Farron stands at the end of the bed and undresses. My heart flips as I take in his lean body, the thatch of hair that leads to his long cock. He crawls over top of me, brushing my face with his knuckles. His hand slips under my lower back and brings me up in a searing kiss, his hard erection pressing against the soft swell of my stomach.
Farron’s tongue dances with mine. The rich taste of cinnamon and clove goes straight to my core, coiling deep within me.
Breaking the kiss, Farron murmurs in my ear, “You shouldn’t have said you wanted to be ruined, sweetheart. I’m so hard thinking of all the ways I can use your delicious body.”
“Fare.” I tangle my hands into his soft hair.
“Now, wet my cock so I can fuck our man hard.” Farron sinks to the hilt inside me.
A broken mewl escapes my lips as my muscles stretch to accommodate his size.
Farron pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in again and again, pace relentless. The bed creaks with each thrust, the sound of our labored breathing shattering the air.
“Fuck,” Dayton groans, watching us.
My body is slick with sweat. Farron’s hips slap against mine with growing intensity.
Then he stops and pulls out.
“No,” I whine. “No, keep going.”
“Your time will come.” He smiles and gazes down at his cock, dripping with both my arousal and Dayton’s from earliertonight. “Day’s going to scream my name for a bit first. Alright, sweetheart?” Farron sweeps Day’s hair away from his brow, then kisses him. “I’m about to remind you how alive you are. How mine you are.”
Then he straightens, slapping his own hard cock against Day’s. Dayton sighs, muscles in his neck straining as he leans back against the mattress.
Farron bends one of Dayton’s knees and positions his dripping cock at Dayton’s entrance. Anticipation coils in my stomach as I feel the pleasure washing through my two mates. I stroke myself with featherlight touches.
Farron presses forward, the head of his cock breaching Dayton’s entrance. Dayton sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes squeezing shut as Farron inches deeper, stretching him. The sight is beyond words—Farron’s thick length disappearing within Dayton, claiming him in this way.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Farron groans, voice strained. He grips Dayton’s hips, fingers digging into the taut muscle. “Relax for me, love. Let me in.”
Dayton exhales shakily, and I see his body loosen, allowing Farron to slide in farther until he’s buried completely. They both moan at the sensation, the air crackling with the intensity of their connection.
I continue to stroke myself, transfixed by the display. Watching my strong, powerful mates lost in the throes of passion ignites a fresh wave of desire deep in my core.
Farron sets a slow rhythm, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting in. Dayton rocks his hips to meet each thrust, his back arching off the bed. A sheen of sweat glistens on their skin.
“Yes, just like that,” Dayton pants, hands fisting the sheets. His cock lies heavy and thick against his stomach, the tip glistening with precum. “Harder, Fare.”
Farron smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes. He leans down, changing the angle, and drives into Dayton with renewed force. Dayton cries out, head thrown back as Farron hits him deep over and over.
I moan, fingers working faster between my thighs as I watch them, feeling their pleasure reverberate through our mate bond. It’s intoxicating, all-consuming, stoking the flames of my desire higher and higher.
“Look at her, Day,” Farron growls, not breaking his rhythm. “Look how much she’s enjoying watching us. Our beautiful mate, touching herself while I take you.”
Dayton turns his head toward me, teal eyes glazed with pleasure as they meet mine. “Rosie,” he moans brokenly. “Come here, baby. I need to touch you.”
I don’t hesitate, crawling across the bed to kneel beside them. Dayton reaches for me, pulling me into a kiss that steals my breath. His hand finds my ass, kneading the soft flesh. I whimper into his mouth, my body on fire.
Farron snaps his hips harder, driving into Dayton with an intensity that borders on feral. Dayton breaks the kiss with a gasp, panting. “Fuck, Fare, I’m close…”
“Not yet,” Farron commands, slowing his thrusts. He pulls out, making Dayton whine at the loss. “On your hands and knees. I want you inside our mate when I finally allow you to come.”
A fresh wave of anticipation courses through me at Farron’s words. Dayton complies, positioning himself on all fours. I lie against the pillows, spreading my legs.
Dayton settles between my thighs, the head of his thick cock brushing against my entrance. He looks down at me with reverence, his eyes soft despite the wild lust consuming us all. “I love you, Rosie,” he murmurs. “So much.”
“I love you too,” I whisper back. I reach up to caress his face.
