Loribelle Hunt - Third Time Lucky

“You still haven’t answered Ethan’s question, Gabby,” Harris chided.

She met Ethan’s gaze and felt her eyes change, struggled to keep the wolf’s claws from poking through her fingertips as emotion and indecision raged through her. Did she love him?

She’d always loved him. She’d just never believed she could have him and keep herself at the same time. She still wasn’t convinced that was possible, but she was beginning to hope, and she knew she wanted to give it a shot. She didn’t want to live without either of them.

She couldn’t give him the words he wanted, though, not yet, but she couldn’t hold back the rush of emotion either, the love swelling and breaking free of the constraint she’d always kept it under. She didn’t have to say anything because he felt it through their bond. He threw his head back with a snarl and surged into her. His cock was thick and pulsing, filling her. His thrusts were fast and hard, left her keening as her body strained toward orgasm. She felt someone’s fingers on her clit, opened her eyes to see Harris smiling at her, working her.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Come, darlin’. Come now.” She let go. Ethan froze as her pussy clamped around his cock, his groan barely audible over the roaring in her ears. He didn’t come with her, but she couldn’t wonder why. She was flying apart, sparks exploding behind her eyes and firing every nerve ending in her body. It had never been this good, never this sweet, not even during the heat.

She felt the bonds on her wrists loosen and gentle hands rub the marks of her struggle against them. When Ethan rolled them over, still buried inside her, it took all her effort not to sprawl across his chest, but she didn’t think she had the energy to respond to the roll of his hips, the gentle thrust of his cock still filling her. He chuckled, gripped her nape, and tugged her up to brush a kiss over her lips.

“Did I wear you out, baby?”

“Hmm.” It was impossible not to be amused by the male satisfaction pouring through the bond. “I just need a minute to recover.”

Harris had other ideas, however. He reached across them and picked up the bottle of lube that was on the nightstand. They had used an anal plug over the weekend, and it had been incredible, but not like this. Not both of them at the same time. Fear mingled with excitement, and she trembled. Harris stroked a soothing hand over her back as he worked one lubed finger, then a second into her rear entrance.

“Shh, Gabby, easy. Just relax for me, darlin’,” he crooned.

He worked the fingers back and forth while she forced her muscles to relax. He didn’t give her time to tense up again once she was loose and ready. His fingers disappeared, and the head of his cock pressed against her, eased in just a bit before withdrawing. He took his time, working back and forth slowly, stretching her, until he pushed against the ring of muscle barring his entrance. She cried out at the pain when he pushed past it.

“I’ve got you, darlin’,” he whispered. “Relax. Breathe through it.” He wrapped an arm around her torso, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. At the same time, Ethan uncovered her clit with a firm brush of his thumb that made her keen. The pain in her rear, the pain from being filled by two big cocks diminished to nothing and grew into pleasure. When they started to move, one withdrawing as the other thrust deeply, it became something more than pleasure, something she couldn’t begin to name, much less describe.

She felt them inside her, twining their souls around hers. Desire, love, craving. Devotion. It heightened the physical sensations until she feared for her sanity. Until she feared she’d be lost forever. It was ecstasy and terror. Rapture and a curious, melting sort of pain. She knew that was the last of her defenses failing, the last of her barriers dropping when she felt Harris’s surge of triumph. Masculine and dominant, it should have worried her, but instead she felt comforted.

Treasured.

And they knew. They felt it. They fucked her harder. Ethan strummed her clit faster while Harris plumped and squeezed her nipples. It was too much, more than she could fight, and when Ethan growled at her to come, she did with an explosion so fierce her entire body locked up. She felt Ethan come next, his hot sperm spurting into her pussy, and Harris seconds later filling her ass. She sprawled across Ethan’s chest and swore.

“I am never moving again. Y’all have killed me.”

Chuckling, Harris withdrew, and she felt every inch of him, still half-hard, pulling out. He collapsed at her side, and she turned her head, blowing her hair out of her face to meet his smiling gaze.

“You loved every minute of it, darlin’.”

“Did I say I didn’t? I’m just not moving anytime in the next week or so.” Ethan’s hand moved up and down her back in long, lazy strokes. She loved when he did that. “No more running, baby?”

She thought it over before she answered. She really wasn’t fighting it anymore. A part of her had begun to accept, had begun to embrace these bonds.

“No.”

Even if she could free herself now, she didn’t want to. She sensed he wanted to talk more about that, but she felt too raw, the acceptance too new, and her body still hummed with satisfaction as lassitude set into her limbs. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift. Sleep wasn’t far behind. She stirred when one of them cleaned her with a damp cloth, but didn’t wake until dusk, and Ethan nudged her awake to get ready for the party.

* * * *

A couple of hours later, Gabby stepped to the edge of the clearing and joined Liza. The paladin glanced at the two men hovering behind her.

“Go find something to do for a bit, guys. I need a private word with my assistant.” They both hesitated, and Liza’s eyes narrowed in ire.

“Go,” Gabby ordered.

Ethan recognized the tone, and while he arched a sardonic eyebrow, he turned to obey, grabbing Harris’s arm to pull him along. Harris went, but the look he shot her promised retribution. She shivered. Maybe he’d tie her up again. When they were gone, Gabby linked her arm with Liza’s. She leaned into Gabby with a grateful smile.

“We could get some chairs,” Gabby offered softly.

Liza shook her head. “I’m fine. Just a little tired. It’ll pass.” Gabby knew better than to argue with that tone, so she looked around the clearing. She saw Caleb and Zach working through the crowd, and Caleb met her gaze, his expression a combination of worry and question. Gabby gave a slight shake of her head. She knew her alpha.

He wanted to march over and order Liza to sit or return to the house. If he did either, he’d have a fight on his hands, and it wasn’t necessary. Between Gabby and Harper, they would maneuver Liza into resting. As if the witch had read her mind, Harper stepped off the trail and approached them, smiling, her mates in tow carrying three chairs.

“Hey,” she said brightly as Jonas and Mick unfolded the lawn chairs and set them in a little semicircle overlooking the clearing. She was just beginning to show, and it was impossible not to grin at her joy. And laugh at Jonas as he glared and nudged her to sit. She rolled her eyes, leaned toward Gabby and Liza, and in a stage whisper said, “I’m helpless now, you know.”

“Get used to it. They don’t improve with age,” Liza grumbled, taking the center chair.

Harper shooed her mates off, and the three women sat in silence for several minutes.

Gabby kept a watchful eye on a group of rambunctious juveniles until raised voices from another part of the party caught her attention. She turned to see her parents arguing—big surprise—and rolled her eyes. She was getting ready to stand and intervene when her mother turned and winked at her. What the hell? Then her mother turned on her heel and stalked away from the party, her mates trailing along and grumbling.