"Both," I hear myself whisper against his skin, still trembling. "I want both of you."
The bond and Svenn exchange a look. Something passes between them. An understanding.
"Greedy," the bond murmurs with affection. "But of course you can have both of us, sweetheart."
The bond comes up behind me. I feel his presence at my back.
Wait.
I realize my mistake. They misunderstood what I meant.
"I'm pretty sure this is too much for me," I whisper to Svenn. I wrap my arms around him nervously.
A low chuckle rumbles through Svenn's chest. His hand comes up to stroke my hair, tender and amused.
"In the real world, I wouldn't dare. Not without proper preparation and making sure you were ready," he says softly. "But this is your mind, sweetheart. Here, you decide what your body can take."
His eyes gleam with dark humor. "And judging by how you're looking at us right now, I think you want to find out exactly how much that is."
The bond's hand trails down my spine, then lower. I feel him preparing me with his fingers. My breath catches. This is madness. But Svenn's steady gaze holds mine, anchoring me.
"Take a deep breath," the bond groans, pushing his hips forward.
I inhale.
He enters me from behind. I forgot how huge he is when I agreed to this. I cry out and writhe on top of Svenn. He curses and steadies me, one hand splaying across my lower back. The bond’s grip tightens on my hip and he pulls me another inch against his length. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I sob out.
It’s a little terrifying but I don’t want him to stop. It’s my mind. I’m in control.
He keeps working me down his length. The fullness is overwhelming. I gasp against Svenn's chest.
"Slower," Svenn says to the bond. "You're overwhelming her."
The bond actually listens. His rhythm gentles.
Svenn's hand finds mine. His fingers thread through mine in a gesture that's achingly tender compared to the intensity of everything else.
"I've got you," Svenn murmurs. His careful voice is a counterpoint to the bond's hunger. "We've got you."
They move in tandem. Svenn below, thrusting up gently. The bond behind, setting a slow rhythm. I'm caught between them, held and filled and completely theirs.
"I love you," I gasp, meaning both of them. All of him.
The feeling of two Svenns making love to me brings me to new heights. Pleasure overtakes me and I sob with the intensity of it. I bite Svenn’s neck as the orgasm sweeps through me in scorching waves. It rips me to pieces as I come. I can’t stop moaning as my body shake with release.
And then—
I open my eyes.
We're back in the real wolf's den.
There's only one Svenn now.
Just my husband, looking down at me with eyes that are still faintly crimson but returning to their normal color. The bond isn't separate anymore. It's woven and accepted as part of him rather than something he locks away.
He's still inside me, moving in perfect rhythm.
