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“Are you okay with that?” I ask.
Surely these three don’t get along well enough to watch this.
To let it happen.
The Prince of Death only grins, showing off those deceptively innocent dimples again. “It’s going to make me so fucking hard watching you get stretched by his knot when my cock is down your throat.”
I blush as I remember the image he had portrayed not that long ago.
I think you would look very pretty with my cock in your mouth, Godric taking your pussy, and Ze’ev taking your ass.
His eyes glitter when he seems to read my mind, registering that he’s a master of not only nightmares but also dreams, and he’s about to turn his into a reality.
I’m absolutely here for it.
“You tell me if you want any of this to stop,” Ze’ev whispers in my ear as he continues to prepare me. “Your heat will need to be broken by all three of us, but if it’s too much, I don’t care if Godric breaks every one of my fucking bones. I will stop him.”
A thrill runs up my spine as his chest presses against my back. “Never stop,” I reply as I lean back and curl my fingers behind his head. I offer my lips, and he takes my invitation, closing his mouth over mine.
My fingers grip Godric’s waistband as Ze’ev kisses me. He helps me undo the fabric keeping his body from mine.
Ze’ev is the one to break the kiss, and he turns my chin, making me look at how hard Godric is.
“You’re doing that to us,” he says.
His cock is swollen, massive, and the thick band of his knot threatens to bloom before he’s even inside me. A glimmer of liquid beads on the head of his engorged cock, and I run my finger over it, sending his flesh twitching, before I instinctually bring the liquid to my tongue.
Godric groans. “Sweet little moon,” he praises as he spreads his fingers through my folds, gathering my wetness, then he strokes it all over himself.
His cock glistens with my fluids and something primal in me awakens, pleased, as my cheeks warm with a rush of heat.
“Inside,” I demand.
Godric surprises me by keeping the distance between us while his fist leisurely strokes his cock, continuing to spread the wetness over himself.
“Let me see her,” he tells Ze’ev. “I want to admire our queen before I sink myself into her.”
The Outcast has no trouble obeying that kind of command from the pack master. He places his hands at my thighs and spreads me. Then he returns to positioning himself at my back entrance.
I don’t think he’s supposed to fuck me yet, but he defiantly inches inside. My whimper is what seems to unlock Godric from his position.
He growls, then forces himself inside, as if he can shove Ze’ev out of the way.
But Ze’ev is already fucking me from behind, staking his claim as his beast seems to take over, growling with challenge, daring the pack master to try to remove him.
It’s Arwan’s hand on Godric’s shoulder that seems to keep him lucid. The pack master glances at him, gives him a nod of approval, and then pulls out before slowly thrusting into me, allowing my body to accommodate his size.
“Oh,” I breathe as my body stretches in ways I’ve never experienced. There’s a new layer of muscle I seem to be able to control that I didn’t have before, and I experiment as I squeeze it.
Godric groans, then curses. “Don’t do that yet,” he says, but there’s a light smile on his lips as he punishes me by thrusting harder inside. I gasp as he rests his hand on my collarbone in a claiming type of motion. “We’re going at a pace I know you can handle, little moon.”
As if I have a death wish, I squeeze that muscle again, making Godric groan and sink himself into me.
I control the pace, I think with a sense of pride.
My body has most definitely changed.
“I need all of you,” I breathe as I glance at the Prince of Death, who is still watching us from the edge of the bed. The hard outline of his cock against his silky pants is difficult to ignore.
