With her lips against my ear, she whispers, “I want you to do to me what you did to Julian.”
My eyes widen with understanding as her words seep in. “No, Frey. You don’t have to do that for me.” I pull back to see the sincerity on her face.
She nods, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. “I wantyou to. I want you to be yourself with me, Archer.Allof you. Mark me as yours so everyone knows. No one else can have me but you.”
Heat pummels my groin at the thought. The opportunity to truly mark her, feeling her acceptance of me. Her eagerness to let me be myself.
“Get on your knees, dirty girl,” I say with a growl.
Quickly, she lowers to her knees. Julian follows, taking his place as if he knows.
“Fuck, you’re so hot like this. Kneeling for me. You belong to me, don’t you?”
As they both stare up at me, I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. Look at these two. They’re surrendering themselves to me—me. A guy who never felt worthy. They don’t see a replacement or a ghost of a man. They see Archer, just me.
“Mine,” I groan, holding my cock in one hand and stroking Julian’s cheek with the other. “Can I mark you?”
Gazing up at me, they both nod.
I feel so depraved, deliberating what I’m about to do. Some people might find it gross or strange, but it doesn’t matter what other people think. These two accept me the way I am. They see what I need, this innate need to claim them and this love.
It takes some focus, but as the stream begins, I let it wash over each of them. Freya doesn’t shy away in disgust. She takes a moment, clearly gauging her own reaction as it glides down her bare skin. If she hates it, I wouldn’t blame her. But fuck, I love her for at least trying.
In many ways, I know this is a form of degradation, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t turn me on, at least a little.
But it’s more than that. It’s succumbing to the most depraved, base part of me and knowing…they still accept me like this. And judging by the way Julian’s cock is visibly hardening and Freya leans into the stream with a high-pitched moan, they are both just as depraved. We truly were made for each other.
It does make me feel like an animal, but that’s what I am. I am a wild, feral thing that loves these two and wants the world to know—they’re mine.
When it’s over, I yank her up to her feet. We don’t say anything. There will be time later to discuss it, but I am too overcome with love for her to keep my hands to myself now. Devouring her mouth, I pull her body against mine, knowing in many ways, she’s mine now. I’ve marked her, and she didn’t just let me do that…she asked for it.
Julian stands and reaches for the soap on the shelf, dousing the black loofah before rubbing the warm suds all over each of us. It feels like a ritual, him cleaning us as if he’s tending our wounds. He’s showing his devotion and how much he cares about us.
It’s his way of saying that he will always take care of us. My surprisingly selfless prince. Not the ice-cold, soulless man we assumed he was.
Wrapping my hands around the backs of Freya’s thighs, I lift her soapy body into my arms. Her lips find mine as the bubbles are rinsed from our skin. Water droplets hang from her brow and nose as I kiss her.
Julian’s hand slides down my spine, and I feel the eagerness in his touch.
“Let’s get into bed,” he whispers against my ear. “I need to be inside you.”
I’d say there’s no telling which of us he’s talking to, but it’s my ass he’s grinding his hard cock against, so I’m going to assume it’s me. Heat floods my groin at the thought.
Suddenly, the water is off, and I set down Freya to wrap her in a towel. We dry off quickly before making our way to the bed. I toss her down, and she bounces against the mattress with a giggle.
Draping her legs over my shoulders, I kiss a line down her belly as she purrs with excitement. Her nails scratch my scalp lovingly. Then the bed dips behind me as Julian’s hard body finds me, his fingers gripping my hips with purpose.
It’s been a long night already, but there isn’t an ounce of patience in our bodies. We are ravenous for each other. Folding Freya in half, I dive for her beautiful, juicy cunt, licking a line through the seam. She moans, matching the sensation I feel as Julian’s lubed fingers prod my tight hole.
This isn’t about fucking or pleasure tonight. It’s a matter of expression. We are claiming each other. We are claimingus. In a way, this is how they are proving to me that we are forever, and they won’t push me away again.
With how good this feels, I will gladly accept their apology.
Freya’s cunt tastes like redemption, and I can’t get enough. My mouth is fused to her heat with her thighs tight around my ears. I lick her eagerly, devouring her pleasure as Julian works me open.
And when he finally presses his fat cock inside me, I growl so loudly against her, she trembles and shakes with a quaking orgasm.
He bottoms out inside me, and it has my dick dropping precum all over the sheets. I love the way Julian fucks. Hard and fast like he’s pounding me with passion and vitriol. I will take it all.
