Having Sienna with us is a new experience, and he raises his eyebrow at me as we explore each other, the three of us filling the air with harsh breaths and broken gasps.
“Logan,” I say slowly. “Where do you want us?”
Sienna blinks, before her eyes fill with interest. Logan presses a last kiss to her shoulder. “I want you both,” he says at last. His eyes heat as he gestures, and I twist, taking our Soul Bonded with me and laying her out on the wide couch. There’s plenty of room for me to kneel between her legs, her knees up as she looks between us.
“What now?” she asks, biting her lip. In answer, I look at Lo.
“I think our Soul Bonded is wearing too many clothes,” he says, a small smirk appearing on his face. “Take them off, Gray.”
I slide my hands up her thighs and slowly peel her underwear away, revealing her soft, pink slit, already shining with slick. She squirms, and Logan strokes his hand over her hair from where he’s stood. “I want to watch Gray fucking you, Bonded. Then, I’m going to fuck him, while he’s inside you. How does that sound?”
Sienna moans, her pupils dilating. “Yes.”
My hands shake as I undo my jeans, my cock springing out, hard and ready as I press it into her dampness. I coat myself in her slick, working my cock up and down as she trembles beneath me. Logan moves behind me, his hands slipping down and cupping my bare ass as he pushes the rest of my jeans down.
“Look how wet you are, Bonded,” he purrs, the vibration pulling a shiver from my chest as he nips my ear. “You’re going to look so beautiful with Gray’s cock buried inside you.”
Sienna raises her hips, her eyes meeting mine in a plea. “Now, Gray.”
I don’t make her wait, pulling her hips up and sinking into her in one, smooth thrust that makes Sienna throw her head back, her groan rolling out across the room.
I start out gentle, gradually upping my pace as I pour all of the frustration and want I’ve been carrying around for weeks into my Bonded, our bodies slapping together, her moans coaxing me on as I give her everything I have.
Until a hand wraps around my throat. “Enough.”
Sienna’s eyes flutter open as I force myself to stop, panting as I run shaking hands over her skin. Logan shifts behind me, his hand cupping the area where Sienna and I are joined and gathering up fluids. His hand lands on my back as he pushes me forward, until my chest is pressed against Sienna’s. Leaning down, I kiss her gently, feeling her gasp as Logan holds her legs, cupping behind her knees.
“Still with me, baby?” he asks her, and she nods. I drop my head into her neck as he pushes into me, working his way in, inch by tortuous inch until he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck,” I curse, and Sienna lifts her arms, wrapping them around my neck as Logan starts to move in shallow thrusts, getting us both used to the movement as he pushes my hips into Sienna’s softness.
Both of us are entirely controlled by him, our eyes locked as our breathing speeds up and she throws her head back against the brown leather.
Logan rolls his hips into me, and I shudder as my release hits me in a rush. Sienna cries out as I jerk, coming in hot, thick pulses inside her, her pussy contracting around my cock as she twists her fingers into my hair. My knot slips in easily, locking into place inside her.
Logan growls, his pace slowing as his knot pushes at me, demanding entry. “Jesus,” I groan, my eyes closing. Sienna arches her back underneath me, her legs opening wider as I settle amongst them, Logan filling me with his cum.
We lie there, sticky and breathless, my arms shaking as I settle carefully onto her, trying not to squash her with my weight. Logan balances his arm next to Sienna’s head as he leans in. I feel the graze of his lips on my shoulder. “Was that – are you—,”
“Again,” Sienna groans. She throws a hand over her eyes. “We need to do that again. The other way around, too.”
Logan laughs as he rests against my back, the three of us settling in to wait for our knots to release us.
I am absolutely not going to argue with my Soul Bonded.
53
JAX
“I’m ready.”
Turning, I swallow down the lump of emotion in my chest. “Shortcake. You lookedible.”
She always does. But tonight, dressed in skin-tight black jeans that look like they’ve been spray-painted on, fuck-me black spiky boots, and a silky emerald green halterneck, she looks made for sin.
My mind scatters into the gutter as she looks me up and down, biting her lip. Fuck, but I love the way she looks at me, half innocent and half like she wants to pin me down and ride me until I’m gasping for mercy.
Yes, please.
