“Fuck.” He curses roughly, reaching down to fist himself as Archer does the same.
Emboldened by their reactions, I hold Archer’s gaze as I move my fingers faster, letting him see the naked desire on my face. A muscle in his jaw jumps as he strokes himself, and he’s breathing just as hard as I am as he murmurs, “Holy fuck, Sable. You’re so beautiful like this.”
My hips twist and roll beneath my hand. Pressure is building inside me, and as it does, the feelings of awkwardness fade like dew burned away by the sun.
I want to come for them. I want to show them.
Holding my breath, I move my hand lower, sliding two fingers into myself. As I begin to move them slowly, Archer’s face goes hard—so hard that at first I think he’s angry.
But as his fist moves faster along the length of his cock, I realize I was wrong.
He’s not pissed.
He’s turned on.
“Archer.” His name is a breathy moan. “Dare.”
My fingers are coated with slick arousal, and I thrust them as deep as I can get them before drawing out and finding my clit again. The pads of my fingers circle it in a blur, and then I steal a trick I learned from Trystan. I pinch gently, and the rush of sensation that barrels through me pushes me over the edge.
I arch off the bed, writhing and gasping as I come hard—so much fucking harder than I ever did beneath my little blanket in my bed all alone.
“Fuck,” I gasp, struggling to catch my breath as stars dance in front of my eyes. “Holy fuck.”
“Jesus, Sable.”
Archer’s voice is hard as steel, and before I can regain my equilibrium, he hooks my legs and pulls me toward him. I have just a second to notice the beads of liquid seeping from the tip of his cock before he drapes his body over mine and fills me in one hard thrust.
It’s only once he’s inside me that I realize just what watching me did to him. I can feel his need for me in every line of his body, and my sweet, gentle Archer is more animalistic than I’ve ever seen him be before. His jaw is tight, and his hips crash against mine as he drives into me.
I fucking love it.
I love that he needs me as much as I need him. That I’m not insane for the way I feel about him—about all of my mates.
Or if I’m crazy, at least they are too.
As he drives into me, I cling to him with one hand, holding on to his shoulder as the bed rocks slightly beneath us. My other hand reaches up to cup his jaw as he stares down at me with fire burning in his green eyes. And when I bring my fingers to his lips, his tongue darts out to taste the arousal that still lingers on my skin. He bites down on my fingertips
and then stills inside me, his hips grinding hard against mine as he empties himself.
He releases my fingertips and slumps over me for a second before rolling onto his back so he won’t crush me. I can feel his heart beating wildly against my skin as I rest on top of him.
“Holy fuck,” he groans. “I know I asked for that, but I really wasn’t prepared.” He slides his fingers through my hair, lifting my head a little as he looks down at me. “How’d you get to be so damn sexy?”
“I think that’s the mate bond talking,” I shoot back breathlessly, although a flush of pride rises up in me anyway. “You could probably watch me write a grocery list and think it was sexy.”
“Mm. It would be.” He tilts his hips up a bit to punctuate his words, his slowly softening cock sliding a little deeper.
“He’s right. You’re beautiful, moonlight.”
Dare’s voice behind me makes me flush. It strikes me all over again how strange it is that I felt shy about touching myself in front of these men, considering the show Archer and I just gave Dare.
But I like when my mates watch each other fuck me.
I like the way it seems to turn them on, and I like the reminder that I belong to all of them. That my wolf chose each of them, and that they chose me right back.
Pressing up, I rest my hands on the mattress next to Archer’s head and look over my shoulder at my other mate. Dare’s hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he’s not stroking himself. He’s squeezing the base, his jaw set almost as tightly as Archer’s was earlier. Slowly, I lift my hips so that Archer’s cock slides out of me. A gush of cum spills down my legs as I hold Dare’s gaze.
His lips curve up on one side in a hungry smile, and before I know it, he’s behind me. He doesn’t even pull me off of Archer, just tugs my hips back a little until I’m solidly on all fours and then drives inside me. Archer lies still beneath us, watching with a heated expression as Dare claims me with hard thrusts.