Bonus Bree #4
Thane’s hand slides between my thighs while he’s still kissing Seth. His fingers find me—soaked, ruined—and he makes a low sound of approval into Seth’s mouth.
“She’s dripping,” Thane says when he finally pulls back, his lips wet and swollen. “Just from watching us kiss.”
“Told you she would be.” Seth’s voice is rough. His hips roll up against me, grinding his cock against my ass. “She’s been thinking about this for months.”
“Years,” I correct breathlessly. “I’ve been thinking about this for years.”
“Then let’s stop making you wait.”
Seth’s hands slide over my hips, pulling me more firmly against him while Thane watches with those silver eyes that see everything. Thane reaches out and traces one finger down the center of my body—between my breasts, over my stomach, stopping just above where I’m aching for him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Every time, I forget how beautiful you are like this.”
“Thane—”
“Patience.” He looks at Seth over my shoulder. “Get inside her. I want to watch.”
Seth doesn’t need to be told twice. He lifts me, positions me, and then he’s pulling me down onto his cock—thick and hot and stretching me open in one long slide.
I moan, head falling back against his shoulder. Seth is big—they all are, but Seth fills me in a way that always makes me feel claimed. Like he’s leaving his mark inside me just by being there.
“That’s it,” Seth breathes against my neck. “Fuck, Bree. You feel so good. Always so tight, no matter how many times—”
“Move,” I beg. “Please, I need—”
“Not yet.” Thane’s hand on my hip stills me. “I want a taste first.”
And then he drops to his knees in front of us.
Oh fuck.
His mouth finds me where Seth and I are joined—tongue dragging through my folds, circling my clit, tracing the stretched rim of where Seth’s cock is buried inside me. I nearly scream, my whole body jerking, and Seth swears viciously behind me.
“Jesus Christ, Thane—”
“I can feel you both,” Thane murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice making me clench. “Taste you both. Her arousal and your precome, mixing together—” His tongue flicks my clit and I sob. “—it’s intoxicating.”
He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me without warning, my pussy clamping down on Seth’s cock, my whole body convulsing. Seth groans and holds me through it, his cock twitching inside me, clearly fighting not to come.
Thane doesn’t stop.
He keeps licking, keeps sucking, working me through the aftershocks and then pushing me toward another peak. His tongue slides down to where Seth is stretching me, tracing the place where we’re connected, and Seth’s hips buck involuntarily—fucking up into me, pushing me into Thane’s mouth.
“Thane—” Seth’s voice is wrecked. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna come down your throat.”
Thane pulls back just enough to look up at us, his mouth slick, lips swollen, his eyes blazing silver. “Would that be a problem?”
“Fuck.”
“Later, perhaps.” Thane’s smile is wicked. “Right now, I have other plans.”
He rises fluidly, and I see him for the first time—really see him. He’s hard, his cock straining against his pants, longer than Seth’s but not as thick. Different. They’re all different, and I love knowing exactly how each of them feels inside me.
“I want to be inside you too,” Thane says. “Both of us at once. Can you take that?”
My pussy clenches around Seth at just the thought. “Yes. Gods, yes. Please.”
Thane strips efficiently—no show, just necessity—and then he’s there, pressing against me from the front while Seth holds me from behind. Two cocks, two men, both of them hard and leaking and desperate to be inside me.
Thane produces lube, slicks himself up, and positions himself at my entrance alongside Seth.
“Breathe,” he instructs. “Relax. Let us in.”
The pressure is intense—too much, impossible. I breathe out, consciously relaxing my muscles, and Thane pushes forward.
The stretch is obscene.
I cry out as he sinks in, inch by impossible inch, my body struggling to accommodate both of them. Seth is groaning behind me, his grip bruising on my hips, and I can tell from the way he’s shaking that he can feel Thane’s cock sliding against his own.
“So full,” I gasp. “I’m so full, I can’t—”
“You can.” Thane’s voice is strained but certain. “You’re taking us so well. Just a little more.”
He bottoms out, and for a moment, all three of us just breathe.
The room has gone quiet. I’m dimly aware of the others watching—Gray with Wes still tucked against him on the couch, Stellan’s hand frozen on Wes’s ankle, Rhett leaning forward in his chair, Jace for once in his life not saying a word.
Theo’s eyes are dark and fixed on us like he’s memorizing every detail.
“Holy fuck,” Jace finally breathes. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Shut up, Jace,” I manage, but there’s no heat in it.
“Never.” But his voice is rougher than usual, awed instead of teasing.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Two cocks inside me, stretching me to my limit, pressed so tightly together they can feel every twitch and pulse of each other. When Seth shifts, Thane groans. When Thane clenches, Seth swears. We’re connected—all three of us—in the most intimate way possible.
“Move,” I beg. “Please, I need you to move.”
They start slowly, carefully—Seth pulling back as Thane pushes in, Thane withdrawing as Seth thrusts up.
The friction is unreal, both of them dragging against my inner walls, never leaving me empty.
I’m making sounds I don’t recognize, high desperate keening noises, my nails raking down Thane’s back.
“Faster,” I plead. “Harder. I can take it.”
“You sure?” Seth’s voice is barely controlled.
“Fuck me.”
Something snaps.
They stop being careful. Thane slams into me as Seth drives up, and I scream—not in pain, in overwhelming pleasure. They find a brutal rhythm, alternating thrusts that keep me constantly full, constantly stimulated, every nerve ending in my body on fire.
“That’s it,” Thane growls against my ear. “Take us. Take everything we give you. You were made for this—made to be filled by us, fucked by us, owned by us—”
“Yes—” I can barely speak, can barely think. “Yes, yes, please—”
Seth’s hand finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles as they fuck me, and something inside me snaps.
Not breaks—releases.
The orgasm doesn’t crash over me. It pulls me under.
My vision whites out, my hearing goes distant, and my body stops being mine.
I’m shaking—or maybe convulsing—clamping down on both of them so hard they groan in unison, but I can’t respond because I’m not here anymore.
I’m just sensation. Just nerve endings firing and muscles clenching and wave after wave after wave that won’t stop coming.
Somewhere far away, I hear myself making sounds. Not words. Not moans. Something raw and broken and animal.
Tears are streaming down my face. I can feel them, hot and wet, but I can’t stop them. Can’t stop any of it. My body is moving on autopilot—clenching, rolling, taking—while the rest of me floats somewhere outside of it, shattered into pieces I’m not sure I can put back together.
“Jesus Christ,” someone says. Jace, maybe. Or Rhett. I can’t tell.
“She’s gone,” Seth breathes against my neck, awed. “Thane, she’s completely—”
“I know.” Thane’s voice is wrecked. “I can feel it. Fuck, I can feel everything.”
“Fuck, I can’t—” Seth’s rhythm stutters.
Seth buries himself deep and comes with a shout, his cock pulsing, flooding me with heat. The sensation of his release triggers Thane—I feel him swell impossibly bigger before he slams in one final time and spills.
Two cocks throbbing inside me. Two loads of come filling me at once. The bond blazes so bright I can’t see, can’t think, can’t do anything but shake through an orgasm that seems to last forever.
From the couch, Wes makes a broken sound and the Feeder magic spikes one final time, pleasure echoing through all of us, connecting us, binding us together.
When it finally ebbs, I’m sobbing.
Not from sadness. From overwhelm. From being so thoroughly claimed, so completely loved, that my body doesn’t know what to do with it.
“Shh,” Thane murmurs, pressing kisses to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. “We have you. We’ve got you.”
“That was…” Seth sounds as wrecked as I feel. “That was…”
“Yeah,” Thane agrees. “It was.”
The room settles into aftermath.
Not all at once—there’s no clean ending, no moment where everyone stops. Just a gradual slowing, bodies untangling and retangling in different configurations.
Wes is still on the couch, sandwiched between Gray and Stellan, looking thoroughly wrecked and completely content.
Stellan’s hand has found his ankle again.
Gray’s fingers are back in his hair. Something has shifted between the three of them—something that was always there but finally got spoken aloud.
Jace is sprawled in the armchair now, looking thoroughly debauched even though he never got off—his pants are still undone from earlier, his hair a mess, his mouth swollen from kisses I didn’t see him steal.
When Stellan catches his eye, something passes between them—a question, maybe, or an answer.
Jace’s mouth curves into something softer than his usual grin.
“Later,” Stellan says quietly.
“Yeah,” Jace agrees. “Later.”
Rhett is back in his spot near the fireplace, sprawled out and looking thoroughly satisfied. He catches me looking and his smile goes warm and knowing.
“Best view in the house,” he says. “Told you.”
“You watched most of it.”
“I watched all of it. Even when I had you against the wall, I was still paying attention to the rest of the room.” His smile widens. “Watched Seth and Thane fuck you at the same time until you cried. I know exactly what makes each of you fall apart.”
“And you file it all away.”
“And I use it.” His eyes darken with promise. “Like I did with you earlier. You think I didn’t notice how you react when someone calls you by a nickname? When someone tells you exactly what they need from you?”
My face heats. “Rhett—”
“I’m not complaining, firefly.” The nickname makes my breath catch, proving his point. “I’m just saying—I pay attention. And I remember everything.”
“That’s—”
“Hot,” Jace supplies from the armchair. “The word you’re looking for is hot.”
“I was going to say intense.”
“Same thing.”
Thane eases out of me carefully, and Seth follows, and the sudden emptiness makes me whimper. But then they’re both there—Thane pressing a kiss to my forehead, Seth pulling me against his chest—and the emptiness fills with something else.
They share a look over my head. Something has shifted between them too—the last wall crumbling, the last distance closed. They’ve been inside me together. They’ve kissed. They’ve felt each other.
There’s no going back from that. No pretending they’re just two men who happen to love the same woman.
Thane brings water. Actual glasses of water, distributed to whoever reaches for them, because even ancient vampires understand the importance of hydration. He presses one into my hands without being asked.
“Drink.”
“Thanks, mom.”
“Don’t test me.”
I drink.
Seth keeps me tucked against him on the chaise, one hand tracing lazy patterns on my hip. He likes staying close after—says it helps him believe it really happened. I used to think that was sad. Now I just settle into it, let him have what he needs.
“Theo really did a number on you,” Seth observes, pressing a kiss to my hair.
“He does that.”
“I know. I’m not complaining.” His arms tighten around me. “I like it. Getting you after you’ve already fallen apart once. You’re so much more… open.”
“Is that your way of saying I have control issues?”
“That’s my way of saying I love you.”
Eventually, we migrate to the bedroom.
The massive bed that cost more than my old apartment’s yearly rent—custom-made to fit everyone, because apparently that’s a thing you can just order—is a mess of bodies and blankets within minutes.
I end up in the middle. Not because I put myself there; because they arrange around me, the same way they always do, like I’m the point everything orients toward.
But it doesn’t feel like pressure anymore. Doesn’t feel like responsibility.
It just feels like home.
“Mira’s going to want pancakes,” Jace mumbles, face smushed into someone’s shoulder. “I’m calling it now.”
“It’s three in the morning,” Wes points out.
“She doesn’t care. She’s three. Time is meaningless.”
“You’re making them, then.”
“Obviously I’m making them. I always make them.” Jace yawns. “Holy-shit-we’re-alive pancakes. It’s tradition at this point.”
Something warm blooms in my chest. He’s been making those pancakes since the beginning—since that first impossible night when everything changed and he stood at a stove at dawn, cracking eggs like the world hadn’t just turned inside out.
“I’ll help,” Rhett offers from the outer edge of the pile.
“You’ll eat them before they hit the plate.”
“That’s helping. Quality control.”
“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Shut up and go to sleep.”
Thane makes a sound that might be a sigh or might be an exhausted laugh. “Four years,” he says, to no one in particular. “I’ve survived four years of this.”
“Survived?” Stellan’s voice is dry. “You love it.”
“I tolerate it.”
“You made water appear out of nowhere to make sure everyone stayed hydrated.”
“Basic caretaking. Don’t read into it.”
Seth snorts against my hair. “He’s such a soft touch.”
“I will end you.”
“You literally just tucked a blanket around Wes.”
“He was cold.”
“You checked if he was cold first. You asked.”
“I’m surrounded by idiots.”
I’m laughing. I don’t even know when it started, but I’m laughing, this exhausted, full-body laughter that makes my stomach hurt and my eyes sting. Theo squeezes my hand. Gray presses a kiss to my shoulder. Seth holds me tighter.
“This is ridiculous,” I manage. “All of you. This whole situation. It’s completely ridiculous.”
“Absolutely,” Jace agrees. “But it’s ours.”
The monitor on the nightstand glows green. Both lights steady. Both kids asleep, blissfully unaware that their parents are a chaotic tangle of limbs in a bed that shouldn’t technically exist.
Eight men. Two kids. One life that shouldn’t work but does.
If someone had told me this was possible—that I could have this, feel this safe and this wanted—I would have laughed in their face.
Then probably cried.
Then definitely run.
Thank god no one told me.
Thank god I found out for myself.
THE END