Chapter Sixteen #3
“Please,” I said to no one in particular or both of them.
Malric’s hand moved from my hip, tracing slowly down my abdomen, and paused. “Yes?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
His fingers found me and I was embarrassingly, completely ready, slick and aching, and the sound that left me when he touched me was nothing I had ever made before.
He stroked through my folds, learning what made my breath hitch and cry out.
He paid particular attention to the sensitive nub at the apex, stroking it firmly and quickly.
Thane licked and sucked my nipples, teasing me mercilessly until I shattered, my hands buried in the furs and crying out to the tower ceiling.
The first crest hit me before I’d finished processing the instruction.
It moved through me in a long, slow wave, nothing like the sharp urgency of the spikes—deeper, fuller, my whole body involved in it.
My back pressed into Malric’s chest as it crested, and his arm came around my waist and held me through it while his hand kept moving, kept pace, drew it out until I was trembling and limp and breathing in pieces.
“Beautiful, Omega,” Malric said in my ear. “You’re gorgeous when you let go. But next time, ask permission to come.”
Thane pressed his mouth to the corner of my lips. “You’re stunning. I can’t wait to feel you come undone around my cock.”
I turned my face into his neck and flushed. “Sorry,” I said.
“Don’t apologize for that,” Malric said. “You’ll come many more times before your heat ends.”
They didn’t stop. Which was good because I needed something. I was empty, in a way I couldn’t really explain, but I sensed they knew what I needed.
Thane moved down the nest and settled between my knees with a wicked grin before he lowered his head and took a long, thorough lick through my folds, curling his tongue around the swollen bundle that begged for relief.
I gasped and arched into him as his fingers spread me for better access.
One, then two fingers delved inside, rubbing against a magic spot inside that made me cry out desperately for relief.
I buried my fingers in his thick hair, gripping and tugging until he grunted, holding him in place as he continued to enjoy me.
Malric was behind me with his chest at my back and his hands at my hips, holding my thighs apart, steadying me as Thane’s tongue and fingers explored me thoroughly.
My hips danced and Malric held me in place with a firm implacability that made the sensation sharper, more focused, more inescapable.
“Stay with me,” Malric said in my ear. “Look at me.”
I turned my head and he took my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth like Thane teased me lower.
My body tensed, as if I were wound too tightly, about to explode.
Then every nerve ending converged to a single point and fractured into a thousand pieces, my second orgasm coming harder than the first, loud and consuming, my voice cracking in a way I would have been embarrassed about if I had any strength left.
Thane worked me through the whole of it without stopping.
When I came back, I was flat on my back and breathing like I’d been running. Thane was moving up beside me and Malric was there, slowly stroking me, calming me. The heat had settled a bit, to a low simmer almost, patient, waiting for something that would actually ease it.
Malric was propped on one arm above me, his hair slightly disheveled, his composure stripped of all control, completely focused on me with pure emotion on his face, nothing like the cold calculation I had seen in previous days.
He was fully present in the moment, with me, and I had no reason to doubt that he cared for me.
“I want you,” I said. They had been amazing, giving me what I needed, but there was more and I knew I would have to speak plainly to convince them that I was ready, that I truly wanted them.
His eyes darkened and he sucked in a breath. Thane chuckled from my other side. “She has no idea what she’s asking for.”
“Doesn’t matter. She needs it for her heat.” His voice was rough, and I shivered.
He settled over me and his weight felt delicious, hot and heavy, surrounding me in his scent.
The omega in me recognized her alpha and wanted him closer.
I looped my arms around his neck and tugged him down, nipping his lower lip until I tasted blood.
He pulled my hands free and pinned them above my head.
“If anything—”
“I know. I’ll tell you,” I said, licking the wound I made in his lip, the coppery taste of blood exciting my omega. “I trust you.”
He pressed his forehead to mine for one moment, just that, just his breath against my face and the warmth of him everywhere, and the reality of the situation sinking into me. Then my heat took over, and my thoughts blurred.
He settled between my thighs, his cock brushing against my center. I gasped, still sensitive from my last orgasm, but I couldn’t move, pinned by Malric’s heavy frame and held in place by Thane’s firm grasp.
“Thane, distract her,” Malric ordered.
“With pleasure,” Thane responded.
He settled behind me and wrapped his arms around me, his hands on my breasts.
He tweaked and plucked at my already sensitive nipples and I squirmed under his ministrations.
I arched against Malric, rubbing against him, begging for a harder touch, but he resisted, holding me firmly in place.
At the same time, he teased me with his fingers, plunging them deep inside and scissoring them, stretching me, and rubbing them against that spot deep inside that made me beg for something dancing just out of reach.
As I climbed that peak, feeling that sensation build, they pulled back, letting everything settle.
Thane kissed the side of my neck and gently stroked over my heated skin, and whispered soothing words in my ear.
Malric traced circles over my thighs, staying away from anything that would excite me further.
I opened my eyes and glared at Malric, who watched me with a small smirk on his face. “Damn you. I said I was ready.”
He leaned close to me. “I decide when you’re ready, Omega. Not you.”
I growled, a sound I never expected to make, and Malric laughed. “This only makes it more fun, Omega.”
Thane purred under me, a rumbling sound that reminded me of a kitten I had as a small child, only louder and more soothing. But I was in no mood to be placated. I wanted satisfaction, and I wanted it now.
Malric ran a thick finger through my center. “Is this what you want, Omega? You want me playing with your pretty pussy?”
I moaned and moved my hips a few inches allowed by their hold. “Yes. More.”
He sucked a nipple in his mouth and nipped it. Then he plunged three fingers deep, the incredible sense of fullness bringing a scream to my lips. “Or do you want this?”
I tipped right over into another orgasm, the waves swamping me.
Thane captured my lips in a swift kiss, his tongue plunging deep.
Malric replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding deep while I was still coming.
I had expected pain. I had steeled myself for it, but Malric had picked his moment and I felt nothing other than a momentary discomfort, brief and manageable, and then there was fullness.
Malric stilled while I exhaled slowly and adjusted to him being a part of me.
“All right?” he asked, his jaw tight, his voice coming through gritted teeth.
“Yes, Alpha,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “Don’t stop.”
He moved slowly at first, his eyes on me, learning my responses the way he learned everything—with complete attention, adjusting to what my body told him.
I wouldn’t have known what to say, but I didn’t have to worry about that.
My body spoke for itself, and I gave myself over to the sensations that swamped me.
Everything was overwhelming, too big for what my life experience had been.
My body was burning from the inside, sweat slicking my skin, and I was molten heat.
Our scent filled the space. Honey, silver blossoms, cold steel and rain, and leather, cedar, and heather embers.
The sound of moaning echoed around us, and flesh and slick soaking the furs beneath me.
Thunder rumbled outside and lightning lit the air.
Malric’s head snapped up and his eyes met Thane’s. “Control yourself.”
Blindly, I reached for Thane and found his erection pressing against my back. I gripped it gently and stroked it, spreading the beaded liquid over the hard length. Thane groaned and dropped his head to my neck.
“That won’t help, Omega.”
“Kiss me.”
He kissed me with the desperation of a dying man, and slowly the storm faded.
Malric kept moving, a steady thrusting, and the heat built past the point where I could manage it.
Thane’s hand moved between us, finding where Malric and I were joined, and rubbed the swollen bud.
I jerked and cried out, coming hard around them, but it wasn’t enough.
Thane relentlessly circled it, and Malric made a low, rough sound above me, his rhythm shifting to something deeper and harder, and I sensed his control fraying.
“With me,” he said, his voice rough. “Come with me. One more time.”
I wasn’t sure I could do it. I was exhausted, but I could feel something bigger coming, especially with both men working me hard toward this peak.
The third crest was not like the others.
It began at the base of my spine and moved outward and upward in a wave that took everything with it.
I twisted violently, Thane barely able to keep me steady.
I screamed and Malric let go with a shout, his cock plunging deep one last time, flooding me with his release.
Thane’s mouth was at my shoulder and his hands grounded me to the physical world.
Everything else dissolved into white heat and the sound of both their voices and the deep animal satisfaction of a body finally, completely, answered.
Malric collapsed to the side, rolling me so I was sandwiched between him and Thane.
We lay in the wreckage of the nest for a long time without speaking.
The heat had settled, banked, and the frantic urgency of it finally quieted into warmth.
Malric’s weight was beside me, his hand at my hip.
Thane was at my back. I was between them with the heavy fur pulled loose over us and my heart rate was doing the slow business of finding its way back to something ordinary.
The tower was warm.
The candles burned at their right heights.
Outside the window, the wind was still.
I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.