He did now.
Gideon wasn’t capable of degrading her—not even a little—but he thumbed her clit just as I would have, as gravity and need pulled her farther down on his massive cock.
“Breathe,” he encouraged, pulling another tactic from my memory. “Relax into the pain. You can do it, baby. C’mon. You’reso pretty—and your body was designed for us. C’mon, take this dick. It belongs to you. Claim it as yours.”
Her honey scent flared again. Then he cursed, and she groaned, as she sank all the way down to the hilt.
“Oh, baby…”
Gideon’s voice broke as he struggled not to come instantly inside her gripping heat.
He was grateful. So fucking grateful for the distraction of putting on the mask. It reminded him that she came first, and that he’d go to any length not to disappoint her.
After securing the muzzle over his mouth, he cupped her ass and happily did all the work—bouncing her up and down on his cock until she started saying,
“Gideon! Gideon!” Like someone on the tracks, trying to warn him about the train—right before it took her out.
Riding her climax, she hugged his head into her neck, grinding herself down his cock, with no idea what the feel of her wet, tight cunt was doing to him—or that his mouth had fully mawed out behind the muzzle.
She clamped down on his dick so hard, his own release kicked up his spine—and he rocketed his load into her clenching sex.
Mother of Ursa.I had to bite down on my teeth just to keep from coming in my pants.
I didn’t realize I was channeling Gideon’s feelings down the other side of the mate bond until Cal said, “Hell, honeybee. Do you have any idea how good that felt for him?”
He knocked his head back against the seat, gritting his teeth against his own release. But his cock was leaking so badly over his fisted hand, he had to grit out, “I was trying to wait until we got back to the den, but I don’t think I… I can’t… oh, fuck, thank you, Gideon.”
He let out a rough grunt of relief as Gideon lifted her off his spent dick and handed her over to Cal like a gift.
With Gideon’s load still inside her, Cal didn’t have to go slow like he had last night. He plunged her down on his straining cock and matched his brother stroke for stroke, cupping her ass the same way Gideon had to work her up and down his identical length.
It didn’t take long. Grunts. Cries. And then both Lark and Cal came.
And by that time, Gideon was hard and desperate again.
They claimed her two more times—passing her back and forth like a doll, filling her with their seed while Cal made filthy promises about what they’d do once they were back at the den.
“We’ll keep you plugged up on our dicks, honeybee,” Cal vowed, like a knight committing to a sacred quest, as Gideon settled her onto his cock for the third time.
Gideon’s loud, plaintive grunts filled the truck, mixing with their combined clove-and-honey scent as he worked her like a ragdoll, up and down his cock.
“Fill you up… fill you up… with so much baby cum,” Cal promised, stroking his own re-hardened length as he watched some who looked identical to him take our mate. Both his mind and eyes were glazed with lust. “Ungh… ungh… That pretty little egg of yours won’t have any choice but to accept us.”
“That’s not… not how reproductive biology works,” she let him know—right before she broke off to come again with a choked sob.
She didn’t even make it to the afterglow stage before Cal pulled her back over to his side of the car to claim her again.
I could read how far gone both of them had become in the span of forty minutes enclosed in the same space as her. They’d been waiting for her their entire lives. And they didn’t care that she was trying to reject their first maul.
They wouldn’t stop—couldn’tstop—fucking her again and again.
A dark, acrid taste filled my mouth.
There was a reason I only did masked play. Why I kept my lives as a warm hometown mayor with an outsider maul, a ruthless MLA with a glossy smile, and a Dom with dark, twisted desires completely compartmentalized.
Maintaining the integrity of all three meant ensuring that none of those separate parts ever seeped into each other.
But my morals… my ethics… my entire system of appropriate conduct collapsed as I veered left into the gravel turnaround beside a blue and yellow sign that read:Hiking Path to Bear Mountain Observation Tower.
