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“I’m ready,” she promises and he wedges his fingers in next to mine.
She cries out this time, panting, through the stretch. “Too much?” he asks, his hand dropping down to stroke his erection. There’s a bead of precum at the tip and he spreads it around.
“No,” she inhales deeply then exhales, “I can take it.”
“You sure?” he asks, licking his tongue over her nipple. “Because if it’s too much, I can ease up.”
She shakes her head, dropping her thighs farther apart, making more room for us. We finger fuck in and out of her, feeling her pussy getting slicker with every thrust. DK continues to toy with her nipples, and I bend, sucking on her pretty, swollen, clit. Soon her breathing grows irregular and her pussy tightens around my fingers. I look up at her face–eyes closed–deep in the moment. Her lips part and DK rises up, pressing his mouth to hers. I follow, sliding my tongue in after his. Her hands wrap around our necks, keeping us close. My belly clinches from the heat of our breath mingling with hers, all three of our tongues slick and touching.
We’re like this when she comes, slowly taking turns kissing her, worshiping every part of her body. Her orgasm feels electric, spreading through her body, into the curl of her fingertips and the rise of her hips, but mostly when her pussy clenches around our fingers like she never wants to let go.
My body feels alive—everything from the blood thrumming through my veins to the fact that I’m not sure if my cock has ever been this hard. When I finally pull my fingers out, I use the slick from her pussy to coat my cock.
“Jesus,” DK mutters, caught in it too, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of his body. “Need inside. Right now, Ari. I need inside so fucking bad.”
“Fuck me,” she encourages, rocking her hips. “I want to feel you, too.”
He lifts up and brings her down on his erection, groaning when he’s inside. “Goddammit,” he grunts, pulling her forward and leaving her ass in the air. His big hands come around her cheeks and he spreads her. “Get in there before I blow.”
I’m already slick when I move behind her, knees pressing into the mattress, her tight puckered hole quivering every time DK’s fingers tease the spot. I lick my fingers and press them against her.
“You want this, Nettie?” I ask, pushing the tip of my finger inside, feeling the tension as her body tries to fight me. My balls tighten just at the thought. Timothy took her ass the last time we were together, but I want her like this—maybe more than I’ve wanted anything before.
“It feels so good when you’re both in me—like nothing else can get inside. It’s just us,” she says, slowly riding DK’s cock. He rises up, sucking on her tit. Fisting the base of my cock, I ease in behind her, placing a hand on her lower back. DK and Ari slow down, letting me line up and press the tip against her entrance. I fight the urge to just tear into her, fight that monster that lies underneath my skin, always wanting to know how far I can go—how far she’ll let me.
But that’s the thing about Arianette. There are no limits. Not with how far she’ll fight or love or let us love her.
Tonight isn’t about hurt, it’s about healing and I don’t rush. It feels so fucking good going in—the stretch of her taking me while DK fills her up. We fall into a rhythm, one that transcends everything we’ve experienced. Our bodies letting out the stress and emotions we’ve gone through. The relief of all of it being over.
She moans between us, the sound low and broken, and the three of us move together like we’ve done this a hundred times, even though it still feels brand new. DK thrusts up into her while I push deeper from behind, the tight heat of her body gripping me so hard my vision blurs at the edges. Every time he bottoms out, I feel it. Every time I sink in, he groans like he’s the one being taken apart.
“Fuck—look at you,” I rasp against her shoulder, one hand sliding around to cup her breast while the other stays firm on her hip. “Taking both of us. So goddamn perfect.”
Ari’s head drops forward, copper curls spilling across DK’s chest. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop—”
We don’t.
The rhythm builds, harder, deeper, the wet sounds of our bodies and the creak of the bed filling the room. I can feel DK’s control fraying the same way mine is. His hands dig into her waist, holding her steady while we both fuck her through every wave of pleasure until her whole body starts to shake.
“I’m close,” she gasps.
“Thank fuck,” DK says, voice rough. “Let us feel it.”
She shatters between us with a cry that goes straight to my cock, clenching so tightly around both of us that I can’t hold back any longer. I bury myself deep and come hard, pulsing inside her while DK follows right after, groaning her name like a curse and a prayer at the same time.
Several heartbeats pass before any of us move. We just stay locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slick and trembling. I press a slow kiss to the side of her neck, then another to her shoulder, feeling the last of the tension finally drain out of my body.
I can’t help but think about how the three of us are a long way from where this started, each of us being brought to the House of Night and thrown into a world of power and tradition. Enemies, then lovers, now bound from one side of the veil to the next.
Whatever comes next—whatever ghosts still linger in Forsyth—they can wait.
Right now she’s here, safe, full of us, and the three of us are still breathing in the same bed.
That’s enough.
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