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ALBY
Oh my god, I can’t believe I just asked that.
And she said yes.
I don’t even know what I’m doing. I’ve only gone the full way with Ezla once, and she was riding me while I could only lay there uselessly, overwhelmed by all the new sensations I was experiencing.
Shit. I’m going to mess everything up—
My brain blanks as Ezla’s naked body appears in front of me.
“So beautiful, my shy boy,” she coos as she crouches down to my level and starts working on the rope around my wrists.
“Th-thank you,” I whisper shakily. “You— You’re stunning.”
Humming, she runs an absent hand over my hair, and I get tingles all over.
I notice her eyes sparkle as she places the rope on the floor beside us not a moment later, her attention zooming in on the marks left behind on my skin. “So pretty, all marked up for me,” she breathes, my ears having to strain to pick up on the words, before she demands, “Ankles.”
Shifting, I sit down on my backside and offer up my ankles. I’m mesmerised by the way her deep chestnut hair falls around her face, and I suck in a breath when it tickles my legs as her head dips.
She holds her hand out to me once she’s finished, and I blink up at her in a daze while I take it. Soft skin sliding against mine, she tugs me onto the bed with her.
“Untie me, Havoc,” Tate rumbles. “Need to feed you my cock.”
Taking the lube from Scotty on her way to the middle of the mattress, she says, “Scotty, please free him while I free Tiger.”
Tate curses and glares at Scotty when he goes to do as he’s told. “Fuck off. I only want my Havoc touching me.”
Scotty sighs heavily and looks at Ezla, who’s already found Tiger. “Do as I said, Scotty,” she orders without looking at either of them, and I take the small bottle from her hand when she holds it out to me behind her back. “He needs to learn patience.”
Growling, Tate continues to glower at Scotty as he reaches for his chain, but he doesn’t protest again.
He and Tiger are free in no time, and the latter flutters his lashes enthusiastically before a high-pitched squeal of excitement escapes him as Ezla drags his entire weight into position beneath her in the centre of the bed, lower down than she and Cooper previously were.
She straddles him without preamble, then snaps, “Tate, kneel on the pillows.”
“Yes, Havoc,” he rumbles, practically launching himself into position by Tiger’s head.
“Tater Tot, those piercings look painful.”
Wrapping his hand around his length protectively, Tate narrows his eyes down on him. “Stop looking at Havoc’s cock.”
“I didn’t mean to.” He pouts boyishly. “It’s just right in my face.”
Tate’s lips purse. “Then close your eyes.”
“But then I can’t see Ezzy.”
Grumbling under his breath, Tate dismisses him to fix obsessive eyes on Ezla as she grips Tiger’s shaft and turns her head to pin her intense gaze on me over her shoulder. “Come closer, slut.”
“I . . .”
Do not be nervous. Her voice finds me in my mind, and I know she’s spoken directly into it without my brothers able to hear. You will not get it wrong whatever you do. You know I adore your clear inexperience. Butterflies are flitting around in my belly when her tone hardens. Now come here.
Swallowing hard, I inch my way forwards.
“Good boy, Alby. Now . . .” As she pumps Tiger a few times, his eager moan bounces around the room, his legs jerking to almost whack into mine as my knees have to go either side of them. “Careful, my wild one. Let Alby get into position.”
“Yes, DN,” he groans, and I carefully inch closer until I’m right behind her.
“Good.” Rubbing Tiger’s tip through her soaked folds, pulling another unabashed noise of anticipation and pleasure from him, she commands, “Now pour some of that lube into your palm and stroke yourself for me, my shy boy.”
Whimpering, my trembling hands fumble with the bottle.
Once I’ve opened it up, I tip the liquid generously into my palm, then close it again and set it down beside me as I nervously rub my hands together.
Next, I take a deep breath and bring my hand to my length, hesitantly curling my fingers around the shaft and moving my fist back and forth.
As I do, my eyes blow wide in time with Tiger’s, “Oh, Ezzy. Oh my god,” as she sinks down onto him, seating him snugly inside of her when she settles her weight fully on him, their lower halves flush together.
Ezla lowers herself so that her breasts press to his chest, and his arms whip out with energy to band around her. Happily hugging her to him, he groans, “It’s so good, Ez. So, so good, I could die.”
She hums, not protesting as Tate’s hands greedily find her next, fingers tangling in her hair. “Me next. I want to feel you wrapped around me, Havoc.” His voice is a low rumble.
“Where are your manners?” I swear I can hear Ezla’s imperious raised brow.
“Please,” he begs without hesitation, guiding her closer to his cock while his hips move forwards. His expression is almost pained. “Fuck, please, baby.”
“Give it to me now, Alby,” is the last thing she says before she gives Tate what he’s aching for.
Gasping, my eyes pop even wider open as he groans manically in response to her plush lips wrapping around his thickness and sliding down without teasing him.
Head thrown back, his eyes squeeze shut, and he trembles uncontrollably, the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds on to her.
It’s not to control her movements but to anchor himself as she bobs her head, though his hips jerk involuntarily every so often as his body reacts to her.
Alby.
I jump at Ezla’s snapped word in my mind. Called to attention, I fling myself back into motion, hurrying to get myself notched at her back entrance.
She’s risen off Tiger so that only the tip of his length is left inside of her now, offering herself up to me, and my next breath is choked as I feel the head of me at her asshole. I inhale sharply. “I-I-I—”
Fuck me. Simply do what feels right. Move your hips the way you thrust into your hand the other day.
Another whimper leaves me, and I send back a hasty, Yes, Ezla. With only a beat’s more hesitation as I struggle to batter back my insecurities, I press into her.
My breath gets caught in my throat as I feel her body giving way to me, the crown of my cock being accepted past the tight ring of muscle. Her tightness sucks me in, and I mewl, hands quickly grabbing her hips for support.
The degrees of my body flares up impossibly fast, groin tightening as I gradually move deeper into her, and I can only hope I don’t ruin this by coming really fast like I always seem to.
It momentarily makes me wonder if I’m broken, but Ezla’s muffled moan discards any of those thoughts, as does her hand whipping out to grasp my thigh, her almond-shaped nails digging into my skin.
“Sh-shit!” My hips jolt forwards without my consent, shoving me the rest of the way inside her. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry,” I blurt, but it comes out half strangled because holy hell she feels amazing. She’s hugging me so tightly, the grip so firm and unyielding—
Do not be. Simply fuck. Me, she hisses through the bond.
Breathing quick and shallow, my heart pumps the blood around my body at triple its usual speed as I rush to pull my hips back.
Another choked sound gets caught somewhere in me as her walls try to keep me inside her, and the noise that does manage to come out when her firm grip strokes me so strongly is embarrassing, but I can hardly spare a thought for that right now.
When Ezla moans again, Tate hisses. “Fuck yeah, keep doing that. Feels so fucking amazing, Havoc. Fucking love you.”
“Can I move yet?!” Tiger’s eager voice comes next.
Tate groans roughly at her noise of assent forming around his cock, and I hear her words to Tiger through the bond: Make sure you are in time with Alby. It may be easier for you to move in and out of me at the same time.
Tiger sends a naked picture of himself saluting as he stands like a soldier. Yes, ma’am.
My next noise is strangled as the pressure increases when he pushes back inside her in sync with my own movement.
“Mhmm, yeees, Ezzy,” he groans, then quickly asks, his need to know he’s pleasing her clear, “Is it good? Does it feel good for you too? I’m such a good boy for you, right?”
Copying his pull out of her, then his slow thrust back in, I add my own question, head light from the pleasure. “A-am I? Does this—does this feel nice? Am I doing it right?”
Yes. You are both perfect, my sluts. My whores.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Look at you taking three cocks,” Tate grunts before I have time to bathe in my relief and ecstasy.
I gasp, the fire on my skin spreading to encompass the entirety of me as he continues huskily, “You fucking love it, too, don’t you, baby?
You love being worshipped like the queen you are. ”
“Empress,” Tiger moans out to correct him, and Tate grins salaciously while his eyes light with increased desire and excitement.
“Empress, huh? Yeah she is,” he groans, large hand tightening on the back of her head.
He thrusts himself into her with a few jerky pumps of his hips before they slow, like he can’t decide whether he wants to simply fuck her face or enjoy the sight of her lavishing him.
“Our empress. Soon, we’ll make you the ruler of the world, Havoc. ”
Hips subtly grinding, his eyes roll to the back of his head at whatever Ezla’s tongue does to him in reward, and her muscles grip me tighter in time with Tiger’s wanton keen to tell us all how much she likes the sound of his words.
When Tate’s eyes regain focus, he appears fascinated by the sight of me and Tiger moving inside of our Bonded, our pace picking up when her sinful voice demands it of us in our heads.
“Yeah . . . shit. Didn’t think I’d be into this,” he mutters more to himself than us.
“But fuck, Havoc, I think I could watch you be fucked by my brothers all day.” I nearly choke on my saliva.
“Watch you get exactly what you deserve . . .”