Chapter 24
Bo
Shit. I’d tried to keep this under lock and key, but of course my husband was right.
“I want to fuck you, little wolf,” I admitted, pushing my thumb into his muzzle and stroking his tongue.
Kaspar whimpered and shook under our touch.
I gripped his cock. “Would you like that? Feeling my ridges in your sweet little hole?”
He turned his head to look at Ollie who still had his fingers inside his Pumas joggers.
He nicked them from me, and I hadn’t protested.
I loved seeing him in my clothes. My heart rejoiced that the three of us had found a natural flow where we sought consent and reassurance from each other.
This was a boundary we needed to explore together.
Perhaps it was one Ollie doesn’t want to cross?
“You’ll love it, sweetheart.” Kas shivered when my sweet husband’s hand moved inside his trousers instead. “He will fuck you so well you’ll be screaming his name all night.” Ollie’s lips pressed against his shoulder blade. “I’ll hold you through it, yeah?”
“Yes.” Kaspar kissed Ollie’s temple, then turned back to me. “Yes, please, Bo.”
Ollie pulled his hand out and led him into the bedroom.
It felt so right to be in here together.
I watched my husband undress Kaspar with slow, measured movements. Then he settled himself against the padded headboard and guided our wolf between his legs, facing him.
“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking his face and pressing soft kisses on his brow. “It will feel so fucking good, I promise you that. Bo isn’t just going to fuck you, he’ll make love to you.”
Ollie’s eyes met mine. His feelings for me and our wolf flood through the mate bond. For a moment, I just stood there, my heart so full of love I was scared it might burst out of my chest. Love not just for my beautiful husband, but also for Kaspar. A different kind, new and unfamiliar, but there.
Oliver nodded, his eyes misting over with tears and his smile almost blindingly bright. He hugged Kaspar to his chest and rubbed his back.
I walked over to the bed, took the lube out of the side table, and centered myself.
Breathe, Bo.
It was the first time I would be inside him. It made me nervous. What if I hurt him?
“Don’t let him wait, baby. He wants you so much. Don’t you, Kaspar?”
“Goddess, yes, Bo. Please fuck me already!” He shifted his knees restlessly. “Don’t edge me, please.”
I chuckled. “You’re just as needy as Ollie. So desperate for my dick.”
“Yes,” Kas gasped when I flipped open the bottle and squeezed some of lube out. Eyes fixed on his face, I spread it between his ass cheeks, massaging his hole to get him to soften up for me. He bit his lip, shaking under my touch.
“Let him in, sweetheart. That’s it.” Ollie watched me stroke him, his gaze dark with lust.
I teased him open for me until he leaked onto the duvet below and shook around my fingers.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Fuck, yes!” His ass urged back, trying to get me deeper. I steadied him with my other hand, pulled out my fingers, and lathered my dick with more lube.
Kaspar pressed his cheek into Ollie’s chest, whimpering under his breath when my head slipped into his hole. I froze.
“Are you hurting?”
“No,” he mewled. “You feel so good. Please, Bo.”
I gave him another inch, then one more. Gods! The sight of his pink hole stretching and clenching around my dick almost made me lose my mind.
“Darling!” My husband’s voice cut through my frenzy. I raised my eyes to his. “Show him how beautiful it is to be loved by you.”
I held Kaspar’s hips and sank inside. His body made way as if it was made to take me.
“Oh fuuuck,” he drawled, face tilting up in search of a mouth to kiss.
Their heated sighs pushed me to speed up.
Skin slapping on fur, tongues tangling, and hands searching for purchase, I drove Kas over the edge.
I was relentless. He needed to come now or I would arrive before him.
I reached past his hips to grip Ollie’s dick.
My sweet husband didn’t need much more. Kas joined him a heartbeat later, both of them coming all over my fingers.
Nothing held me back. Sinking my teeth into Kaspar’s shoulder, I emptied my balls into his tight body, moving through my orgasm and fucking my cum deeper into him.
I bit him so hard I almost drew blood but Kaspar didn’t even flinch. He groaned and pressed his shoulder into my mouth.
Breathing hard, I eventually let go and dragged my dick out. I moved us around so I could hug both of them.
“Holy shit.” Ollie chuckled. His cheeks were still flushed and looked so pretty with his lips all bruised and puffy. “That was fucking beautiful.”
I kissed him, then tilted Kaspar’s face up so I could check on him. “Are you good, little wolf?”
“So good. You bit me,” he muttered, snuggling his face between my pecs.
“A mating bite.” My eyes snapped up to Ollie’s face. He gave me a blazing look filled with a wild happiness I recognised from when I had mated him. “Can you feel it?” Ollie reached over and palmed my cheek.
“Yes,” I whispered. I felt a low humming, like a live wire. Something new and exciting, something real.
“Because I can feel it, too, Bo darling.”
“?lskling, I’m…”
What is it that I feel?
“So happy,” he finished my sentence.
“Bo?” Kas scrambled to his hands and knees, his panic hitting me like a hammer. “What are you talking about? You can’t mean—” He broke off, groaning and biting his lip hard.
Oh yes, sweet wolf, you’re leaking my cum, aren’t you?
“Do you feel it, Kaspar?” Ollie asked, sitting up and reaching out for him. He touched the spot where I had bitten him with gentle fingers. Kas followed his invitation in an instant, seeking comfort in his arms. “Bo and I do, sweetheart. Don’t be scared, okay?”
“I’m not scared,” he murmured, holding out a hand to me.
I wrapped it in both of mine.
“Kaspar, I had no idea this was possible.”
“Or you wouldn’t have done it?” His eyes met mine.
“Or I would have asked you if it was what you wanted first,” I clarified.
“I would have said yes. I know I shouldn’t want it. You are married. I’m just your fuck buddy, but I’ve fallen in love with you. Both of you,” he amended in a small voice, breath hitching in his throat.
Ollie’s fingers enclosed our clasped hands. Tears slid down his cheeks. “You aren’t our fuck buddy. We love you, Kaspar.” He emphasised every word with a squeeze.
“But you can’t.” Through our connection I felt his vulnerability.
“Who says that?” I asked him gently. “Of course we can. Ollie is telling the truth, we love you, Kaspar. And we don’t want to lose you again.
You are a part of our family.” I leaned in and kissed both of them.
“We want to have movie nights and vacations with you, hang out with friends, and fuck until we’re all too sore to move.
And one day, if you want it too, we want a home with you. ”
Ollie and I had occasionally thrown these ideas around. I knew we were on the same page.
“I’m dreaming. I must be dreaming.”
My husband pinched his butt lightly. “No, not dreaming.”