She did not have to say please.
One beat. Two.
Then our most reserved maul member lost his goddamn mind.
No more Mr. Nice Mountie. His eyes blazed to glowing gold as he flipped their positions, and then her ass was on the table, and the only thing keeping Bell from getting knocked back by the force of his hungry kiss was our first maul’s hands braced on either side of her as he ground himself between her legs. Vik made harsh sounds against her lips, heavy grunts that made him come off like more animal than man.
But Bell seemed to like his primal side. More of those sweet little whimpers came out of her as she yanked at Vik’s belt buckle, doing what needed to get done to reach her prize for being bold.
“Well, this is progressing a bit quicker than expected,”Zion said, getting up from his seat. He jogged toward the stairs that led to Vik’s bedroom, on a necessary mission.
Meanwhile, Vik kissed down Bell’s neck, then her collarbone, before sucking one of her small breasts into his mouth.
Bell’s hands fell away from his belt buckle, and she made a sound that went straight to both our dicks.
And that made Vik have to do something about his cock locked behind his jeans. He’d been trying to keep it trapped in there as long as possible. But it hurt to be this hard for the woman who’d said she wanted him.
Who chose him first to go inside.
He still couldn’t believe it.
“Tell me you’re sure,” Vik said as he undid his jeans.
“I’m sure,” Bell panted, pressing kisses into his collarbone, too. “I want this. I want you.”
Then, instead of waiting for him to believe her, she reached into his jeans and pulled him out with her own hands.
And there it was.
Vik’s wasn’t a fucking log of sausage, like mine, or as long as Zion’s. But he was thick enough and leaking at the tip of his respectable amount of inches.
Bell’s eyes widened, and a small burst of fear cut through her sweet scent.
Vik caught it instantly.
He stilled, met her gaze.
“Tell me you’re sure again,” he commanded, even as his voice vibrated with nerves. “Look at me and tell me you want this.”
She looked at him. “It’s intimidating, but beautiful,” she told him sincerely. “I might draw it after we’re done, and yes, I want it inside of me.”
“Bell…” Vik’s voice went a little sideways. It was all he could do to hold himself back, but Zion hadn’t returned yet.“Z…”he growled over the three-way bond.
“Almost there!”Right on cue, Zion came running down the stairs with a bottle of lube in his hands.
Lucky for Vik because he could no longer talk because his teeth were gritted so hard to keep down his bear.
“Bell, sweetheart, Ravik has no desire to hurt you, so lube is a necessary step,” Zion said, taking over in a way that made meunderstand why his father assumed he’d make a great doctor. “Ravik’s going to need to insert his fingers inside of you first, to prepare you….”
Another small spike of fear. This was no longer hypothetical. Something was about to go inside of her.
To my surprise, instead of answering Zion, she reached her hand out.
To me. The first person who’d touched her after her piece-of-shit ex.
I reached across the table, took her hand. And no, I wasn’t a words guy like Zion.
But somehow I knew what she needed to hear.
