d been denied sustenance for eons and needed this to survive. Fuck, I needed it, too. I needed him, and for all the weeks I’d spent telling myself I didn’t, this one moment scalded them to cinders.
“Such an impudent little fucktoy, aren’t you?
” He scratched down my back and slid a hand into my hair, yanking it so he had better leverage to fuck me harder.
“Watching me fuck my wife like you had permission. Keeping this amazing ass from me. Sucking me with your filthy mouth. I ought to edge you for the rest of the night.”
Ava’s sharp inhale matched my own, and I looked at her, meeting her debauched gaze with fire in my heart. The connection between the three of us flared to life, wrapping around my magic and tugging me toward her…toward him. Our pheromones fogged my senses, coated my tongue and throat like a balm.
“Oh, I think our Trouble would like that.” Lycan rutted deeper inside, bringing his pelvis in contact with my ass, our balls slapping against each other. “Should I do it? He deserves it, doesn’t he?”
He tugged my hair so hard, I arched up off the table, supporting myself with my hands scrambling over forgotten cards and spilled whiskey.
“You deserve worse,” I managed to sputter. “You made this. You did this. Who punishes you?”
“Oh, my poet, you’ve been punishing me for weeks.” His voice cracked as he leaned down to brush his fangs over my neck and shoulder.
My poet.
The tiny fragments of my heart burst. He hadn’t called me that since we were together, and his use of it now should have forced me to end this.
Instead, I whimpered, and my legs gave out, crushing my poor cock on the table.
My knot started to grow, bulging from the contact. I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Show him mercy, sir,” Ava said with a devilish grin, tucking two fingers inside herself at the same time Lycan fucked me. “He’s our plaything. You need to take care of him.”
“Mercy?” Lycan tilted his hips so he hit that perfect spot inside me, and I cried out, pushing back on him, working him harder…faster. “Should I be merciful, boy?”
That did it. It sent me over the edge, spiraling into oblivion. My muscles seized. I clamped down on him. My knot grew, and my cock kicked, and hot cum coated my belly, sliding against skin and wood and cards.
“Fuck, yes,” Lycan said, thrusting into me. He froze, and Ava moaned, and sticky liquid coated the inside of me, the muscle at the base of his cock expanding to hold him in place.
And just like that, it was over. For a few moments, my body vibrated with the aftershocks of the comedown. Stars danced behind my eyes. The magic in our tether burned and tightened, roping the three of us into an incredible, hazy bliss.
Then reality set in. I’d given in to something I swore I’d never do again, and when it fell apart—because it would—I’d lose both of them. I’d have to leave the pack. I’d have to find another club to join. I wouldn’t be able to see them day in and day out, knowing I’d never be a part of this again.
“You’re spectacular, Poe,” Ava said, coming forward to press kisses all over my face. When she got to my lips, she paused and looked me in the eyes, seeming to ask permission.
I wanted it. I needed it.
When she closed her mouth over mine, all of those deafening fears faded to whispers and eventually to silence. My wolf howled, admitting defeat. Whatever she wanted from me, it was hers. All of it. All of me. All of this.
Lycan put his hands on either side of my back and leaned over me, pressing his chest against my spine.
“Run from us again, my poet, and you won’t get far,” he whispered. “You’re ours, and that is punishment enough. Don’t you think?”
I took a deep inhale and sighed as Lycan’s knot loosened, allowing him to slide out of me. I whined at the absence, but between Ava’s breathless kisses and Lycan’s steady hold, I managed to clamber to my feet.
“In the shower,” Lycan said. “Now. Both of you.”
Smiling at the command, Ava grabbed my hand, intertwined her sticky, wet fingers in mine, and led me toward the back of the cabin.
The three of us squeezed inside the tiny shower, bumping elbows and shoulders while we took turns washing each other’s hair and skin.
Ava massaged my scalp while I ran my soapy palms over her soft, delicate skin.
She kissed my throat and giggled when I tickled a sensitive spot on her stomach.
Lycan leaned against the tile wall and watched us with a tiny grin.
When he joined us, he took tender care to wash my body and condition Ava’s hair. Then we did the same to him, caring for him with the attention one would give their sovereign.
After our fingers pruned and the heat from the water dissipated, we climbed out and dried each other off. Without so much as a thought for clothes, we returned to the nest in the living room, coated ourselves in blankets, and, with our scents still lingering in the room, fell into a blissful sleep.
Just as I drifted off, I forced myself to memorize this strange contentment in my heart, the utter bliss of the three of us together. I told myself I wouldn’t run in the morning, no matter what happened. No, my running days were over. Time to face whatever this was and deal with the consequences.