Matteo trails small kisses up my back before he holds my face in his hands. “Layne, is this really what you want? Us?”
“Yes. Is this what you want? Me, desperate to take everything?” I ask as he wiggles closer, his skin on mine. And god it feels incredible.
Matteo grins. It’s not over-the-top or under done, it is just right. Like he is. Of course, he even knows exactly what to say. “I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you. But this, we don’t need to do right now.”
“Pretty sure this is exactly what we need to do right now,” I say, straddling Valentine as I sit up. Before reaching back for Matteo, I do a double take at Valentine’s cock. It’s glossy from my need already. It is also pierced right through the head.
“What’s this?” I ask, my finger trailing over the silver balls.
He pulls his knees up and adds more friction to our bodies.
“Magic Cross. I can teach you how to make it work.” He groans, his eyes nearly black, and he takes my hand in his to wrap around the silver balls framing his velvety head to squeezeit harder. “You sure? Because I know I won’t be able to let you go if I slide my cock inside you.”
“We were never letting her go, anyway, Valentine. Listen to our beautiful wife. She wants us to show her how we need her as much as she wants us. We will blow on her tits, cover her in our come, and take turns filling her pretty pussy and these glorious lips until she sees for herself how perfect she is for our pack.” Matteo pushes his lips to mine, stopping me from saying anything, but my eyes are wide, shocked by his filthy mouth.
Valentine keeps grinding me over his erection while Matteo proves what a dirty mouth he has, licking and sucking my lips and tongue before he pulls my hair so I fall off Valentine and on to him.
He chuckles, but we all shuffle and curl our limbs around each other before I start taking turns kissing them both while they trail their hands over my body. I’m a squirming mess, my body twisting at their touches, but there’s no frantic need. We’re taking our time and enjoying the foreplay.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not greedy for more. I shift their hands off my breasts, directing them down my body, and they shake off my direction before Valentine’s fingers open me up, and Matteo glides deep inside. Together, they finger me until I am moaning into their mouths.
“Look at this,” Matteo insists, holding his sticky fingers up in the morning light. A moment later, they disappear in his mouth, and the noises he makes as he sucks them clean has me arching up, into Valentine’s firmer touch.
Rolling on to my side and pushing my back against Valentine’s chest, I lift my leg up in invitation for the both of them. “Please.”
“We want you.” Valentine confirms. “But no bites. When we scar her throat, it will be on her terms, in a place where she wants and when she wants.”
I appreciate that in so many ways. “Yes.”
It’s like the starter’s gun in a race with no losers. Hands go everywhere, and they both use the slick as lubrication, but Valentine twists and digs through a bedside table to find a bottle of lube. He comes back with his intention written all over his face.
“How many times do you think we can make our wife come, Matty?” Valentine asks as he squeezes lube into his hand to cover his cock.
“I think we can make her lose her voice,” Matteo insists, sitting up to look at my pussy. His eyes jump back to mine, then he twists quickly and tongues my clit so much, I stop breathing and Valentine, uses the crest in my arousal to breach my ass with his finger.
“You are going to look so fucking good on my cock. Exactly where you’re meant to be,” he groans, sinking in deeper.
Matteo keeps ruining me with his mouth, and Valentine adds another finger, pushing me past the burn and into pleasure. My fingers grab on to Matteo’s hair, and as my hips start to move, Valentine’s thick cock inches in.
“Fuck, yes.” He moves his arms, holding my body to his like a giant bear hug. The strength and power wafting off him has me giddy, his scent making my body open up even more. Each slow thrust in, I feel the promise his piercings bring, and when his knot is pushed up hard against my ass, he stops moving, letting both of us get used to the heavenly intrusion.
“You’re drenching my cock so fucking good. You want Matteo in your pussy at the same time?”
My answer is the roll of my body. I end up covering more of Valentine than I do the bed, but he can still move. He takes me slowly; the pleasure is exquisite, and he doesn’t stop spoiling me when Matteo kisses a trail up to my mouth. My arousal is overhis face, and his smile is something I will hold close to my heart forever.
“How’s she feel, Val?”
“How’s she taste?”
“Like fucking heaven.”
“Took the words out of my mouth. But heaven can wait, our angel can’t.” Valentine pounds in deeper, latching his mouth to my shoulder before he twists my face to his and breathes his pleasure into my mouth. His scent is so strong, I can taste it, and the look in his eyes reads like devotion.
Matteo rubs his cock over my entrance. It’s a small warning of what is to come, and instead of us all slowing down, he surges in at the same time Valentine does.
I whimper and whine as they move as one. Pleasure, along with a pinch of pain, clouds the three of us. I don’t even hear Dante returning, but he leans over and fills my open mouth with his tongue and twists my nipples hard.
“I want a photo of your lips wrapped around my cock while you’re being worshipped by them, so you don’t ever forget how we make you feel,” Dante whispers. “Show us how pretty you are when you come.”
