“Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough. “I want to see you…. I want to see you when you come apart on your first maul’s cock.”
Bell did as commanded and met his gaze. Only for her eyes to suddenly flare wide with awe.
“Ravik.” Bell’s voice broke. “Ravik, I’m going to?—”
She cut off on one shaky breath, then came all over his just-right dick, milking him in her perfect grip.
Something in Vik snapped.
His eyes went full glow. Bear so close, Zion had to jump up to do his second maul duty for the first time ever. He slapped his hand over Vik’s mouth to stop our first maul from biting her.
Luckily, Bell was too far gone—eyes closed as her whole body shuddered—to notice.
Vik wrestled his bear down, and Zion took away his hand as our first maul fucked our mate even harder through her orgasm, pushing into her clenching pussy with the unreasonable but understandable desire to crawl inside of her.
Only Zion’s quiet warning about not lying on top of her kept Vik from putting her fully back on the table so he could cover her body and fuck her like a caveman.
Bell was his. She’d let him claim her. And he could not take that shit in stride.
His strokes became unmeasured and sloppy to the point she had to cling to him as the table rattled underneath his frantic thrusts.
But then...
He stopped. Just stopped.
A wave of bone-deep tenderness washed over him, right before he flooded into her.
I felt his release. But not like it was my own this time.
This claim belonged to him and her. Them alone.
And when it was finally done, they collapsed into each other, like prize fighters who’d made it through every round.
Still, in the aftermath of that, all three of us were breathing hard.
Until Bell stiffened and leaned back from the first maul she’d been clinging to right before he came.
That yanked all of us down from Vik’s cloud nine.
Because after—that was always when the demons came for her.
But then she just looked at him softly and whispered, “Thank you.”
Fuck.Vik was as stoic as they came. But his throat clogged. Because he wasn’t used to this.
Getting the exact words he wanted to hear from her.
And giving them back.
“Thank you,” he answered.
And this time, there was no misunderstanding about what either of them meant.
But that didn’t mean things didn’t get awkward.
“Wow, I can’t believe that just happened.” Bell’s voice came out breathy, small. Her eyes nervously darted to Zion, then me, on either side of the table she’d just gotten claimed on top of. “That I did that with the both of you watching.”
“Watching andfeeling.” Zion’s voice came out like dark honey. “Brava, sweetheart.”
