Chapter 10 #3
Hawthorne starts slurping away, making her scream out loud.
She has some freakishly strong hands she yanks me off of her mouth and gets me to sit on her face.
I worry about her head on this butcher block though, so I reach into the drawer for a couple of oven mitts to pad it with as my vision goes spotty.
When I'm satisfied she's more comfortable, I sit back and carefully remove the jar from my cock.
It's got milky white cum and honey mess all over it swirled together, but Aster is licking her lips as she stares at it, prompting me to pull it off.
She can't get at my honey stick fast enough. She moans around me, starts licking me clean, the honey dripping all over her chin. After edging her for a good run, Hawthorne has her coming on his tongue in no time, and it doesn’t matter that I’m pushing through the need to give in to paralysis and am somehow hard again because I don’t think anything will ever top this moment with her, but it's intriguing to think about all the fun things we could get up to together.
“Why aren’t we paralyzed yet? It shouldn’t be taking so long,” Hawthorne wonders out loud.
I look down at Aster. “Did Dev lock up after you two were together?”
She nods, concern marring her sticky face. “The paralysis last as long as he seemed to think it would, though.”
“I wonder…isn’t there something to be said about that not happening as much with actual, true fated mates?
I know we suspected that we might be, but the fact that I’m able to sit here and hold a coherent conversation and am only feeling mildly stiff kind of supports that theory,” I direct to Hawthorne.
Aster looks back and forth between the two of us. “You think we’re actually fated? That’s like…do bees have fated mates?”
“Not typically…” Hawthorne thinks out loud.
“But also, most bees abide by colony rules and die young. We’re breaking apart that system by existing outside of it.
I’ve heard that things can be different for bees that successfully mate without any tie to a big colony.
Something about being freer that gives their blood an advantage over those still living in oppression?
I don’t know. It’s been a few years since I looked into it, but…
it’s weird, right? Look, I can still mostly move my hands.
My vision isn’t so great and my legs are stiff, but I can move them, too, if I try hard enough. ”
I look up and down all of our bodies, thinking this through, finally deciding that it doesn’t matter why it’s happening, the fact that Hawthorne and I are still able to control ourselves to some extent is a fucking gift.
We’re collapsed next to Aster, somewhat on the island with a few limbs hanging off of it, breathing steadily, but it seems to me the best way to use this gift is to get Hawthorne off since he’s the only one that hasn’t yet.
I knew there was a reason I was ready to go again.
I raise an eyebrow at him, and he knows what I want. “I’m game if you are,” he says as he kisses Aster once more and starts to change positions.
Now that I’m nice and clean again, I hop off the counter and drizzle a bit of olive oil on my hand and slick myself up once more, then I pull Hawthorne fully off the counter so I can bend him over it.
His hands are gripping onto Aster’s thighs as his head rests on the countertop between them, breathing hard and mentally preparing himself for what I’m about to make his body take.
We don’t bother explaining to Aster this is how we are together, or asking for permission even, because it won’t change how we feel about each other. She’s the only woman that could ever complete our hive, but Hawthorne, Dev, and I are fucking fantastic together as well.
“I already worked you open pretty good; you need me to prep you more?”
He shakes his head, thrusting his hips back at me, nearly shaking with need. And maybe a dash of bee paralysis.
I prep him a bit more anyway, using more oil on my fingers to make sure his skin won’t tear up when I’m moving inside of him. I meet Aster’s eyes as I begin stretching him more, her eyes tracing the muscles flexing on my arm.
She seems to be at a loss for words, slightly unsure of the dynamic, but Hawthorne keeps a good grip on her legs so she doesn’t get to thinking she can up and leave the room anytime soon.
“Fucking take me already. I need to come, Arbor. Please don’t make me beg. I don’t know how much longer I’ll stay coherent and I don’t want to waste it.”
I press a kiss to his spine. “You know you never have to beg with me; that’s Dev’s deal.”
I notch myself at his entrance and start pushing slowly, letting his body acclimate to me. We heal pretty fast as shifters, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be unnecessarily rough with him.
Hawthorne lets out a deep groan once I’m fully inside him, and when I get there, I’m done being patient.
I pull out and immediately shove myself back in, gripping his gorgeous hips so I can pound his ass.
He’s already fluttering around me, but it takes me longer to come this time since I’m getting tired and my body is trying to lock me up.
I reach around to help him get there, grabbing onto his thick cock and pumping it while I continue to push myself into his body. With a few spasms, he’s covering our waterfall island with release, making me feel incredibly grateful we sealed it properly so we can sanitize them later.
With Hawthorne’s ass squeezing me so tight, I give up control to him and thrust until he’s dripping with me and my legs are shaking, unable to continue to hold me up.
I collapse right then and there, the cold tile of the floor grounding me as I stare at the light fixture, paralysis grabbing a firmer hold of me.
Eventually, I hear Aster shift and then her head pops over the side of the island to check on me.
Hawthorne is still bent over the counter, and I kick at his leg to make him come and lie down with me.
He’s clumsy about it, clearly feeling the paralysis more like I am, but we eventually get him comfy.
I use my eyes, the only part of me easy enough to control right now, to convey I want Aster to lie on my other side, and when I’m more or less holding both of them, I finally feel settled. I’m somewhat nervous for Aster’s reaction to Hawthorne and me, but I feel too euphoric to worry overmuch.
“So, I’m just saying…if you had told me my boyfriends were also boyfriends, I think I might have agreed much faster.”
Hawthorne groans and stiffly props himself up on an elbow and we both slowly turn to look at Aster, who’s got a lazy smile on her face as she watches us.
“I’m serious. I think I was struggling with the idea of three of you and one of me, but I think I like the idea of equal opportunity railings. Makes it much less… daunting.”
Hawthorne snorts out a loud puff of air and rubs his face into my shoulder as he falls back to the floor, curling into me more. “I’ll make sure we send out the engagement announcements soon, then.”
“Well, hold on a minute!” Aster protests.
I’m still amazed at the way my body is only mildly paralyzed right now, and it’s harder to use it, but I still can. I’m thinking this fated mates idea holds merit, but I really shouldn’t be surprised. There’s a godsdamn good reason we’ve always been so obsessed with this woman.
I pull her on top of me and bury my face in her short hair, smothering my laughter and wonder. “Ignore him.”
“Oh, he wasn’t serious about the announcements?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Engagement announcements would be pointless. We’ve got the park reserved for the mating ceremony next month. Might as well just send out the invitations, Hawthorne. It’ll save a few bucks on postage if we skip a step.”