“One thing,” he says, and I stop to wait to hear what he's going to say.
His smile brings a rush of butterflies to my stomach.
From behind me, there’s a laugh, low, conspiratorial, and it speaks of the past these two share.
“What?”
“If I’m fucking my wife, I want the honor of putting my cock in your cunt with my ring on your finger. All in the name of consummating our union, yeah?”
“Of course,” I agree immediately.
From behind me, my second husband pushes his hand against my shoulder blades and uses the chair’s armrests to keep me from falling face-first into the other one. They planned this, getting me where they wanted. And the Alpha under me digs ahand in his pocket and pulls out one of the plastic green and gold claddagh rings the Irish pub was throwing around like confetti. He slides it on, and I hold it up for us all to marvel at.
“I’ll never take it off,” I preen, gushing over the gaudy thing.
We all laugh, but the drunken happiness inside me changes to something entirely different when the other Alpha runs his hands over my arse, finding my pussy wet. A simple touch, and I keen for more.
He’s in my ear as he glides further along my seam before sinking his finger deep inside my butthole. “This’ll be me. Your tight ring on my finger like this, and we’re as good as man and wife in my books, given I’m your husband as much as he is.”
I drop my head, moaning louder than a whore on her first night, as he expertly fingers my butt, hitting all the right spots and making my slick flow.
“Gods, yes,” I whimper, rocking back on his hand.
The Alpha in front of me watches my face before moving his eyes down my body slowly, his gaze as searing as his touch will be.
Clearly, they’re pack, because they communicate without words. Hubby number two shuffles me while my dark chocolate Alpha shifts the chair, dragging it closer to the bed.
While standing, he drops his jeans, his cock slapping against his stomach once he’s free of his boxers. Like his friend did, he works himself over while proudly showing off his dick.
My mouth waters because, exactly like his friend, he's got a beautiful—and I mean gorgeous—cock. Thick and long, the same honey tanned color as the rest of his body, trimmed body hair too. He’s uncut, and I want to feel the silky smoothness of him against my lips. He has the same idea.
“You’re still wanting this?”
“Till death do us part,” I say, smirking and leaning down. Being sassy earns me a slap on the arse; my hips roll into his hand, encouraging him for more.
I go from standing to up in the air before my feet land on the mattress, my second husband is behind me again. With a press of his hands to my thighs, I fold down like he wants, and he’s right there with me, his hands gripping my waist and his cock nudging against my entrance.
“We need rubbers? I’m clean,” is whispered against the back of my neck, up near my ear.
“Bare.”
“Such a good wife. We’re gonna fill you so you’re leaking us.” He chuckles before the Alpha in front of me reaches up and hooks his hand around my neck pulling me away from his friend.
“Fuck her, but I get to fill her cunt first. After she’s been a good girl and swallowed her husband's load, of course.”
Both his hands guide me down. I stop him with a hand against his stomach, so I can wrap my hand around his cock and savor the moment. Dark chocolate, bitter and decadent, coats his skin. I was going for a taste, but the instant I have his cock in my mouth, it’s a lost cause.
As I hollow my cheeks, he buries his hands in my hair and lifts his hips, filling my throat. Thank god for my gag reflex, and for his friend timing his first thrust, filling me perfectly.
They stop on a dime. I do too. All of us are a little stunned at the sense of rightness in the moment as we physically connect as one. And it isn’t because we’ve been winding each other up all night. It’s also not due to the Jameson we’ve been drinking. I stop because I’m shaken to my foundation, and by their strangely intimate touches, their barely heard gasps of wonder, I think they might be feeling the same as me.
It lasts just long enough to become a memory, and they do that thing again, moving without talking, and together, we hit some really fucking high notes.
We swap positions and return favors, sharing each other and the rest of the bottle of liquor for hours and hours until we’re all overflowing and full of sexual satisfaction and shared rapture. Their touches have been rough but full of sensuality and endless pleasure, and even when we collapse in a sweaty heap, their fingers hold me tight enough to leave bruises on top of their marks already there.
My eyes are so heavy, they refuse to stay open, and the slow, steady beat of one Alpha's heart against my ear, and the other’s sweet breath on my neck, I fall asleep as quickly as they do.
Chapter Six
