38: Sharing is Caring

I couldn’t stop my core clenching around Luke at the thought of both of them taking me at the same time.

Luke smirked. “I assume you’re on board then, my Queen?” I nodded, unable to stop squirming. I heard Nathaniel’s steps behind me, but they stopped again before he reached us.

I could feel the question in the air before he even asked it. “Top drawer,” I whispered. That drawer was full of toys and lube. What more could a girl need?

Luke set me back down on my feet, taking my hand and leading me towards the bed. He bent down, his mouth crashing into mine. I moaned into the kiss, feeling myself getting somehow even wetter.

I suddenly could taste blood; apparently I needed to feed. I must have caught Luke’s lip with my teeth.

He pulled back, staring at my eyes. “Have you fed?” he whispered. I shook my head. “Effie… you need to, especially now you’re in heat with two of us as your mates,” he continued, voice frustrated. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back. I knew Luke was right. I also knew my eyes were turning red as Athena came out to play. She wanted her mate, and she needed to feed.

I ran my tongue along my teeth, Luke staring intently.

I pushed him back onto the bed so he was laying down, ending up with me straddling his hips. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt,” I whispered as I guided him inside me. He groaned as I sank down his length, thrusting his hips back up to bury himself deeper. I leaned over him, pressing my lips against his before working my way along his jaw and down his neck.

He moaned as my lips ran over my mark on his neck, stiffening as my teeth grazed over it. “Not yet, Effie,” he whispered. “I won’t last when you do it.”

I sat back, watching his face. “Okay,” I whispered, giving him a small smile, before starting to move again, loving the feeling of him stretching me.

And yet, more was to come.

I looked over my shoulder; Nathaniel was hanging back, not as confident as usual. I nodded at him, and gave him a small smile that turned into a gasp when Luke thrusted up inside me so hard that I whimpered, my attention getting pulled back to him.

Luke’s hands appeared at the bottom of my back, pulling me down so I lay on top of him, adjusting me to give Nathaniel better access to my ass. Nathaniel’s hand appeared on my hip, and within seconds, one the fingers on his other hand was covered in lube and pushing inside.

I moaned, revelling in the feeling, instinctively trying to push back on him. Nathaniel’s hand disappeared, being replaced within seconds by his cock.

Luke lifted me off him, teasing just the first couple inches, giving Nathaniel a chance to push in. I cried out as Nathaniel pushed inside me, unable to stop my muscles squeezing around Luke, pulling a groan from his throat as he fought to slow his own climax.

Nathaniel pushed slowly as if he was afraid to hurt me. “Nathaniel, please,” I whimpered, my voice needy, demanding. “I need you inside me,” I begged. I hated begging, but jeez I needed him.

He leaned over me to whisper in my ear. “Anything for you, my Queen.”

With that, he pulled me up so my back was against his chest, arm around my shoulders, and thrust all the way inside me to the hilt, buried as deep as he could go. I cried out at the fullness and his new angle, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I met Luke’s eyes, my gaze frantic. I needed him too. I needed them to fill me, devour me, make me scream.

Nathaniel’s grip was holding me in place, stopping me moving, stopping me from taking control. Luke’s hands parted my legs even more, opening me wider for both of them.

Nathaniel started thrusting inside me, his strokes deliciously slow and deep. I let my head fall back on his shoulder, eyes falling shut, unable to prevent the whimper that escaped my lips with each thrust.

“What do you need, my Queen?” Luke’s voice was gravely, he was close to losing control.

Luke thrust inside me as deep as he could and stayed there. Nathaniel did the same, his mouth going to my ear once more. “I’m not moving until you answer him, my Queen. Better tell him quickly so we all get to feel good.”

So full. So intense.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Devour me. Make me scream.”

With that, they both pulled out, before slamming back in, and hard, perfectly synchronised. I cried out at the change; going from deliciously full to so very empty and back to deliciously full again and again was enough to have me starting to come apart between them.

Before I could settle into the rhythm, they changed it up. Luke would thrust in whilst Nathaniel pulled out. Luke’s hands were caressing my breasts, whilst one of Nathaniel’s tangled in my hair. He used his grip in my hair to hold my back against his chest, and tilted my head to the side to expose his mark. His teeth grazed that sensitive spot, my eyes ending up fluttering and rolling back, my breath coming out in a gasp.

Luke suddenly sat up beneath me, the change of angle making me feel even more deliciously full. I whimpered, unable to do nothing but still between them, taking everything they had to give me.

Luke’s face showed just how close he was. It was now or never. I needed to feed.

Sensing that, Nathaniel’s hand untangled from my hair, giving me the space I needed to reach Luke’s neck.

Both Luke and Nathaniel had slowed their thrusts, moving in and out of me in tandem. Like they were both waiting for me to bite Luke.

My fingers wound into Luke’s hair, my lips meeting his. I groaned when his tongue slipped out to meet mine, just as his finger started drawing circles around my clit.

I broke away from Luke’s kiss, trailing my lips along his jaw and down his neck towards the spot I’d marked him.

The second my teeth pierced his neck, the power exploded from me. Luke and Nathaniel both groaned, their pace suddenly becoming frantic as they raced towards their climax.

The pressure was building inside me, my orgasm coming closer and closer as my mates moved faster and faster.

We all exploded together, the subsequent power burst causing a power cut.

Oops…

No regrets.