Chapter 42 – Wave
Wave didn’t need more lube—her pet had prepped her ass plenty—but her mate still insisted. His lube-covered finger toyed with her pucker and Wave groaned into the pillow. She was on all fours, Irishen kneeling behind her.
“Ready, mate?”
“Fucking do it already,” she growled. Her mate was such a fucking tease. Delayed gratification, her ass.
Irishen chuckled softly. “I’m your mate, not your pet, princess. You’ll take my finger up your pretty ass when I tell you to, not sooner, not later.”
“I’m not—” Wave began, and Irishen pushed his finger in, cutting her outrage short.
The moan that tore through her made her throat raw.
The feeling of Irishen in the bond drove her wild.
Wave looked pleadingly at Jarred, who was leaning against the headboard, taking in the show and slowly jerking his own cock. She needed… “Give me your cock!”
“No,” Irishen replied calmly. “You’ll scream for me, mate. You can choke on Jarred’s cock later.”
“But I—”
Irishen’s cock nudged at her entrance. They had driven her to orgasm after orgasm with their fingers and mouths, but neither had fucked her. Yet.
“Please, please, please,” Wave chanted and pushed back.
“Are you ready to take me, mate? I won’t stop until I’m all the way in.”
“Yes, yes, please.”
“Then let me hear you,” Irishen growled. His finger kept pumping slowly, his other hand tightened on her hip, tight enough to bruise, and his cock pressed into her pussy.
Wave screamed. It was cold, so cold, so thick, so long.
Her pussy spasmed and tried to accommodate his girth.
Irishen kept pushing, not giving her space to escape.
If she hadn’t been so thoroughly soaked and beyond needy, she might have balked at the size of him.
Now she needed all of him inside of her.
The cold seeped into her, soothing the ache, and the finger in her ass kept her distracted just enough. His steady presence and hold kept her grounded.
“Oh fuck, love. You are taking him so perfectly. That giant cock sinking into the pussy I claimed.” Jarred’s harsh intake of breath pulled her gaze up and their eyes locked. His hand was squeezing his cock hard.
“That’s it, mate. Almost there,” Irishen grunted. Icy rivulets of power ran over her skin, teasing her nipples and clit.
Wave was sure she was stuffed beyond any capacity. “I can’t,” she moaned.
In response, Irishen teased a second finger into her ass. “You can. Think about when your pet will be able to claim your pretty ass. You’ll take us both at the same time someday, won’t you, mate?”
That idea stalled Wave’s brain. Everything in her stilled and relaxed. Irishen used that moment to push all the way in.
“There, good mate. Took all of my cock so nicely.”
“Ungh,” Wave moaned, not sure if she could ever move. Irishen let her pant through it, but he kept the fingers in her ass moving.
“Now, mate. I’m going to fuck you until you don’t remember your own name. Feel free to come anytime, as many times as you’d like.”
“But—”
Wave’s protest died on her lips when Irishen pulled back and thrust back in. The angle, the size of him, everything—he hit every single spot she knew she had, and found a few new ones on the way. And he didn’t stop.
The orgasm hit her like a wrecking ball and her mate fucked her right through it. Long, hard thrusts that gave no quarter. She hung on another edge when a sharp spank on her ass sent her over.
“No holding back on me, mate,” Irishen growled.
She was losing her hold on reality, swimming in a sea of pleasure, tremors wracking through her body. Irishen pulled his fingers out of her when that stimulation became too much. Then he pulled out of her and flipped her over. Wave whimpered at the loss of him.
“Shh, mate. I’m right here.” He spread her legs and settled between them. “Always, remember? I’ll always be here.”
“Pl-please,” she moaned, delirious. Needing something from him.
Irishen pushed back in and he somehow felt even larger now.
“Jarred, come on her breasts.”
Irishen’s command made Wave open her eyes. Jarred moved to kneel next to them and one of his hands reached down, bracketing the claiming mark on her throat, while the other pumped furiously on his cock. Hot cum spurted all over her in moments, and Irishen purred.
“His cum looks good on you, mate.” He pulled out and his cum felt icy in comparison when it splashed over her stomach and pussy. “So does mine.” He sounded so satisfied that Wave wanted to melt. “Now, let’s get you over the finish line, mate.”
“Wh—”
Irishen leaned down to kiss her, cutting her off. “Come for me, mate. Let me in.”
The demand to come, to surrender, to trust that he would catch her reverberated in the bond. It was so much clearer now, stronger.
Wave wanted to. She wanted to so badly, but she was lost in the haze he had created of her, for her. Desperately, she searched his gaze. Pleaded for help.
“Always, mate,” Irishen wowed. Then his palm crashed over her pussy, and Wave flew into oblivion.