Chapter 52
Raye would — what? Seat herself upon Gaelfr? Swallow his seed?!
Raye and Gaelfr both froze at once, staring at each other with wide, arrested eyes, while Kalfr huffed a sound that might have been a laugh, or a groan. “Come, you two,” he murmured. “I can scent you. You cannot tell me you do not wish for this?”
Raye stared at Kalfr, still frozen, but for her heart now thundering panicked against her ribs. Kalfr still really — wanted that? With them? But — but —
Her helpless glance toward Gaelfr found him staring at Kalfr too, and looking just as stunned as she felt. While Kalfr glanced back and forth between them, the hunger in his eyes rapidly fading, in place of that cool, careful distance.
“Not even once?” he asked, too lightly. “You can yet feed her after, Gael, if that is your wish.”
Right. Because that was what Gaelfr had claimed to want, right? He’d claimed that he preferred tending and watching them, and helping to build their bond. Pretending that it had nothing at all to do with him wanting to give Kalfr another son, wanting to keep him safe, make him stay…
And now, Kalfr was challenging Gaelfr on this.
Testing him and Raye both, in a way that made it impossible to lie, to deny.
Because there was no way either of them could say they didn’t want this right now, not with Raye’s slick body clamped around Gaelfr’s rock-hard shaft, all but begging him to put it inside her.
And surely Gaelfr knew that, too, studying Kalfr with his brow furrowed, his nostrils flaring, as though he was attempting to pull apart some complicated puzzle.
Trying to decipher what Kalfr wanted, perhaps, to determine what kind of test this was.
Had Kalfr suspected they’d been lying about the loom?
Or was he just trying to make sure Gaelfr and Raye wanted each other?
Or could it just be another punishment, another way for Kalfr to wield his power over Raye, by making her grow and birth the son of the orc she’d hated?
Or worse — Raye could see the thought cross Gaelfr’s eyes, just as it struck her, too — could this just be another part of Kalfr’s plan?
His sacrifice? Was he just trying to bind her and Gaelfr closer together, so he could run off in six days, and offer himself to their enemies?
While being certain that Gaelfr would now stay, and keep their sons safe?
There was another frozen moment’s silence, during which Kalfr kept gazing coolly at Gaelfr, and Gaelfr kept searching him in return, his nostrils flaring. Scenting Kalfr, smelling it, weighing the possibilities. As if he was… considering it.
“You swear you truly wish for this between us, ástin mín?” Gaelfr finally asked. “Upon the goddess?”
Kalfr’s nod was instant, as undeniable hunger, or even longing, flared through his eyes. “I swear, Gael,” he murmured back. “I have always wished for this between you. From the start.”
From the start. The vision of that fateful long-ago night smeared behind Raye’s eyes, how she’d hollered at them out her front door, sent them away forever.
But now they were here, they’d agreed to do this together, to learn to meet and trust each other — and whatever Kalfr’s motive, it was clear he wanted this.
And what if this was just something else that might help him, or make him stay?
And Raye and Gaelfr had both sworn to do whatever it took…
“Ach, then,” came Gaelfr’s reply, firm and decisive, as his warm hands settled against Raye’s hips. “Just this once.”
Raye’s eyes snapped wide and disbelieving back to his face, because Gaelfr was saying — yes? Now? And he was just — deciding this, without even consulting her?
But as he glanced back toward her, steady and stubborn, she realized that he already knew she would agree. He already knew how much she wanted this. Gods, she was still straddled wide over him, dripping all over him, even with this new, menacing danger whirling through her thoughts.
If they did this, she could have Gaelfr’s son. Gaelfr’s son.
But Kalfr’s eyes had softened again, flickering into something warm, hungry, relieved.
And his hand was moving again, easing up and down Gaelfr’s bare sputtering shaft, and guiding it up closer toward Raye.
And all she had to do was take a breath, and lift herself up, line herself up.
So Kalfr could slide Gaelfr’s slippery head down over her coarse hair, up into —
Raye gasped as Gaelfr’s slick blunt crown settled there, catching with such ease into her open crease.
Only nudging slightly up within, but oh, she could feel it already pulsing, spurting its hot fluid up inside her.
Gaelfr’s seed, there, this was so dangerous, so stupid — and she was spasming back against it, kissing it with furious desperation. Wanting it. Wanting him.
She couldn’t follow whether Gaelfr pushed up, or she pushed down — but suddenly, there was more.
More of that thick pulsing flesh, now driving up inside her with devastating purpose.
Spreading her out wide around it, stretching her just to the edge of pain.
And as it kept sliding, kept taking, Raye wildly wondered if all Gaelfr’s preparation, all his brazen plundering with his hands and his tongue, might have also been…
for this? Could he have been readying her not just for Kalfr, but for himself?
But there was no asking, no speaking, not like this.
Not with Gaelfr still filling her, conquering her — and with her welcoming it.
Trembling, and gasping, and squeezing frantically back against him, caught in the dizzying rawness of it, the impossible closeness, the shocking treacherous intimacy.
Gaelfr was in her, almost all the way now, and he was quivering too, both inside and out.
His breaths shallow, his hands shaky against her hips, his eyes dropped to the sight of Raye’s stretched body taking him, swallowing him whole.
They both hissed as they made full contact, Raye’s opened crease pressed tight against Gaelfr’s groin, his cock bottomed out deep inside.
Both of them still spasming and squeezing against each other, as if speaking an obscene silent greeting.
Saying, So this is what you feel like. Make me feel it more. More.
“Good,” cut in Kalfr’s low, silken voice, and when Raye shot a wild-eyed look toward him, he was wickedly smiling, and oh, that was his warm hand, stroking against her trembling back. “My ástvinur feels good inside you, Raye, does he not? It pleases you, to sheathe his strong fat prick thus?”
Raye compulsively nodded — there was no denying it, not now — and Kalfr’s smile softened, his eyes glancing toward Gaelfr. “And you, Gael?” he murmured. “Tell me. How does our mate feel, when she is seated whole upon you?”
Gaelfr’s eyes fluttered, and a brief, betraying groan escaped his throat. “This is — good,” he muttered back, his voice cracking. “Tight. Hot. Soft. Ach.”
Kalfr’s chuckle was low and indulgent, and his arm around Gaelfr’s shoulder gave him a reassuring squeeze, even as his eyes found Raye’s face again. “You are my ástvinur’s first woman, saeta,” he said. “Just as you were mine. I thank you, for granting him such a gift with me.”
Oh, hell. Raye’s body quivered as she fervently nodded again, and that stunning new awareness skipped through her thoughts. Gaelfr hadn’t done this with a woman before? Ever? And now he was doing it, here, with her?
And that — meant something. To Kalfr, and to Gaelfr, too.
Because the way Gaelfr was looking at her now, the way he was blinking, his eyes strangely bright as he swelled and spasmed inside her — it meant he wanted this too, and maybe he even wanted the son, and it was so strong she could scarcely bear it.
She needed this so much, needed even more of it, and she could be honest, be brave, try to trust them…
“Do you think,” she gasped toward Kalfr, “you could do it with us, too? Together? Like — we did at the mountain?”
They hadn’t done it like that since then, but despite the heat now burning in Raye’s cheeks, that was exactly what she wanted most, in this moment.
She wanted to see that flash in Kalfr’s eyes, the hungry flare of his nostrils.
And she wanted Gaelfr to let out that low, guttural groan, throbbing fast and hard inside her, his eyes blazing on Kalfr’s face.
“Ach,” he breathed. “Do this with me, ástin mín. I wish to feel you thus.”
Kalfr’s nostrils flared again, his eyes hooded, and he licked his lips as he nodded. “Ach, Gael,” he breathed back. “We will fuck and fill our mate together.”
Raye’s groan shuddered through her entire body, and when Kalfr shifted around to kneel behind her on the sofa, straddling over Gaelfr’s thighs too, she arched back toward him, and willed herself to open.
Waiting for that warm, gentle touch of Kalfr’s slick head nudging against her, finding its place, opening her up…
And as he slowly began to breach her, carving his way inside her alongside Gaelfr’s thick, forceful occupation, there was no denying it, no pretending. Only the visceral, powerful truth of both of them splitting her, skewering her, sharing her. Wanting her.
“Good,” Kalfr breathed, hot in Raye’s ear, as his hands found her arse-cheeks and spread her wider, making more room for his ever-sliding length, oh gods. “You yet feel so good here also, saeta. More.”
Raye shuddered again, and a loud, jagged cry tore from her mouth as she fought to relax, to take in more.
But it was so overwhelming, the strength of them, the ache of them, the way Gaelfr’s eyes burned on hers, the way Kalfr groaned in her ear as he kept invading her, conquering her, shoving her full of so much orc she could scarcely think, scarcely breathe —
“Oh,” she moaned, hoarse and helpless, as Kalfr finally sank his full length in alongside Gaelfr, his hips pressing tight against her arse. “Oh, fuck. Oh, please. More.”