Epilogue
Kaspar
Holy fucking shit! Every single one of Ollie’s hard thrusts drove Bo’s dick deeper down my throat. I gagged but didn’t want them to stop. I needed to come.
Bo’s fist, slick with my precum, focused on my head, the other squeezed my knot the way I loved.
Oh fuck.
My desperate whine drove Bo over the edge.
In a hungry kiss, he plunged his tongue into Ollie’s mouth and his dick into my mouth. Bo came with a sexy growl, and I followed. My ass clenched around Ollie’s invading length.
He gripped my thighs so hard I was sure I would have bruises there, dragging my ass against his hips to make sure I took it all.
Goddess, that man can fuck!
“Sweetheart, yes!” Ollie gasped as his climax hit, fucking his cum deep inside my body. Bo took his mouth in a kiss once more, sweat dripping from his beard down to my cum-splattered stomach.
Messy sex with my men was the best thing in the world.
I released Bo’s dick, gulping down air.
“Aw, poor Kas.” Ollie chuckled softly and pulled out of me. “Did we stuff you too full?”
I was sure the grin I gave him was dopey.
“Never. I love it when you two ruin me.”
Bo pecked Ollie on the lips again, then sank to the floor. He cradled my head in his enormous hands and kissed me.
I sensed Ollie moving closer, his arm sliding across my chest. Through the mate bond their emotions flooded my mind. They were softer, yet fiercer and more intense than when we fucked.
“My mates,” he choked. “I—” His voice cracked, and he couldn’t go on.
Bo pulled out of the kiss, hugging Ollie to his side.
“Being with you two is the greatest joy of my life.”
I closed my eyes and my breath caught on a truth I had spent half my life running from.
I had never believed this kind of love could be mine.
Wanting both of them had always felt like an impossible, shameful dream, as if I was simply too greedy.
And yet, here they were, holding me and loving me exactly as I was.
For the first time, I allowed myself to believe it was real.
They were mine. Forever.
THE END