Dana Bell - Very Much Alive

"Love you, too."

"I wanna watch you fuck Jordan now."

Kir looked up at Jordan, the look on his face hotter than any fire Logan had ever started. “My pleasure.” And he stood with a grace and power that had Logan shivering in renewed desire.

Jordan gulped as Kir slinked out of the shower, hard, hot cock dripping wet from the water and waving menacingly in front of him.

When he held up one hand and crooked his finger, she nearly ran for it. Some primal instinct inside her told her that this was more than just a fucking from two hot men; this was a claiming, the two of them forever putting their stamp on her.

Like they didn't do that last night.

She moved forward like a sleepwalker, knowing that they'd already claimed her whether they knew it or not. She stepped into Kir's open arms, enjoying the feel of him as he wrapped himself around her. “Do your worst, blondie."

The snort from the shower had her grinning up at Kir, easing the strange tension that had filled her at Kir's command. She looked past Kir to see Logan washing up, his cock already hardening as he ran the washcloth over his body. “Yeah, babe. Do your worst."

"Oh, I intend to."

Jordan gasped as Kir picked her up, put her on the counter and entered her in one long, slow thrust. By the time he was fully seated she would swear she could taste him in the back of her throat.

"Love you,” he whispered against her lips before taking her mouth the way he'd taken her body, slowly and thoroughly.

She kissed him back, pouring all of her love into it, trying to say without words what she knew he wanted to hear.

"Fuck!” Kir's mouth lifted from hers with a gasp, his hips stilling in mid-thrust. “Logan, warn me, damn it!"

"You didn't honestly think you two were going to have all the fun, did you?"

Kir frowned over his shoulder. Jordan saw Logan, really, really close behind Kir. Kir was quivering, his eyes closing on a sigh as Logan's hips rolled.

"Logan, are you...?"

He laughed huskily. “Hot, wet, blond sandwich. Lunchtime."

Jordan shook her head, her eyes wide. Kir moaned. He opened his eyes and she gasped; the pupils were pure white.

Logan bit down on Kir's neck and thrust inside him once, twice, as hard as he could, pounding into Kir's ass. The movement pushed Kir into her and she groaned, wrapping her legs as best she could around both men.

She put one arm around Kir's neck, the other around Logan's, and squeezed her vaginal muscles as hard as she could.

Kir's eyes nearly crossed and he choked, throwing his head back to land against Logan's shoulder. “Do that again.” His voice deepened the way it had the other day, but this time instead of the instinctive fear she'd felt, tingles worked their way down her spine.

"Do what?"

"Both. Either. Fuck me, both of you."

Logan's gaze locked on her face. He blew her a kiss as flames began flickering in and out in his hair.

“Our pleasure."

There wasn't much Jordan could do, pinned to the countertop the way she was, but she did her best.

She pulled with her legs, tightening her muscles, loving the feel of Kir's cock fucking into her as Logan pounded into him from behind.

It was the weirdest, hottest thing she'd ever experienced. Logan's hands were on Kir's hips, fingertips digging in, pulling him back, and pushing him forward as he moved in and out, in and out...

Kir's hands were playing with her breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples, making them burn with need. Her pussy was clutching at him all on its own now as her arousal hit new heights.

"Stroke yourself, sweetheart. Come on Kir's cock."

She nodded at Logan and leaned back, resting on one elbow. She reached down and began stroking her clit, loving the little gasps and moans Kir and Logan made as they watched her.

Logan's strokes became faster, his thrusts harder. Kir's cock was swelling inside her, his face a study of tormented ecstasy.

His eyes closed on a groan, and opened again, the inhuman whites, grays, and blues covering them completely. A spring storm. I can see the storm in his eyes. He grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to him as Logan pushed at him from behind.

"Oh, fuck, babe.” Logan groaned and bit down again on Kir's shoulder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came in his lover's ass.

Kir's inhumanly beautiful eyes glowed as he gasped, “Come for me."

Jordan screamed, her whole body clenching around the cock in her pussy, her toes curling, her hands clenching.

Kir's roar of completion drowned them both out.

They collapsed together on the bed, too spent to do anything other than pant.

"Now do you believe me?"

She looked over Kir's heaving chest at Logan, and frowned. “About what?"

"We love you."

Kir watched with sleepy eyes as the two most stubborn people he knew stared at one another over his body. He put an arm around each of them and cuddled them against him. Neither one fought him.

He smiled, his heart turning over when their hands met on his belly and clasped.

"Yes. I believe you."

He waited, somehow knowing what was going to happen. The smile he felt Jordan hiding against his side might have been a big clue.

" And ?” Logan drawled. He felt Logan clutch Jordan's hand a little bit tighter.

"And what?” Jordan's muffled voice was filled with laughter.

"Isn't there something you're supposed to say back?"

She lifted her head from his side with a weary sigh Kir didn't believe for a minute. “Isn't that the woman's line?"

Logan growled.

Kir sighed and looked at Logan. “ I love you.” Then he looked at Jordan. “And I love you .” He smiled sweetly at Jordan. “See how easy that was?"

"You know, if I wasn't half-dead from exhaustion, I'd act all coy and ask you guys to prove it again.”

Her head settled on his shoulder and she yawned. “Haven't even had my caffeine yet, damn it.” Kir felt her grip Logan's hand back. “Makin’ me say I love you's before I've had my coffee. Pains in my ass."

Kir couldn't keep the grin off his face as he felt Logan collapse next to him in relief. “No, that would be pain in my ass.” He leered down at her smugly. “He'll be a pain in your ass tonight."

He started laughing when her jaw dropped open, her gaze surreptitiously checking out Logan's flaccid cock. He was still laughing when the two of them got up and headed into the kitchen for Jordan's all-important coffee, shaking their heads at him and grinning like children.

Jordan stared out the window at Rittenhouse Square, her jaw hanging open. “Kir?"

Logan shook his head, smiling. Apparently, they'd made Kir very, very happy, and Rittenhouse Square was now blooming with the results.

Kir was looking down at the Square with a smile. “Huh. Pretty."

Logan snorted.

Jordan rolled her eyes and turned away from the window. “Any news on Grimm?"

Logan stared down at her. “No. Why?"

"Because I'm going to go insane if I don't get out of this condo."

Logan leered at her. “We have ways to keep you busy.” He waggled his eyebrows.

"There are only so many times a day you can have sex."

"Sure. One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock..."

He grinned when she glared at him.

The strains of Enya's “Boadicea” drifted from the den. Kir went to the den and came back with Logan's cell phone. He handed the Bluetooth to Logan, who put it in his ear.

Jordan's eyebrows rose when she heard Logan's ringtone. “What is that?"

"Give me that.” Logan answered his phone, blushing. He glared at Kir, daring him to say anything, promising retribution if he did. I have got to change my ringtone.