Page 37 of Freed

“Do it. I dare you.”

I have no idea what possesses me to say those words, but as I whisper them to him in challenge, my entire body feels like a tightened coil ready to burst at any moment. Or perhaps that analogy may better describe Chase, because he growls.

Literally growls, then hastily pushes my jacket down my arms, not even pushing it off fully before his hands are at the waistband of my jeans.

I reach for him as the three of us impatiently rid each other of our clothes, as if we’re all just as desperate as each other to seal this bond.

I know I am. And not just because I lost the bond with Maddox, Bain, and Gage, but because it seems insane that I’ve known the twins as long as I have, and we still haven’t cemented the bond. I’m tired of excuses and I’m tired of waiting. I don’t even want any foreplay. I just want his knot inside of me and his mark on my skin. Hunter’s too. I fear that if I don’t get it soon, I’ll die from frustration.

Once our clothes are gone, I leap onto Chase, wrapping my arms around him and grinding my wet core against his hard cock that’s pressed tightly between us.

His lips find mine as I cling to him. Hunter’s fingers find my ass, circling my rear before he starts to gently press inside. I gasp against Chase, making him groan.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”

Hunter’s teeth gently glide over my shoulder before he whispers, “Her body is getting ready for us, making sure she’s ready to take our knots.”

I suck in a sharp breath and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, one knot at a time, pretty girl.” I relax a little, knowing he isn’t going to try and knot my ass at the same time Chase is in my front.

Though now that the image has popped in my head, maybe it’s something we can do one day.

“Fuck, she just got so much wetter,” Chase groans.

“Hmm, you like that idea. Don’t you, baby?” Hunter asks, making me nod as Chase starts to kiss down the front of my neck.

“Not for your first time, but we’ll work up to that one day,” Hunter tells me as his finger starts to thrust in and out of my ass, making me grind harder against Chase.

His cock presses against my clit and I cry out. “I’m going to come.” Suddenly, Chase’s erection is no longer pressed against me and I whine.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby girl,” Chase coos as I’m lowered to my back on top of Hunter. “I just don’t want to waste a shred of your orgasm without one of our cocks inside you.”

“Yes!” I gasp, arching my back, wanting that too.

“Hold her still,” Chase says, glancing over my shoulder at Hunter as he kneels between my legs, spreading my thighs and staring down at my pussy. He runs his fingers through my folds then uses that wetness to lube himself. He does it twice more before he sticks two of his large fingers into me, all the way to the knuckle.

I cry out, my fingers digging into Hunter’s arms around my waist as I try, unsuccessfully, to arch my back. Hunter’s grasp keeps me secured against him. He bends his knees, his feet flat on the ground and Chase hooks one of my legs over Hunter’s as he pulls his fingers out and lubes himself up again. Then he hooks my other leg over Hunter’s, spreading me wide.

I see his fingers lower to my entrance and I shake my head. “If you shove those in me again, I’m going to come,” I warn him.

He grins at me as he returns his hand to stroke his cock in one long, hard movement. “You ready for me, baby girl?”

“Please!” I beg. “Chase, I need you,” I say desperately, almost tearing up with my desire for him. He seems to see in my eyes how serious I am, and he nods, his grin gone as he leans forward, placing a hand beside my head as he lines himself up with my entrance.

I feel his tip notch inside and I tighten up on instinct. “Relax,” Hunter whispers in my ear between kisses to my neck. “It will feel so much better if you let him in.”

I nod, forcing my pussy to unclench, and Chase takes that as his opportunity to push in. He doesn’t do it little by little; he doesn’t move slowly. It’s just one steady thrust all the way until his balls hit my ass, making me cry out as my hands fly to his shoulders.

He grits his teeth, clearly trying to hold back as I feel his hips tilt back then he pushes forward, hard, and my eyes roll back in my head.

It feels amazing.

By the look on his face, I know he’s still holding back, so I urge him on. “Harder, Chase. Give me everything.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls between thrusts.

“You can’t. I was made for you,” I remind him. That seems to do it. With both hands on the ground on either side of our heads, he starts to thrust faster and harder.

“Yes!” I gasp, feeling my orgasm moments away from coming. After several more thrusts, I grab his head and shoulder and pull him down to me as my fangs descend. I sink them into the top of his shoulder, marking him as mine as my orgasm explodes out of me.