Only Wolf can walk into a brood of vipers and come out with a client list, a job offer, and a new best friend.
I laugh.Jag groans, and underneath the amusement, we’re all thinking it.
How do we hold onto this?How do we secure a future that looks and feels like this moment right here?
Three messy souls.One perfect braid.Threaded together with bloodstained fingers.
Jag’s future is fixed.So Wolf and I will bend and weave ourselves around him.Our place is wherever he is.
But tonight isn’t for maps or decisions.Nothing heavy.Nothing that demands answers.
Wolf keeps talking.I keep smiling.Jag keeps making noises like he’s suffering.He isn’t.
We breathe together, three scarred bodies in perfect alignment, as the stories taper off and sleep finds us where we are.
Three nights later, I wake from an erotic dream, hard as a rock and leaking from the tip.My fucking balls are soaked.
A wet dream?Am I fourteen again?
My eyes open to total darkness.I hold still, trying not to breathe too loudly.
Dove stirs beside me, and I turn my neck to find her watching me.
Her face rests close to mine on the pillow, hair mussed, mouth soft with sleep.Her gaze sinks into mine, pupils wide and dark with arousal.Then she looks down.
I follow her line of sight, squinting as the room resolves in pieces.Sheets pushed low.Legs spread.Hers and mine.
Wolf moves between us with hands, lips, and tongue.He licks her pussy while jerking me and sucks my cock while fingering her, back and forth, smiling and moaning.
Holy fuck, it feels so fucking good.
He’s never taken me in his mouth.
Yet there he is, his chiseled lips wrapped around my dick, and his throat working as he takes me to the root and swallows.
“Goddammit, Wolf!”My back bows, and my hand fumbles for Dove’s, lacing our fingers.
He and I have been fooling around for three days.No sex since the night he fucked my ass.
I set that pace on purpose.Guiding him a step at a time.Watching his tells.Keeping it slow so his body stays with his mind.So far, nothing has set him off like the first time we were together.
But if I left it to him, he would charge full-speed ahead, wearing a grin and a live bomb, consequences be damned.
That recklessness is part of what I love about him.But it could flip an unknown trigger and send him into a full breakdown.
He pulls his mouth off me with a wet slurp and buries his face in Dove’s cunt.
She’s the other reason I slowed us down.She’s still sorting through some corrosive thoughts and misplaced guilt.We talk about it.I push back where I can, reminding her what belongs to her and what never did.But that’s a crossing only she can make.I can’t drag her over it.
The need to fuck her is killing me slowly.My dick wants in her so badly I can taste it.But I’ve waited years.I can handle a few more days.
I squeeze her hand as she writhes and thrashes on Wolf’s tongue.He’s mastered the art of cunnilingus, pulling sounds from her I’ve never heard her make.When she comes, he leaves her breathless and turns back to me.
My cock hits his throat, pulsing and dripping as he sucks me like a pro.
I don’t know how many times this act was forced on him as a child, but he gives no indication of those memories sneaking in.They remain buried as he torments my balls and devours every inch of me.
Dove rests her head on my shoulder and watches him carefully, searching for signs of distress.
