Chapter 41 #2
“That’s our good girl,” Zephyr murmurs, his praise sinking into her like a caress. The sound of it punches straight to my balls, dragging a low groan from my chest.
“Take her to the bed,” I command.
Zephyr gently removes her legs from around his shoulder before standing up.
He gathers Evangeline in his arms and carries her to the bed, where he sets her down on all fours at the edge, her ass in the air.
He can’t help himself and brings his hand down across her ass.
I wince from the loud sound of skin against skin.
I fear he hurt her until Evangeline moans, pushing her ass back.
“Again?” he asks with all the smugness he’s capable of.
Too gone for words, our girl just nods. So he does it again.
Twice in rapid succession, bringing his hand down across each ass cheek.
Like a wanton woman, our Evangeline can do nothing but scream in pleasure.
If I weren’t about to come from just watching them, I would have Zephyr play with her.
See if he could get her to orgasm just by spanking her.
But I’m just as wanton as she is, and I need her lips around my cock.
I come up behind Zephyr, and he tenses slightly at my approach.
I make quick work of his clothes, and he returns the favor until we are as naked as Evangeline.
I force him to turn in my arms, back to our girl before wrapping my arms around him from behind.
I bring my hand down to his cock, fisting it before pumping my hand once.
His low groan is my reward. “Bury this beautiful cock into that tight pussy. Show her how you make me beg for this pretty cock every night.”
“Fuck, Niko…” he growls, spinning in my arms before crushing his mouth to mine.
The kiss is brutal, claiming—teeth clashing, tongues tangling like he’s trying to brand himself into my very soul.
As if he hasn’t already carved himself there a thousand times over.
I can taste Evangeline on his lips, on his tongue, and the flavor ignites something feral in me, a need that roars hotter with every breath.
I break apart from him with great effort. “Sink into our mate,” I say again.
Zephyr gives me one last heated glance before turning his attention back to Evangeline. I move to get a better view of him fisting his cock, running it along her seam. She whimpers and presses back.
“I need it, Zephyr. Please. Give me your cock,” she begs.
Zephyr growls, and without further hesitation, he guides his cock into her pussy, burying himself to the hilt.
Evangeline screams, clawing at the bed. “So…big…” she gasps, taking deep breaths as her body gets used to him.
I move to kneel on the bed before her, cupping her pretty face and forcing her to look up.
My hard cock bobs between us, brushing against her cheek. Evangeline eyes it, licking her lips as if I’m offering her dessert rather than my cock. “You’re taking Zephyr so well, sweetheart. That pretty pussy is stuffed full. I wouldn’t want your mouth to get jealous.”
Evangeline’s eyes are glazed over in lust. She answers me by opening her mouth wide, tongue shooting out to lap at my cock. Precum forms on my tip, and my ravenous mate laps at it, not willing to waste any of my seed.
She moans around me as Zephyr drives into her from behind, the force of each thrust pushing her mouth farther onto me, forcing me farther down her throat.
I would be lying if I said seeing her gag around my cock didn’t light a fire within me.
The heat of her, the wet slide of her lips, the way her throat works to take me deeper—it’s nearly enough to break me.
“Gods, Niko,” Zephyr groans, voice ragged. “She’s gripping me so fucking tight. This pussy was made to take us.”
“It was,” I growl, fisting a hand in her hair and holding her in place while I fuck her mouth in slow, claiming strokes.
Her tongue flicks over my length with every pull back, swirling around the tip like she’s trying to drink me down before I’ve even spilled for her.
“Just like our cocks were made to please our queen.”
Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me like it’s her favorite job.
Behind her, Zephyr’s pace quickens to brutal and unrelenting.
Her moans vibrate along my shaft as she takes us both.
I don’t think I’m in charge of the situation anymore.
Not when I want to bend to her every whim.
“Open wider, sweetheart,” I order, and she obeys instantly, her jaw relaxing as I sink deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gags once, but instead of pulling back, she moans around me like the depraved little queen she is. She’s a godsdamned vision.
Zephyr’s thrusts grow sharper, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
The sound of her wetness, of skin against skin, fills the room, obscene and perfect.
“Fuck, she’s dripping down my cock,” he pants, leaning forward to bite at her shoulder.
I know he’s close. His body is wound too tightly, ready to let go.
I pull out just long enough to watch her lips glisten with spit and my precum. She gasps for air, her mouth still open, and I tap the head of my cock against her tongue. “Show him how much you fucking love this.”
She whimpers and wraps her lips around me again, sucking greedily. Zephyr’s rhythm falters for a moment before he slams back into her, making her cry out around me, a thin layer of sweat covering her body.
“You feel that, Niko? She’s clenching like she’s about to—” He cuts himself off with a guttural groan as she milks him.
“Not yet,” I grit out. “Make her beg first.” Perhaps it’s cruel, but I love hearing her begging.
Zephyr’s no better; his wicked grin flashes as he shifts his angle, one hand leaving her hip to find her clit.
He rubs in slow, deliberate circles, barely giving her enough to push her over the edge.
She whines around me, body twitching, torn between my cock filling her mouth and Zephyr’s thick length pounding into her relentlessly.
“Please… please let me come,” she gasps when I pull free again, a string of saliva connecting us. Her voice is raw and hoarse from sucking me.
“You hear that, Zephyr?” I rasp. “Our queen’s begging.”
Zephyr growls and slaps her ass, the sound echoing in the room. “Come for us, Evangeline.”
The effect is immediate—she screams, collapsing forward into my lap as her pussy pulses around Zephyr.
He fucks her through it, growling her name like a prayer, until his own release slams into him.
He comes and comes, his orgasm nearly shaking the entire room.
His groan is low, primal, and he buries himself deep as he spills inside her.
I’m not done.
While she’s still shaking, I push Zephyr back, pulling her upright just enough to flip her onto her back. Her eyes are hazy, lips kiss-swollen, but she spreads her legs for me without hesitation. I position myself and drive into her in one hard thrust, making her cry out again.
She’s soaked and warm with Zephyr’s cum, her walls still fluttering from her orgasm, and the sensation is too much.
I brace my hands on either side of her head and fuck her fast, rough, chasing that sweet, brutal end.
Zephyr kneels beside us, holding her hand, murmuring praise into her ear while I use her body like it belongs to me—because it does.
Just as mine belongs to her. This woman can have me in any way she wants.
“You’re ours,” I growl, my thrusts turning erratic. “Every inch of you. Every sound you make. Every breath you take.”
“Yes,” she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. “Yours… always…now fucking come.”
That’s all it takes. I slam in one last time and spill into her, groaning her name like a vow and a promise. My head drops to her shoulder as the aftershocks roll through me, my body finally loosening its hold on the desperate tension that’s gripped me since I thought I’d lost her.
When I finally pull out, she whimpers, but I hush her, brushing hair from her damp face.
Zephyr is already up, fetching a warm cloth.
Between the two of us, we clean her gently, every touch soft after the raw intensity of before.
She lets us fuss over her, pliant and smiling faintly like she’s exactly where she belongs.
We guide her to the center of the bed and slip in on either side of her, drawing the blankets over us. Zephyr tangles his fingers with hers while I curl into her other side, my hand resting over her stomach. The firelight bathes us in gold, its crackle the only sound besides our breathing.
She glances between us, eyes shining in the dim light. “We’re really doing this,” she whispers.
I kiss her temple. “We’ve always been doing this. Now it’s just…together. Like it should be.”
Zephyr meets my gaze over her head, and something passes between us—an unspoken vow to love her and keep her safe.
“I love you, Evangeline,” Zephyr whispers against her hair.
Our girl’s eyes flutter, a soft smile playing across her lips. “Love you. Both of you.” She no longer has the strength to stay awake, and a few moments later, light snores fill the air.
“She’s yours now,” I whisper to Zephyr.
Zephyr tears his gaze away from Evangeline, a tender softness to his expression. “No, she’s ours.”
Ours.
And together, we hold her until Zephyr’s soft snores join Evangeline’s. I’m left to admire my two mates. I’m a lucky man. I’ve always known this, but I don’t plan on taking them for granted. With one last kiss to both of their temples, I slowly let sleep claim me.