“Oh for the love of-” Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tug him down into a searing kiss. Pulling back, I glare up at him for making me say it out loud. “He didn’t take advantage of me, okay? And maybe I didn’t consciously choose any of my mates, but my subconscious clearly has good taste. Hell, the entire time you’ve known me, how often have I done anything I was adamantly against? And after this morning, I think I proved that if necessary, I could kick all of your asses if needed. Sobreathe,Slade. You have enough to worry about without adding my hypothetical ‘honor’ into the mix, too. If I need you to beat someone up for me, I’ll let you know. Deal?”
The tiny twitch of an approving smirk at the corner of his lips is all I see before I’m face down on the ground, Slade’s hand beneath my cheek to cushion the impact, and his knees pinning my legs together. Grass tickles my nose as I turn my head, nails digging into the dirt, but as he covers my body with his, I don’t budge more than a few inches.
Leaning in close, he whispers in my ear, “Maybe after your other half has some time to find her land legs, I’ll feel confident that you can hold your own. She’s as reckless as a newborn pup and tires herself out pretty quickly though, doesn’t she?”
To emphasize his point, he gently bites the side of my neck, but rather than be intimidated, a soft moan slips out before I can stop myself. I can feel his grin against my flesh, and he nips once more before rubbing in the fact that I’m completely at his mercy.
“The rest of us have spent our entire lives learning to control not only our abilities, but how to fight.” His hand skims up the side of my body slowly, as if he has all of the time in the world, regaining more of himself as the minutes pass by. “So you’ll forgive me if I’m worried that someone would take advantage of my sweet little mate that insists on running headfirst into dangerous situations.”
Grinding my ass back against him, I counter, “I can think of at least two that I ranawayfrom,thank you very much.”
It’s enough of a distraction that I manage to slip forward a few inches, but he simply tugs me back and uses his hips to pin me harder against the ground. A snapping twig precedes Bo as he comes into view, stilling as he sees the position he’s found us in. Barely blinking, he stalks closer, each step measured, before he leans against a nearby tree and cocks his head, assessing. He knows me well enough to understand that I’m not actually trying that hard to escape my predicament, but is prepared to intervene the second I say the word.
Holding his gaze, it only bolsters my confidence, scraping the bottom of the barrel to save face rather than admit that Slade has a point. “If you ask Bo, you should consider it a compliment. I trust you to have my back enough that danger doesn’t feel as much of a threat as it did before, so I have no reason to be scared.”
His answering growl has me grinning. Now that the hellhound he’s always called a wolf is finally free, he can kiss the stoic mask he’s used to hiding behind goodbye.
“The highest form of flattery,” Bo agrees easily, languidly stroking himself now. His gaze roams over me slowly, blatant hunger etched into each and every feature. Locking eyes with me, I get to witness the sweet satisfaction on his face as he goads his brother. “No wonder she asked me to be the one to officially marry her; I don’t leave her wanting.”
It’s impossible not to smile, but it’s swiftly replaced by a shiver of anticipation as Slade shifts his hips, barely pressing into me. “That true, mon soleil?” Tugging my earlobe between his teeth, he forces himself in another inch, and with my legs pinned together in this position, I’m grateful for Damian’s cum making it easier. “Or did the sneaky bastard simply beat the rest of us to the punch?”
Another inch and I squirm, clenching my teeth. “He doesn’t tease me half as much, that’s for damn sure.”
Chuckling, he grips my hip and finishes burying himself inside of me. Only taking a second to let me adjust, he pulls back without ever fully withdrawing before snapping his hips. Every brutal thrust is rougher than the last and has me gasping as he drives me into the dirt, fucking me hard, but at his own leisurely pace.
His words are a whisper of praise in my ear, as constant and steady as the man giving them. “My sweet, amazing girl. Now that I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to be between your legs, how am I supposed to get anything else done?” Wrapping a hand around my throat, he pulls me up so that he’s leaning back on his heels, my back pressed into his chest as he continues with shallow thrusts.
“Do you see what you’re doing to him, love? He might have the honor of being your husband on paper, but he’d give anything to be in my position right now, buried inside of you. Feeling you tighten around his cock like-” he hisses in a sharp breath “- yes, just like that. Fuck, you’re perfect, Sabrina.” His other hand drops between my legs to start teasing me in quick circles. “Are you going to be good for me and scream my name while he watches you come?”
Though it makes me physically want to weep, afraid he’ll stop, I gasp out, “No.”
I shouldn’t have worried. If anything, he actually picks up his pace with a growl of annoyance, as if thinking he can change my mind by fucking the defiance out of me. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is gravelly as his fingers flex against my throat. “Now.”
“I want to be so busy swallowing his cock that nobody can hear me scream.”
One second I have heated cheeks and eyes clamped shut as Slade fucks the admission out of me, and the next I’m on my hands and knees, the head of Boden’s cock against my lips. Taking him in my mouth, they give me a few minutes to get comfortable before Slade picks up his pace. Every thrust sends Bo further down my throat until we’re all lost to the sensations.
Hands are everywhere; caressing, nails gently raking over my skin, smoothing the hair from my face and gathering it in a fist to guide my motions.
A sharp smack on my ass has me clenching around Slade and sets off my orgasm, sending him over the edge with me. His grip on my hip is bruising as he slams into me once more, flooding me with heat as his cum mixes with Damian’s. His cock is still twitching inside of me when Bo tightens his grip on my hair, fucking my face with shallow thrusts until he groans, coming down my throat.
The three of us finally untangle ourselves from each other, thoroughly sated and exhausted, and I roll onto my back, flopping onto the grass and slinging an arm over my eyes. Hands slip beneath my knees and shoulders as Damian chuckles. “While half-naked and cum dripping down your thighs is a fantastic look on you, I’d rather it not be a sight that other people get to see. Let’s go get you cleaned up and in bed.”
Damian hauls me up and cradles me against his chest as he begins the long trek back to the house, and this time? Slade doesn’t utter a single protest, simply presses a kiss to the top of my head and leads the way.
