Chapter 19
Shane
I never would have thought I’d submit to another male, but Bal made me want to give him everything. I wanted to please him, and I wanted him to take control of my body as only he could. I adored Sor’s submission to me, but the way Bal played our bodies was the hottest thing ever.
A lubed finger pressed on my puckered flesh.
I breathed out, trusting him to make this feel amazing.
The tip breached the tight muscle of my arse, and my mind screeched to a halt.
I couldn’t think about anything but them; the pressure and heat engulfing my cock and the burn of an intrusion somewhere new.
“Oh fuck, oh gods.” I mumbled those words over and over.
His finger slid deeper, teasing and rubbing until the ring of muscle loosened enough to allow another finger.
Sor held me as my hips stuttered to a stop, and I pushed forward, not sure what to do with the sensations swamping me from Bal’s touch.
I wasn’t really trying to escape it; it just felt alien.
Eventually, that sensation was driven away by pleasure as Sor rolled her hips and Bal stretched me.
“That’s it, relax for me.”
A third finger slid into me and Bal circled his hand, moving until he found the spot I’d heard about but never experienced before now.
Sensation thrummed through my body, my cock jumping, making Sor whimper and undulate below me.
A firm rub, and I surged forward with a gasp, need wiping away any anxiety I had about taking his dick inside me.
“Please, Bal.” My voice was raw and ragged, and I didn’t give a shit. I was prepared to beg, my dick was so hard.
“You like that, fledgling?” the bastard crooned, sweeping his fingers over me again and again, until all I could do was chase the feeling. I thrust forward and surged back onto his fingers.
“That’s it, fuck my fingers.”
His voice was as commanding as ever, if a little hoarser.
I did as he demanded until I was a panting, desperate mess, my only thought to chase the orgasm that tingled down my spine.
My cock started to throb, my muscles tensing.
In the back of my mind, I remembered his instructions.
I had to beg…didn’t I? But I couldn’t stop; the pleasure was too much…
Until he withdrew his fingers and pushed me into Sor, stopping my movements, no matter how hard I tried to resist.
“Not yet, Shane.”
I cried out, begging mindlessly, utterly lost as Sor kissed my neck and face, and Bal lined himself up behind me, still keeping me immobile.
The tip of his cock pressed against my lax ring of muscle, pushing in, slow and steady.
I couldn’t move. I could only take it. I made a mewling noise I’d never heard come from my lips.
Sor whispered words of praise in my ear, her hands running up and down my back.
But no matter how much he’d tried to prep me, Bal’s intrusion was painful.
I’d never felt so full. He was fucking enormous, and the burning pressure sent my mind offline.
“Damn, fledgling, you’re hot inside, so fucking tight.
And so fucking mine.” With a roll of his hips, he pushed in further.
I cried out, trying not to collapse fully, not wanting to crush Sor under our combined weight.
He pulled out and slid back in, and that burning pain soon changed from distracting and uncomfortable to something else entirely.
I groaned, moving with him. Every time he pushed me deep into Sor, she cried out, her fingernails scoring my skin.
Bal chuckled darkly. “That’s it, Shane, push back on me. Get me fully inside this tight ass. The one I own now...”
I wanted to snarl at his words, but he was right.
He did own me. And more than just my body.
I didn’t even want to try to deny that I’d fallen for Bal.
But he didn’t need to sound so smug about it.
I pushed up and kissed Sor, our eyes meeting as Bal changed his angle and rhythmically pulled back and slid forward.
I bit down on a whimper as pleasure coiled in my spine, tightening my balls.
I bit back another groan and Sor gave a lust drunk smile. “Don’t stop those noises, baby. Let them out. I can’t see, so let me hear how good he’s making you feel.”
Her sultry voice had never sounded more breathless or sexy. So I did. I moaned and I pleaded to come as Bal fucked me into Sorcha. He set the pace and the depth, and a flush rose on her skin covering her breasts and her neck as she moved with us.
“Fuck, fledgling, you were made for me. To take my cock, just like Sor.”
He let go of my hips with one hand and took Sor’s in his grip, keeping us connected as he took me with long, hard thrusts,
“Tell me how good this feels.”
“So good, so fucking good,” I choked out.
He brought Sor’s hand up to his lowered head and looked at her over my shoulder as he held himself deep, his heated, sweat-slick skin against my back.
“I’m going to fuck him hard now, little witch, which means I’m going to fuck you hard too. Can you take it?”
Sor arched her back. “Hard. Make him come inside me.”
I almost smiled at the demand in her voice. I loved seeing her confident enough to voice what she wanted. I ground against her.
“You ready, fledgling?"
“Yes,” I croaked, anticipation tightening my belly. Not entirely sure I would survive his unleashed desire.
“Yes, what?”
Oh shit. My cock jumped, making Sor groan.
“Yes, Sir,” I purred and looked over my shoulder at him, squeezing my arse muscles down on his cock.
He slapped one arse cheek hard enough for it to sting.
“Jesus,” I mumbled as pleasure blew my mind.
He chuckled darkly and took my hips in a bruising grip.
“We’ll explore that reaction another time.
” He lifted me up higher and reared back before slamming in.
His angle was different, and with every rut, he hit that bundle of nerves that had me seeing stars.
For a while, he held me there, helpless against his superior strength, then he pushed me forward into Sor, and we cried out in unison.
He didn’t let up, his pelvis and hands utterly controlling my movements as he slammed into us again and again.
I mumbled into Sor’s neck, incoherent with sweat dripping from me like I had a raging fever.
I couldn’t think past the pleasure of being joined to the two people I loved so deeply.
That thought swirled in my head before I pushed it away, consumed by the way Bal fucked me deeper and deeper into Sor.
It was incredible. It was everything. They were everything.
“Oh gods. Sor. Bal, please, I need more. I need to come….please…please…” Tears burned my eyes. I was overwhelmed with a mess of feelings and pleasure.
Sor’s only answer was to hold me closer as she cried out, her sweet little channel gripping me and pulsing as she climaxed again.
“Shh, fledgling,” Bal slammed into me, his cock sliding in and out of my shaking body. “I’m going to give you everything. Make you feel everything…”
And he did. He pegged my prostate with every brutal thrust. It was pain and ecstasy in waves my brain couldn’t process.
Pleasure exploded down my spine, tightening my balls and pulsing from me.
I clamped down on his cock, but he didn't ease up as I exploded inside Sor with enough fury to make her scream.
Bal speared me, unrelenting in the vicious grip of my pleasure until he roared and emptied himself, hot and glorious inside my body.
I collapsed, trembling, onto Sor, though I tried to hold my weight off her.
“Fuck,” Bal breathed against my spine, his sweaty skin creating suction. He chuckled. “That was intense. How you doing down there, little witch?”
Sor giggled but smiled and hugged me close. “I’m good. Really, really good.”
“You, fledgling?”
I grunted. It was all I could manage.
“Words, Shane.”
“Good,” I mumbled into Sor’s neck.
I gasped as Bal slowly withdrew. It was a strange sensation to feel his seed leak from me.
“Don’t move.”
I was happy to comply and stay wrapped in Sor.
But Bal didn’t step away. I turned, thinking he’d used his super speed to get to the private bathroom, but he was just standing there staring at me.
He blinked, and when he looked at me, the possession in his face stole my breath.
I knew what he was feeling because I felt exactly the same when I looked at Sorcha and saw my cum leaking from her.
We are supernatural, and being possessive over our mates is not something we can help.
I reached back to feel his slickness, and he growled, long and low.
“Gods damn, Shane, I want you again already.”
I raised a brow and shared a smug smile with Sor, then I carefully pulled out of her. Together, we stared down at where our combined releases leaked from her swollen flesh. Bal’s mouth tightened, and his fists clenched, but his voice was gentle as he stepped forward; together, we helped her sit up.
“Stay here a moment.”
Bal walked to the far corner of the office behind the desk and swiped his thumb over a small device on the wall.
A blood lock. The hidden door slid open soundlessly.
He disappeared inside as I helped Sor from the desk and pulled her into my arms. We were both trembling, our hair mussed and sweaty bodies sticking together as his cum leaked from us both.
We were wrecked, but I was happier in that moment than I’d ever been.
The only thing that would make it more perfect would be if Bal were holding us too.
“I love you,” I whispered into her hair. “Are you okay?”
“I am. I love you too, Shane, so much.” Her whispered words sank into my chest to a part of my soul that would never ever release them. Her head only lifted when there was the sound of padding feet.
Bal reappeared, his translucent gaze softening as he looked at us. His cock was still hard and impressive as he walked back toward us with two small towels. He came closer and seemed to hesitate, warring with himself.
I waited, hoping that he wouldn't withdraw. It was strange to know it would hurt too much. I wasn’t normally so sentimental, but Sor must have worried about it too because, in unison, we opened an arm.
I held my breath, hating that I was actually anxious about his reaction.
Would he pull away from us? I’d never thought there would be anything more than sex between us. But this? It felt different.
He swallowed, his body stiff, but slowly he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around us both, returning our embrace. A smile curled my lips as I felt him relax a little as we shared…something. I had no idea what, but the tight feeling in my chest settled. He wasn’t leaving us right away.
His satisfied rumble melted into my bones, and my stomach flipped.
The words that had knocked the wind out of me while in the throes of passion resurfaced.
I bit my tongue, holding onto them. Making myself physically vulnerable was one thing; letting him know he could crush my heart if he chose wasn’t something I was ready for.