I thought back to the evening walk. How strangely she’d been acting. Distant. Even squirrellier than usual. She hadn’t even thanked me for the books I left her before running off. It felt like something had spooked her, but I couldn’t figure out what.
Again, I wished I was better at talking.
When Zion got back to his own place, I was going to call a meeting. Consult with him and Boone about what might have?—
The bond flared, and suddenly I was there, staring down at Bell as Zion warned her he was about to undo the buttons of the shirt he’d given her to wear.
Frozen in place, I watched the scene unfold at my kitchen counter.
And then, after some reassurance, Bell’s taste was on Zion’s tongue.
I felt his dick dribbling cum onto her sheet as he attended to both breasts before kissing a trail down her skin to her sugar cookie pussy....
Oh, hell.
It was even better than I’d imagined.
Sweet. Addictive. Perfect.
I dropped the tape measures.
Staggered toward the bathroom, even though I’d already showered that morning. Rock hard. Furious. Desperate.
I made it to the shower, yanked the curtain aside. Turned on the water without checking the temperature. Didn’t care that it was cold.
Her hips were bucking into my mouth through Zion’s bond. I could feel what he felt—the softness of her thighs, the way she trembled around my head, the plaintive little mews she was making.
I stroked myself furiously. Hating how good it felt, even as a third party. But also hating that it wasn’t actually me touching her.
It should be me.
I never whined. Never complained. But I scraped my short human nails into the walls of the shower I’d recently re-grouted as bitter thoughts ran through my head.
I am the first maul.I’d gone first with Niska, even after she bit Zion. Because that was the traditional order of things. But Boone had gotten Bell’s first surrender, and now Zion was licking her sweet, clenching pussy. Looking up from between her legs at her, trying to hold her response in with her hand squeezed over her mouth.
Another blinding wave of pleasure zapped through me when she lost the battle and moaned.
And Boone yelled over the bond.“HOLY FUCK I WAS UNPREPARED FOR HOW GOOD THIS WOULD FEEL!”
There were those two years when this was the only kind of access I had to Niska. Still, I understood exactly how Boone felt. We’d been waiting for so long for another surrender. Everything was amplified over the three-way bond.
Her hips bucked under our collective tongue while Zion rubbed our aching dick into her mattress. And when Zion sucked her clit into our mouth…
So damn good… We could stay down here forever.
She kicked her heel into our back, pussy quivering as she arched off the bed.
I came hard. Shooting ropes onto the wall. With no doubt that Boone was doing the same thing.
For a moment, the world vibrated white hot all around me because we’d worshipped at this altar and made our goddess come.
But then Zion calmed, and the maul bond flared back down to neutral, going silent again without the intense emotions amplifying every single thing Zion thought and did between her legs.
Soon, I was back to being alone in my head again. Slumped against the tile as cold water beat down on my shoulders. The intense satisfaction of her orgasm faded into a hollow echo of that thing that happened. To someone else.
This was progress, I told myself.
She was accepting pleasure. Accepting care. Acceptingus.
