Caitlyn’s core clenched around me, milking my cock as it pulsed inside her, while Ambrose’s fingers worked a sensitive bundle of nerves inside me that drew helpless whimpers from my throat between the curses and the praise.
It wasn’t until Caitlyn finally went boneless against my chest, and Ambrose withdrew his fingers from me, that my vision began to clear.
That was when I caught the glint of mischief in Caitlyn’s eyes as she tipped her head back to look at me—and I knew, instantly, that she was far from finished with me.
“Tease,” I said as she climbed off me.
Caitlyn flashed me a wicked grin. “Just for tonight. You can have your title back tomorrow.”
She flicked a glance at Ambrose, and I could’ve sworn the two of them had planned the agenda for tonight, because Ambrose seemed to read her thoughts without a word.
Before I had the chance to make a witty remark, his hands closed around my ankles and he hauled me down the bed until I was flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling, arms still splayed against my restraints, a startled huff of breath escaping me.
Caitlyn giggled as I addressed the ceiling. “Teases.Bothof you.”
“I’m no such thing,” Ambrose said as he literally teased my legs apart.
He slid one of his legs beneath mine and the other over the top, until we were locked together, our cocks throbbing against one another, as another breath was torn from my chest.
I managed to lift my head just long enough to burn the sight into my memory forever—Ambrose’s playful grin (because he was a liar and absolutely a tease), Caitlyn’s mischievous smile as she leaned in, her hands wrapping around both of our cocks as she stroked us with deliberate intent—before my body bowed and I was left staring up at the ceiling once more, a helpless string of curses and “Gods” spilling from my lips.
My head was too dizzy with pleasure to beg her to keep going when she finally withdrew her hand, and it was the heat of her climbing over us that kept me silent—and gave me the strength to lift my head again, because there was no way I was going to miss the sight of this.
Thiswas the image I would take to my grave.
Caitlyn slid onto Ambrose’s cock with ease, and Ambrose—usually the calm and collected one—let out an unconsciousgroan as one hand came to her hips to steady her while the other reached for my cock, lining it up with her ass.
His hand was slick with lube—where in the hells he’d materialized lube from was anyone’s guess—as he stroked me, coating my length for her, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes fixed on my perfect mate’s ass as he guided her down onto my cock and—Gods—she was so fucking tight and so fucking perfect there. She let out a helpless moan of pleasure as she stretched around my cock—and I was absolutely going to get a crick in my neck because there was no way I was ever looking away from this.
Ambrose was gentle as he pressed against her hips, controlling her rhythm with small, measured thrusts until she was finally fully seated on us.
My cock pulsed inside her, and I was definitely not going to last.
But it looked like neither of my mates were going to either. Caitlyn’s fingers pressed into the mating bite I’d given Ambrose on his shoulder. Ambrose, who had been holding himself back for the better part of the past hour, was finally starting to lose control, the telltale sign of it written all over him in the way his bottom lip caught on his canine, as though he were trying to hold back the curses of pleasure that came so easily to both Caitlyn and me.
Caitlyn, panting above us as she struggled to steady her breathing, had already begun to pulse around my cock, her body tipping toward her fourth orgasm of the evening.
And all I could do was watch this perfect moment.
The way Caitlyn’s hips began to rock unsteadily. The feel of her clenching around my cock as her orgasm took hold. The way her back bowed, driving me deeper, the mix of moans and curses spilling from her lips—enough to finally make Ambrose lose control. The way his balls pulsed against mine as he camehard inside her, the low, broken “Fuck, Caitlyn” that finally tore free as his entire body quivered.
And then I joined my mates, my hands curling tight around my restraints as I gave in to a pleasure so intense that, if Ambrose’s legs hadn’t been locking my hips firmly in place, I would’ve bowed right off the bed.
Caitlyn’s words turned into nonsense above me, her body writhing and pulling every last kernel of pleasure from me as I came hard enough to see stars. My vision didn’t fully clear until long after my body went limp and Caitlyn had lifted herself from me and Ambrose had undone my restraints.
We lay sprawled across the bed, panting and wordless, our limbs tangled together.
I could’ve stayed suspended in that post-orgasm haze forever, but it wasn’t meant to last.
The door creaked open, and Creep stood there, one ceramic arm thrown dramatically over her face to shield her eyes, the other pointing toward the distant sound of a phone ringing somewhere downstairs.
After cleaning up and getting dressed—and after a firm reminder from Caitlyn of what Creep might do if we didn’t follow her downstairs instead of starting all over again, which had been my suggestion—we made our way to the kitchen.
Creep had already prepared three mugs of hot cocoa and left Caitlyn’s phone waiting on the table, its screen still lit.
I’d half expected Caitlyn to tell us it was a missed call from Priscilla, who’d left last night to make her way back to the hob. Instead, she frowned at the screen.
“It’s Lex,” she said. Caitlyn worried her lip. “Shit. She tried calling three times...”
