I gape at him, and try to speak, starting and stopping several times and probably looking like a fish out of water. Finally I gasp, drawing air into lungs that froze, and the words tumble out before I can think to stop them. “I don’t believe you.”
It’s a lie, but I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea. It never occurred to me thatIwould be shared. I’m always the one who partakes in Gael’s favorites. He’s never once told me I’m his favorite.
“You do,” he growls, ripping off his towel and getting to his knees. “Half of you belongs to me because Gael sharesall his favorite things, and it’s time I take what he’s given me. You bought this bed because you want to keep what Gael shares with you, right? So come here and take me. I want you to claim what he’s given you the same way I’m going to claim what he’s given me.”
Oh. My brain finally connects all the dots all at once.
If you love me, you have to love him too.
How many times has he said those words to how many girlfriends over the years.
He’s a part of me.
Of course I am. I have always been part of Gael since we met. I didn’t realize I was also being shared, but I should have. Fuck. Gael has always been looking for a partner who would keep us both, hasn’t he? Someone not just for him but for both of us.
And Phin is the only partner we’ve ever had who’s understood that. Not even I did until this conversation.
Ihaveto tell him now. “I love you. I don’t know when I started to, but it was before Gael left. I tried to squash it and hide it. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. I love you.”
Phin smiles like I’m a gift and motions to the bed. “I knew you loved me the moment I saw this bed, and I am glad for it, because I also love you.”
Hearing him say those words causes my heart to beat heavily in my chest. I’ve never been nervous having sex with Gael’s girlfriends, but I’m shaking as I try to get a grip on the hem of my shirt.
I’ve been shared, too, and Phin loves me.
I finally get my shirt off and crawl up the massive bed to where Phin sits, watching me with contentment in his gentle, gray eyes. I run my fingers through the soft hairs on his chest, down over his rounded belly, and through the trimmed forest below to stroke his cock, kissing my way up his warm chest.
A need deep inside me boils up, an instinctive pressure coming from a place buried so far below the veneer of civilization that I don’t immediately recognize it or stop it. My mouth seeks out a spot on his shoulder right where his neck is and I latch on, needing to mark him like he belongs to me. Before I realize what I’m doing, I taste blood—his blood? What am I doing? I shake myself out of a reverie I can’t explain, pulling back to see that I barely cut him with my teeth.
Wide eyed, I stare at my overzealous mark, fighting against the pulsing need to mark him deeper, bite him harder, give into the craving to see him scarred by my bite.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he begs me, voice keening deep and low, a mournful sound that causes every protective instinct in me to flare up.
His eyes, wet with unshed tears, beg for more. He wants the bite, the mark, the scar. He wants a living memory of this moment, of me, of our true love on his skin, and I don’t knowwhy, but I need to give him what he wants; it’s what I want too. I take his lips, sucking on the soft, plump flesh until it’s swollen, too, as I stroke his perfect cock. I kiss my way over the scruff on his face, down his neck, and back to that spot where my mark belongs. I bite him hard, sinking my teeth deep into his flesh. He doesn’t flinch away or protest. Instead, his voice cries out in ecstasy and the cock in my hand pulses as he shoots the evidence of his desire in long streaks between us.
I pull back, studying what I’ve done with a deep, resounding satisfaction that swells from the same place the need to mark him originated. The other side of his neck—that is where Gael will mark him; I know that as surely as I know my own heart. This half belongs to me, that half belongs to Gael, but all of him is ours. I crush my mouth to his, taking possession of the thing I’ve been given, the one to whom I was given.
Ah, it feels like this is the first time even though I’ve kissed him a hundred times this week. This time, I’m kissing him for myself, not for Gael. I grab the lube off the nightstand and squeeze a good amount out over his balls and down his perineum to his hole. He moans when I push two fingers in right away. His body has gone soft with regular use, which makes loosening him every day easy.
He loses the rhythm of our kissing when I push my third finger in and hit his prostate full on. He groans and bucks as if he wants to come again, so I use my other hand to pull at his cock until he’s trembling and shaking with need, just as hard as he was before he came. When it looks like he’s ready to explode, I bite his nipple harder than I should. He cries out and bucks, coming hard and fast, drenching us in more of his cum.
“Fuck. That’s sexy,” I grunt as I roll on a condom and Phin twitches from the aftershocks.
I thrust into him as rough as I always am. Even when I want to be gentle—when he deserves gentleness—I can’t. I shove hislegs up, holding them by the backs of his knees so I can see where we’re connected.
“I’m so glad you’re a man,” I growl as I pull back and watch myself hammer home again.
“Why?” He barely manages to get that one word out before crying out when I hit his good spot, although I’m sure it’s aching from overuse right now.
“I won’t break you,” I explain, and I adjust myself to drive home the connection, this need, this love and possession that hovers between us, pulling us together like opposite magnetic poles.
I thrust into him hard, slamming my cock into him over and over until we’re both sweaty and our bodies are screaming for release. I pump his cock like he needs it and increase my pace until I’m jackhammering to get to the pinnacle of our release. Phineas roars as his ass clamps down on my cock and his dick shoots a third load all over us. If I had the presence of mind to think about it, I would wonder that he had another full load locked and ready after coming twice, but everything inside me is ready to explode, and I don’t have the bandwidth for anything but the inevitable release barreling down on me.
My balls draw up and my orgasm crashes through me. I fill the condom as I push in as deep as I can, thrusting twice in reaction to the instinct to breed him. Longing to see my cum dripping from his hole sneaks in as I go still, spilling the last of my release in erratic aftershocks that freeze me in place. I remain hard and motionless until the very last twitch. I pull out and toss the condom into the trash bin, but something inside me, the same thing that required I taste his blood, drives me to push back into Phin, connecting with him skin to skin. I pump my hips as I stare into those feral, fathomless gray eyes. “I love you. This is me—only me—loving you.”
Phin smiles, dazed, happy, and satiated. “I love you, too, Sin.”
Just After Graduation Three Years Ago
