Epilogue
Monty
December
Monty woke disoriented and feeling way too hot for comfort.
His skin felt too tight for his bones, and with it came the reality of what was happening.
His womb contracted and slick trickled from between his ass cheeks as he inhaled the scent of his mates from where his face was buried in the pillows.
His previous heats had never started so violently.
Was it a mate thing?
He couldn’t find an answer in the fogginess of craving that was like a three day thirst. He whimpered at the force of the desire pounding through him, rolling over and running his hands over his body, undulating with need, working to entice his mates. Why weren’t they touching him?
Monty reached out, touching the cool cotton surrounding him, searching for what he needed. He whined in distress, opening his heavy-lidded eyes to find the bedroom empty. He searched through the lust haze as to why that was. What day was it?
He squinted at the blinds, his brain trying to tell him something. Sunday… it's Sunday. Kendrick and Rue would be downstairs making him breakfast. They had a tradition where they’d share breakfast in bed on Sundays. Their one truly lazy day together.
Why weren’t they here where he needed them? Why?
He arched into the sheet covering his cock, and whimpered louder at how much it hurt.
Clutching at the bedsheets in fisted hands, he pushed it off him when the pain of its touch became too much for his oversensitive skin.
He clenched his thighs together. His ass drenched the sheet beneath him as he rocked frantically, needing something to ease the ache consuming him.
“Kendrick… Rue…” he cried out.
Could they hear him?
Why weren’t they coming?
He needed them.
Didn’t they understand?
His fractured thoughts left tears spilling down his cheeks. He attempted to think through the cloudiness of his mind, to figure how to get what his body needed. With how his body shook with need, sitting was impossible, never mind attempting to walk.
Then, feet pounded on the stairs. He whimpered, his blurry eyes clinging to the open doorway, willing them to him.
“What is it?” Kendrick demanded, coming to a skidding halt.
“What…” Rue cursed, “Fuck!” His gaze swept over Monty’s flushed body and erection, ripping the T-shirt off his body, it fell to the floor in ribbons. Shoving his joggers down his legs, he nearly tripped to get to the bed.
“Heat,” Monty rasped. “Heat.”
His eyes implored them both to get their asses on the bed and fuck him like he needed.
They hadn’t both had their dicks in him, but with how the need pounded into his brain to have them both at the same time, he was willing to try—desperate even.
The second Rue touched him, Monty was on him.
They rolled on the bed until he was on top of the warm, naked body.
It was almost too much, only his desire to mate was stronger.
He ground his cock against hard muscles that rippled under him.
His mouth attacked Rue’s in a carnal kiss that ripped at his sanity.
He burned from the uncontrollable passion.
Monty’s skin flamed at the press of Kendrick's chest to his overheated body. Their combined scent drove the need to mate higher. Kendrick placed open-mouthed kisses up his throat to Rue’s mate mark and sucked on it.
It was as if it had a direct path to his womb and ass. Both contracted, and he begged unashamedly.
“Both fuck me… both fuck me… both fuck me… both fuck me…” he chanted between devouring kisses.
There were groans coming at him. Only one thing mattered, and that was the fingers probing his ass. He pushed back and down, never more wanton in his life. Monty would have sold his soul to get what he needed.
“Honey, we need to make sure we don’t hurt you.” The words floated about him, not penetrating past the craving.
“Both fuck me… both fuck me…”
Why wasn’t it happening?
He cried, working to signal his need when neither mate seemed to understand his desperation.
Clinging to Rue, the fingers in his ass were not nearly enough. He sobbed and kissed Rue mindlessly.
Needneedneed.
“Fuck, honey.”
He didn’t understand why Kendrick sounded pained when he was the one suffering. He rutted, rocking violently, seeking to fill the burning void consuming him from the inside.
His womb contracted harder than before and everything became a blur as his ass met cock and he mounted it unceremonially, releasing a crazed groan. He threw back his head, breathing erratically. It was better, but not enough, he needed more.
“Both fuck me… both fuck me,” he chanted, rocking on the cock in his ass, trying to make himself understood.
“He needs it, Kendrick.”
“What if I hurt him?”
“Hurting now,” Monty managed through the haze, desperate to make them see this was what he needed, or he’d simply fly apart into a million pieces and be no more.
“Honey, you need to hold still for me.” Kendrick’s hands soothed down his flanks, adding gentle pressure. His muscles rippled in agony. “Please, just for a few moments. Kiss Rue, concentrate on him for me.”
Rue's hands took hold of his head and angled it, then he was kissing him with the same mindlessness. He plastered himself against Rue, his tongue darting in between the full lips to taste, too desperate to have any kind of finesse. It was wet and wild. Rue then wrapped his arms around his upper body, holding him captive. Monty’s instincts kicked in and he fought to get what he wanted, then slumped against Rue when he felt Kendrick’s cock press against his already full ass.
Yesyesyesyesyesyes.
Pressure, it burned along every nerve ending in his body, and it still wasn’t enough. He needed it deeper. Harder. Needed to be so full that all he felt was his two mates and nothing else.
Sounds came at him through the sexual haze. He swallowed Rue’s hungrily as he continued to devour his mouth. Then Kendrick’s lips were next to his ear. “Push down, honey.”
It took longer than it should for him to compute what Kendrick needed from him. He bore down and, not giving Kendrick any chance to stop when his womb contracted again, slick spilling down his trembling thighs, he thrust right down the hard cock, squishing it right in with Rue’s.
“Argh,” Rue grunted, releasing his mouth.
“Yesyesyesyesyesyes.”
Rue’s slick and swollen lips gaped open as Monty placed his hands on his shoulders, not giving either mate a chance to stop him, and gave in to the maddening hunger.
“God save us,” said Kendrick in a hoarse groan.
There was no god here, just pure, unadulterated lust, driven by the need to mate. Driven by the two mates, his body was responding. The head of his womb opened as he fucked them hard and deep until he felt the press of their cocks at the entrance.
Sweat dripped and blinded him, not that he could see anything as he chased the need of his body. No part of him could think beyond it. It drove him into the abyss. He went willingly, despite there being no beginning and no end to what his body wanted. It was everything.
Like a pro surfer, he rode the waves as they hit with ferocious speed.
He couldn’t comprehend not riding the power of each wave as it rolled through him, over him, and out over his mates.
There were no thoughts of how to survive when his heart knew these men would sell their souls to protect him and their baby.
Because when Monty finally slumped over hours, maybe days later, he knew in his heart of hearts the three of them had made a baby.
Babies.
It floated around his mind, ping-ponging off his chaotic thoughts.
His body ached everywhere, but he had no regrets as he was carefully rolled onto his back. He peeled open one eye and grinned blearily up at the two men who gave him their hearts to cherish.
He placed a hand over his belly as warm clothes cleaned his skin, and murmured words of love filled his ears. If there were ever such a thing as rapture—then this was it. What else could it be when he was no longer a lonely otter? Nothing, absolutely nothing except rapture.