Chapter Thirty-Five
The days took on a calm rhythm, with Freya working at the gym and the twins accompanying her everywhere.
Days full of work—which, as Tanya never tired of saying, didn't kill anyone—and nights full of passion, where the twins continued to please her with their hands and mouths, but still without consummating the act. And Freya was becoming increasingly frustrated. It was true that she had suffered immense violence in Lewis’s hands, but the twins had already shown her more than once the other side of passion.
She wanted to advance to the next stage but didn’t know how to approach the subject.
Until she realized they were waiting for her to give the signal.
It was just like they always said, “Words!
We're not inside your head to guess what's going on in there!” So, one night she mustered her courage, and when Ciaran lowered his head to kiss her, she placed a finger on his lips and pulled it away slightly.
His expression softened when he saw her nervously lick her lips and say, “I want you to make love to me.”
“I’m trying,” he said, in a frustrated, albeit slightly amused tone.
“No, you don’t understand. I want you to mate me.”
They froze instantly.
“Are you sure, little one?” asked Declan in a low voice. “Because once we start ... we’ll need to complete it. Our wolves won’t allow us to retreat.”
“I’m sure.”
****
Ciaran picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. At that moment, she looked healthier than ever, with rosy cheeks and a weight more appropriate for her height. She was beautiful ... and she was theirs. All theirs.
He carefully laid her on the bed and began to undress her, watching her eyes widen as she saw his muscles ripple while he removed her shirt and trousers.
Next came her underwear, and he saw how her eyes had shrunk to black pupils.
But beyond the desire, there was a certain residual fear, the origin of which he could understand, but which was slowly killing him.
Declan reappeared on the other side of the bed, fully naked, stroking his cock. She licked her lips, but in that moment, Ciaran attracted her to him and hungrily ate her mouth.
“Lick her pussy, brother. Prepare our girl for us.”
He laid her on the bed and positioned himself between her legs, licking her along her crack.
He didn't just lick her; he took possession of her pussy, sucking and licking until she writhed on the bed.
He inserted one finger, curving it to reach that special place inside her, and she exploded immediately with a silent scream, her mouth open.
“Good girl,” praised Declan, still stroking himself. He watched as her half-lidded eyes followed his movements, and he purposely caressed himself, from tip to base and back again. She licked her lips again and opened her mouth. “You want this, little one? You want your mate’s cock?”
With that silent communication twins had, they exchanged one look and that was all it took.
Ciaran put her on her knees, testing her wetness with his fingers and feeling how soaked she was, both from his tongue and from her orgasm.
Declan caressed her lips with the rounded tip of his cock, and she hesitantly licked the tip.
He hissed, but touched her head, orienting her on how to do it.
It was as if she was a virgin—and in many ways, she was—inexperienced, but all theirs.
She tensed when she felt Ciaran’s tip tease her entrance, and Declan asked in a mutter, “Are you still with us, little one? Look at me, look at who’s loving you... ”
Ciaran hissed when he entered her. Her body was tight and fighting the invasion, and he felt he’d die if he had to stop. But he would, for Freya, his mate, his love.
“So good, taking your mate’s cock so well,” cooed Declan, sustaining her eyes.
There was arousal there, but still a small glimpse of fear.
Ciaran slammed home and she cried, the sound muffled by Declan’s cock in her mouth.
They took their time, massaging her scalp and her lower back, and Ciaran asked through clenched teeth, “Are you okay, angel? Are you still with us?”
****
For the first time, they didn’t ask for words, as her mouth was full. She thought that too, because her lips parted in a smile.
“I’m going to start moving, angel,” said Ciaran, and gently left her body, only to return.
His lovemaking was careful, but that was not what Freya wanted. She wanted more, more of them, more of the wonderful sensations they were giving her. She tried to take more of Declan’s cock, but her eyes watered when he reached the back of her throat.
“Easy, little one, relax ... you won’t be able to take me all at once...”
And she wasn’t. They were big, and she felt full, impaled at both ends. But it was so good.
They both increased their movements, the grunts and sloppy sounds of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
Freya’s eyes never left Declan’s, not even when she could see his eyes changing colors.
Their wolves were surfacing, but for the first time she wasn’t afraid.
They protected her, they wanted her ... and she wanted them.
Ciaran’s hand went down and started to furiously rub her clit, while Declan was fucking her mouth fiercely. Tears fell down her face, but she wouldn’t allow him to retire, she wanted everything.
She cried her second orgasm of the night and almost immediately they grunted in response.
They flooded her in cum, with Freya swallowing everything while Declan stared at her, fixated.
Some trickled down the corners of her mouth, and Declan, fascinated, gathered it with his fingertip and put it in her mouth, feeling her lick it eagerly.
“Our perfect little mate,” he sighed while she dropped, tired. Ciaran left to retrieve a wet cloth, cleaning her carefully, while Declan cradled her in his arms. The air was heavy with their scents combined, of sex and sweat ... and joy. There was no fear in the air. Freya had conquered it.
They touched her, marveled at the softness of her skin. Ciaran’s fingertips were massaging her breasts, awakening her desire again, while Declan kissed her fervently, tasting himself in the process. They maneuvered her so that she was on top of Ciaran, her wetness dripping to him.
“Do you think you can take us both, little one?”
“I just did...” she said, her mind lost in a haze of lust.
“But we want more, little one.”
“Yes...” she sighed, moving her hips against Ciaran’s cock. She was almost boneless due to her orgasms, but they were awaking her again, their hands and tongues everywhere.
They lifted her up and Ciaran caressed her entrance with the tip of his cock.
He felt it swollen and wet, ready for him.
He let her impale herself on him and hissed between his teeth when he felt her tighten her inner muscles around him.
He helped her ride him, her skin sweaty and feverish, while Declan squeezed and twisted her nipples, in a delicious pain that only excited her even more.
She came again, falling almost boneless on top of Ciaran, panting, completely out of breath. Something cold touched her back and immediately she felt Declan’s fingers caressing her asshole.
She mewled, not entirely sure she wanted it, but they whispered sweet words next to her, teasing her. One finger entered her ass and she tensed, her fingers rigid on Ciaran’s shoulders.
He cooed sweet words, his hands running along the length of her back, while Declan continued to prepare her. They were both hard as steel, despite having already orgasmed, and she was curious, but also a bit afraid.
A second finger joined the first, accompanied by more cold gel and she shivered.
He was now scissoring inside her, and she couldn’t tell if she liked it or not.
She mewled again, but Ciaran took possession of her mouth and grunted when she moved.
She was still impaled in him, her wetness dripping to his balls.
Declan’s fingers disappeared and she tensed when she felt his cock take their place.
“It will be good ... relax, little one,” he cooed. She tried to fight the invasion, and despite all the burning sensation ... something more was happening inside her. Feeling them both at the same time was exhilarating.
“Your body was made for us, angel.”
“Take it, little one. Take me whole!” grunted Declan, before sliding all the way home, and Freya screamed.
“I’m so full...”
“Do you want us to stop?”
“If you stop, I think I’ll die.”
After making sure she was okay, they started to move, in tandem. Disjointed sounds, moans, and small cries escaped her throat, growing in intensity as their movements intensified. She felt hammered from both sides, and it was an unbearably pleasurable situation.
“I’m going to...”
It happened too fast. As soon as she reached her peak, she cried her pleasure and Declan and Ciaran, each on their own side, felt their canines elongate and bit her neck, marking her.
Freya saw stars and cried again when they roared their release.
They collapsed into a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths.
They licked her neck wound and saw how it healed before their eyes, leaving a full moon with two howling wolves, one from each side.
They had mated. And their mate lay boneless between them, cum dripping from her body. She seemed utterly spent and well fucked. Inside their heads, their wolves were howling in satisfaction.