Chapter 36 #2
On the screen, the movie couple was kissing in the garden during their reunion. In my real-life fantasy, another car passed by the road and sent a ribbon of light through the blinds over the three of us in the same bed.
My heart beat frantically in my chest as I waited to see what they would do.
Atlas smirked as he dragged me closer to him. “And tell us, mate, how do you want to be punished?”
Dorian helped me sit up. “She needs—”
“I need,” I interrupted, speaking up for myself.
Their awed silence made me hesitate.
It wasn’t often I was heard. No, that wasn’t right. Both of them had been listening and anticipating my needs since they first met me. No one said they were perfect. But they were mine.
“I need both my mates,” I said sternly, fighting against my instinct to shy away and let them take control. “I need a reminder that I’m yours and to be taught why I shouldn’t leave.”
In the quiet that followed, I almost took it back, but then Dorian groaned as he kissed my shoulder and Atlas buried himself between my legs again.
Shaking and on edge, Dorian coaxed me through the first orgasm that came too hard and too fast.
I panted as my thighs shook. Then tried to lie back on the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Atlas rose and kissed my lips, letting me taste my own sweetness there, before he propped himself against the headboard and fisted his length. “We’re just getting started. Climb up here and show me how you ride your mate’s cock.”
My wolf howled as I hurried to obey.
The burn was so damn good as my body adjusted to Atlas’s size. I shifted my hips, taking as much as I could inch by painful inch, until he stretched me impossibly wide.
It was easier to fit when I was in heat, but I loved this sensation too. How full he could make me.
I worked my hips up and down, hands planted on Atlas’s broad chest, as my body gave way to my mate’s girth. Tightness coiled low in me again. The ache resumed its build.
I was caught up in its demanding call, barely registering that Dorian grabbed something from his bag. The audible click of the cap on a lube bottle sounded behind me.
I froze.
“Don’t stop moving now.” Dorian pressed a kiss to my shoulder as the warm sensation of lube and his finger circled my second hole. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
Panting, I nodded, and kept moving up and down on Atlas’s cock. My claws dug into Atlas’s chest as Dorian eased a finger past my tight ring.
I moaned with it, relaxing, and not daring to stop as I fucked myself against the two of them.
With more lube, Dorian worked a second finger in. My body started to shake and I bit down on my lip so I wouldn’t scream and wake the whole hotel.
“That’s it,” Dorian coaxed. “You’re doing so well.”
“She’s perfect,” Atlas praised, grabbing my hips when I started to struggle to hold myself up and moving me in slow, languid strokes along his length.
The ache spread throughout me. A steady pulse building deep inside. I gasped, closing my eyes against the sensations, and then—
It stopped.
Atlas held me still as Dorian removed his fingers.
I cried at the loss of him.
“What’s wrong?” Dorian laughed as he pulled me back to kiss my forehead. “You didn’t think you’d get off that easily.”
There is nothing funny about this.
I tore my face away, looking at Atlas, who was grinning as he held himself perfectly still, not letting me move. “You don’t come until we say you do, princess.”
Traitor.
Frustration welled in me until Dorian pushed me forward against Atlas’s chest and the big brute rolled gently, cradling me so we were laying side by side.
I was still so wet and craving their touches, that when Dorian lifted up my top leg, I understood why they’d stopped.
“Tell us if it’s too much.” Atlas stole my breath in a sweet kiss that left me chasing his lips with mine.
More lube dripped down my ass and then Dorian was right there. His heat and firm length pressed against my back.
“Breathe for me,” he whispered as he turned my face to him and then kissed me, notching his head in.
I gasped as he let go of my chin and broke past the barrier.
Atlas thrust and Dorian stilled, letting him work me up again. Then he stopped and Dorian pushed deeper, inch by delightful inch.
Their scents enveloped me, as did their arms and praises.
A cocoon of masculine safety and hot as sin sex.
They touched me everywhere. Hands moving up and down my spine, over my hips and stomach, teasing and worshipping my breasts as they found a rhythm in tandem, moving patiently one after the other, until I was lost to them.
“Look at you, taking us both so well,” Dorian praised.
“More,” I cried against Atlas’s chest, not sure where they began and I ended. All I knew was I needed more of this. Forever. Deeper.
To never stop.
“You want more?” Atlas picked up his pace, grunting as he thrust into me. I was so wet now that I moved with ease, taking him as deep as he could go.
And when he did, I felt them both rub against me through my walls, impossible as that sounds.
Because they were in every part of me.
I was nothing more than sensation.
Putty in their hands.
Where Atlas’s thick cock filled me, Dorian was a piston pushing me past the edge. Harder and faster, they destroyed me, putting me back together in their hands.
I was a goner.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” Dorian commanded.
I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught, trying my hardest to obey.
“You’ll take my knot, princess,” Atlas ground out, thrusting, once, twice before he started to swell.
The pressure was too much.
Every inch of me shook with the effort to hold back. To give them what they needed as they took everything from me.
“Such a good mate.” Dorian thrust harder with each word. “Our perfect fucking Omega.”
“Please,” I begged, not able to take it any longer.
They didn’t let up.
“Tell us who you belong to.”
“You,” I cried. “Both of you!”
I opened my eyes to see Atlas staring at me with a look of reverence on his face. “You’re mine.”
“And mine.” Dorian extended a claw and circled it around my clit. “Now show us how pretty you are when you come.”
My orgasm was a bone-deep tidal wave, with my walls pulsing in tune with my heart and every nerve ending sparking at the same time.
“Dori-Las…” I slurred their names, combining them into one primal cry of lust as I grabbed them closer, trying to fuse them to my soul.
Atlas sank his teeth down into my neck and his knot swelled, stretching me wider than I could go and locking me in place. Dorian roared behind me as his teeth latched onto my shoulder just above the collarbone.
I screamed as my orgasm continued to ripple through me. Light called to darkness. Pain and pleasure became one. Spots danced on my vision. My soul tore itself into two just to slam back together. Bigger this time. Stronger. More.
With a roar, Atlas ripped his bloodied mouth away, taking my flesh and heart with him as his wolf flashed in his eyes. “Mine.”
“Ours,” Dorian panted, pulling himself out as his hot seed coated my back and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Forever. Ours.”
“Ours,” Atlas echoed as I floated back down from heaven, boneless and safe, tucked between the two of my mates as our bond snapped into place.
A deep rumbling sound came from both of their chests. Alpha purrs meant to soothe me, just like I was designed to soothe everyone else I touched.
Finally. My wolf let her tired eyes droop shut. It sure took them long enough.