Chapter 191

Natalie POV

I was barely coming down from the high of being with Nathan when I felt Jackson's strong hands grip my hips. The heat of his palms seared through my already sensitized skin as I started to lift myself off Nathan's sweat-dampened body. Jackson firmly pressed me back into a kneeling position on the bed, his fingers leaving ghost-white imprints that quickly flushed pink again. My body was still electrified, every nerve ending hypersensitive from my encounter with Nathan, each touch sending cascading ripples of sensation across my skin.

Blaise moved to my side with predatory grace, his eyes dark as midnight pools with hunger. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that tasted of desire and promise. His tongue swept against mine, sending shivers racing through me like lightning across a summer sky. Then, in one fluid motion that betrayed his physical strength, he slid beneath me, maintaining my kneeling position while positioning himself under me, his skin hot against my inner thighs.

Jackson's hands pressed against my shoulders, the pressure firm but not painful, guiding me forward until I was directly above Blaise's evident arousal. The room filled with the heavy scent of desire and sweat, a heady mixture that made my wolf stir with anticipation. I felt Jackson grip Blaise's hardness, aligning it with my entrance before pushing me forward with deliberate control.

A strangled gasp escaped me as Blaise entered my body. I was still sensitive from Nathan, making the sensation almost overwhelming—like touching a fresh bruise, painful yet strangely satisfying. My wolf purred with satisfaction at being claimed by another of her mates, a rumbling contentment that vibrated through my chest.

Blaise began moving beneath me, establishing a rhythm that had me breathing heavily within moments. His hands found my breasts, fingers exploring their weight before his thumbs circled my nipples, applying just enough pressure to make me arch my back. Jackson remained behind me, his strong grip on my hips occasionally guiding my movements to match Blaise's tempo, the three of us finding synchronicity in our shared pleasure.

The bedroom air grew thick and heavy around us, filled with soft moans and the whisper of skin against skin. Moonlight spilled through the window, painting our bodies in silver and shadow as we moved together. I was lost in the sensations when I felt Jackson's fingers begin exploring my rear entrance. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through my system—not unpleasant, just startlingly intimate. His fingers circled and pressed gently, testing my reaction, one hand still firmly gripping my hip to steady me.

"Can I?" Jackson's voice was strained with restraint, rough with desire yet hesitant, waiting for permission.

My breath caught in my throat, heart hammering against my ribs. This was new territory, both thrilling and intimidating. "Yes," I managed to whisper, the word barely audible over the sound of our collective breathing.

I felt him position himself behind me, his body radiating heat like a furnace, but his initial attempt to enter met resistance. I heard him mutter something under his breath, a soft curse mingled with reassurance, before shifting position. Then, to my surprise, he bent down, and I felt the warm, wet sensation of his tongue where his fingers had been moments before. The intimate caress was unexpected yet exquisite.

I cried out at the unexpected pleasure, my inner muscles clenching around Blaise, who groaned in response, his fingers digging into my thighs. I felt like a goddess writhing between two sex deities, completely at their mercy yet utterly in control. Power and vulnerability intertwined within me, a paradox of submission and dominance that heightened every sensation.

When Jackson stood again, his second attempt was more successful. There was a brief, sharp pain that made me wince and bite my lip, but he moved with exquisite slowness, allowing my body to adjust to this unfamiliar intrusion. Once he was fully seated inside me, he paused, his hands stroking soothingly down my back, tracing the curve of my spine with reverent fingertips.

"Okay?" he whispered, his voice tight with restraint, breath hot against my shoulder blade.

I nodded, unable to form words, my vocabulary reduced to gasps and moans. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming—both physically and emotionally. I felt connected to both men in a way I never had before, our bodies joined as one, boundaries blurring until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began.

Blaise had slowed his movements while Jackson entered me, but now he resumed with renewed vigor. Each of his upward thrusts affected Jackson's position, creating a synchronized rhythm that had me moaning uncontrollably. The dual sensations were unlike anything I'd experienced before—complementary yet distinct, like two instruments playing different parts of the same melody.

Through the haze of pleasure, I remembered Nathan. I turned my head, seeking him out in the dimly lit room. He sat at the edge of the bed, watching us with an expression caught between arousal and uncertainty. I reached out, drawing him toward me for a kiss, needing to include him in our connection. He was part of this too, no matter what. Even if he thought he'd completed his part.

As our lips met, tasting of salt and sweetness, I noticed Nathan was aroused again, his hand moving rhythmically along his length. The sight inflamed me further, adding another layer to my already overwhelming pleasure. This was how it should be—all of us together, finding pleasure in each other, a complete circle of desire and fulfillment.

"Nathan," Blaise called unexpectedly, his voice husky with desire. Nathan looked at him, a moment of silent communication passing between them. He hesitated briefly, uncertainty flickering across his features, then nodded, decision made.

To my surprise, Nathan moved closer, the mattress shifting under his weight, and Blaise took him into his mouth. I watched in fascination as Nathan's eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting back slightly, a moan escaping his lips as his hands found purchase in Blaise's hair.

"I thought he was against this," I mused to myself, observing the beautiful surrender on his face, "but he's more open than he realized."

The scene before me was almost too much to process—Nathan standing beside the bed, muscles taut with pleasure, his hips moving gently as Blaise pleasured him from below; Blaise simultaneously thrusting into me, his abdomen tensing with each movement; and Jackson moving steadily behind me, his knees braced on the bed on either side of my legs, his breath coming in controlled pants against my neck.

I felt another climax building within me, a tightening coil of pleasure threatening to unravel, but fought to hold back, wanting to prolong this extraordinary connection between the four of us. The room filled with our collective sounds—moans, gasps, the rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together, creating an erotic symphony that heightened every sensation.