Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
CHRYS
When the bond clicked into place, all three of them had slammed into my awareness like a key fitting perfectly into the tumblers of a lock.
The mix of all of them swirling through me isn’t turbulent, it’s tantalizing.
Having them all was worth the unorthodox start. Taking Arc first makes an odd sort of sense. He found me; this is right.
No toy could have prepared me for this. He fills me so snugly. The ridges beneath his cock notch inside of me like his body might click into place and never let me go.
I’d welcome that… if not for the other set of hands on my thigh and the man who’s tongue teases at Arc’s throat.
Shock and Risk scoot closer still, whispering words I don’t understand, but whose reactions I feel in the bond.
When Shock looks up at me with a smile so wicked… I know his next words will be Arc’s undoing and as soon as they leave his lips, Arc’s eyes close, his teeth grit and he drags me down to him for a brutal kiss as he drives up into me.
My eyes cross behind my closed lids as the deep pleasure of his orgasm floods the bond the way his cum floods my pussy.
“Saints,” Risk says, pressing his head against my hip as I push back up to my knees.
Cum squelches from where our bodies are joined.
“I am going to use this against you later if you question my plans.” I smile down at Arc. “Don’t we all like when I get my way?”
“We do,” he says.
I stick my tongue out and lean forward, angling my hips until he pops out of me, cum gushing across both of our legs. “Oops,” I say, and none of them think I’m sorry.
I look at Risk. “Do you still want a taste?”
“Always.” He drags me off of Arc and into a kiss.
When he lays me down—strategically keeping my hair out of Arc’s cum—he drops to his knees off the side of the bed and devours my pussy.
I knew he liked it, but feeling it through the bond… I bite my tongue and let myself enjoy it as I think about the fact that neither of us are ever going to be deprived of cum.
Reaching out for him impatiently, I draw Risk up, kissing him, tasting Arc on his lips and rocking my hips against the tip of his cock.
“Time to replace what you took, please.”
He smiles, and I can feel the laughter as he hikes my leg up, and then, there’s nothing funny.
When his cock presses into me, it’s deathly serious.
I need him. I need them.
I reach for the others, hand questing about unseeing, until, after a few wet slaps on the sheets, I slide my hand up his thigh and take hold of his cock.
Shock exhales as I stroke.
Someday, all three.
“You only get one at a time tonight,” Arc says from the direction of the bathroom. “We can renegotiate tomorrow.”
We’ll see.
Risk comes, too quickly. It’s always going to be too quickly.
I imagine trapping him in this room, riding him for hours, edging him to oblivion.
That is a plan for another time, though.
Risk pulls me back with him when he stands, and another gush of cum pours down me. My older tattoos are starting to disappear under the onslaught.
When he turns me, Shock is on his back, waiting, almost like they planned it.
“They did.” Arc moves behind me. Not joining us—I only get one at a time tonight—supporting me. Everything swirling in, through, and around me leaves my mind floating and I am grateful for him as all three of them guide me onto Shock.
My legs are weak and my hips are sore. I definitely need the help.
Next time, he gets first go. Next time, he gets my undepleated energy.
“Next time, you’re going to be even more tired than you are now,” Arc warns me, and I feel his hard cock against my back.
“Already?” I’m not upset about that.
“Don’t you know what you started?” Risk asks with a soft laugh. “You’re ours now, koah.”
I glance at Arc. I’ve never asked what that means, but he doesn’t seem bothered that Risk used it.
“Our bodies know you’re ours,” Risk says. “And now that we have you, one very specific need fuels them.”
I know what that need is. Even though it might be cruel, I look down at Shock. “Mestava.”
Cursing, Shock jerks, brows twisting, lids closing. He grips my hips so hard… driving into me so forcefully, I’m afraid I’m going to bounce right off of him.
Shock’s orgasm seems unending. It swims across the bond, inexplicably torrential and languid at once, and I feel… high by the time he’s eased his grip and found the air in his lungs again.
I fall back against Arc’s chest, letting him hold me upright.
When we’re all breathing semi-normally again, I ease off of Shock and another gush of cum pools on the bed and drips to the floor.
Arc chuckles a moment before I tell them, “We are going to need a mop.”
Risk nods. “Let’s give the bots a minute to clean up and get ourselves cleaned up too.”
They carry me to the shower and I’m grateful. I don’t know if my legs would hold me.
“We need to get me a pole and a few other things if I’m going to keep in shape for this.”
It’s only been a week… a few weeks? I need to figure time out here. But I feel like I’ve lost half of my flexibility.
“We’ll get Margot to send it over tomorrow,” Risk says, but Shock shakes his head
He turns on the water. “It’s going to be a few days, but we’ll work you out in the meantime.”
They’re letting me shower with them, so I don’t bother to ask for anything else. I’ll get everything else I want, eventually, and they will too.
Water and heat and lust swirl around us, and Risk looks at me with a knowing smile before he drops to one knee and pulls me down to sit on his other thigh.
We’re at the perfect height and I’m not about to say no.
“Do you like the menu?” Risk asks and I manage not to laugh at the strange way he pronounced menu.
“I really do.”
When we stroke, Shock and Arc press their foreheads together, hands gripping each other’s neck and I toy with my piercing with my tongue. “I got you… but it looks like you all got each other too.”
Risk’s hand snakes around my waist and his fingers slip between my thighs as I take Arc into my mouth.
The shower hasn’t washed him clean yet and I hum appreciatively at the sweetness left behind by his cum.
“This one is going to come fast,” he tells me—and I think Risk, too.
I love every quick minute of it, and when Risk and I are drenched again, I feel a little delirious. “This is dangerous.”
They laugh, but I can feel the agreement.
“Too late now,” Risk says, but there’s no regret from any of them.
SHOCK
I don’t think we managed to sleep more than an hour before desire roused us.
Half awake, Risk woke her by bringing her to climax with his tongue while Arc worshipped her breasts.
Chrys lies on top of me now, my cock nestled against her dripping pussy, the cum still sliding across my skin. Risk to our left has his arm slung over her. At some point, Arc moved and is using her ass as a pillow, kissing the dagger tattooed at the base of her spine.
Light from one of the suns bleeds at the horizon, but it’s hazy. The blizzard Kimba warned of is on its way. None of us are asleep.
None of us can sleep.
We’re all still too aroused to slumber… too exhausted to go at it again.
It’s ridiculous, this sensation coiling inside me.
I can’t even be sure which of these emotions are mine right now. They might belong to any one of the other three.
All I know is that they are mine. Just as I saw.
I am theirs.
“I don’t know how that’s comfortable,” Chrys says, and Arc laughs before he nips at her and slides onto the bed beside us like he’s made of jelly.
“Can I ask a silly question?” Her fingers play across my chin.
“Always.”
“How bad would it be if we just ran away? Somewhere without monsters or other people. Just us and this feeling forever.”
A low grumble comes from the doorway.
“And Kissu, of course.”
“If we left, there would only be thirteen brothers watching the caldera. Monsters might follow us whether we want them or not.”
“Dang.” Chrys hums softly. “Guess we’ll have to stay put.”
She stretches against me and I kiss her until she slides off me and into Risk’s arms. Arc takes her place.
“We need to sleep,” he says as I tangle our legs together.
“Yes.” But he doesn’t make me stop.
Exhaustion finally takes us, and I have no idea how long I sleep before a delightful sensation takes over my mind, coaxing me back to consciousness with a wet, hot need.
I wake to a tongue sliding up my cock, dipping into me. To lips, wrapping around the tip of me as a hand wraps around the base.
Everyone else is awake but me.
Chrys was right. This was going to be very dangerous.
Once I’m awake, Risk winks at me and I’m abandoned.
I don’t mind.
I roll onto my side and watch as Risk and Chrys worship Arc against the backdrop of furiously swirling snow.
But some of my enjoyment fades when I see the prickles across her skin.
I need to check the fire and… someone needs to answer the call.
I leave them distracting each other, pulling on pants and stumbling out to the living room.
Kissu sits on the sofa, looking smug… if a zurgle can look smug.
It takes a few minutes to get the fire built back up, but by the time I’m satisfied, the screen above it wakes up. An unintentional warning.
I answer the call before it can do more than chirp the incoming tone, sitting next to Kissu and scrubbing the fur between his ears the way that Chrys found makes him purr.
He draws Drift’s attention first. “I keep forgetting you have a new pet.”
The low grumble from beside me almost makes me chuckle. “I don’t think he likes being called a pet.”
Drift makes a noise that might be an agreement. At the very least, it’s an acknowledgement.
“Is there a reason for this call?”
“Checking in. Any problems with the storm?” Drift asks, his eerie eyes turning to me, and then his face jerks back and to the side, brow ridges pinching. “Oh.”
I don’t know what he sees with his mutated eyes. Honestly, I’m afraid to ask.
“We’re going to need a little alone time.”
“Of course. Have you registered the bond?”
“Not yet. We will.”
He hesitates, but asks, “Who will?”