We are done for.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
CHRYS
When the bondclicked into place, all three of them had slammed into my awareness like a key fitting perfectly into the tumblers of a lock.
The mix of all of them swirling through me isn’t turbulent, it’s tantalizing.
Having them all was worth the unorthodox start. Taking Arc first makes an odd sort of sense. He found me; this is right.
No toy could have prepared me for this. He fills me so snugly. The ridges beneath his cock notch inside of me like his body might click into place and never let me go.
I’d welcome that… if not for the other set of hands on my thigh and the man who’s tongue teases at Arc’s throat.
Shock and Risk scoot closer still, whispering words I don’t understand, but whose reactions I feel in the bond.
When Shock looks up at me with a smile so wicked… I know his next words will be Arc’s undoing and as soon as they leave his lips, Arc’s eyes close, his teeth grit and he drags me down to him for a brutal kiss as he drives up into me.
My eyes cross behind my closed lids as the deep pleasure of his orgasm floods the bond the way his cum floods my pussy.
“Saints,” Risk says, pressing his head against my hip as I push back up to my knees.
Cum squelches from where our bodies are joined.
“I am going to use this against you later if you question my plans.” I smile down at Arc. “Don’t we all like when I get my way?”
“We do,” he says.
I stick my tongue out and lean forward, angling my hips until he pops out of me, cum gushing across both of our legs. “Oops,” I say, and none of them think I’m sorry.
I look at Risk. “Do you still want a taste?”
“Always.” He drags me off of Arc and into a kiss.
When he lays me down—strategically keeping my hair out of Arc’s cum—he drops to his knees off the side of the bed anddevoursmy pussy.
I knew he liked it, but feeling it through the bond… I bite my tongue and let myself enjoy it as I think about the fact thatneitherof us are ever going to be deprived of cum.
Reaching out for him impatiently, I draw Risk up, kissing him, tasting Arc on his lips and rocking my hips against the tip of his cock.
“Time to replace what you took, please.”
He smiles, and I can feel the laughter as he hikes my leg up, and then, there’s nothing funny.
When his cock presses into me, it’s deathly serious.
Ineedhim. I need them.
I reach for the others, hand questing about unseeing, until, after a few wet slaps on the sheets, I slide my hand up his thigh and take hold of his cock.
Shock exhales as I stroke.
Someday, all three.
“You only get one at a time tonight,” Arc says from the direction of the bathroom. “We can renegotiate tomorrow.”
