Having her here, in my arms, was like ripping open that old wound, releasing years of pent-up emotions like a tidal wave that was drowning me.
Drowning all three of us.
Dorian staggered and dropped to his knees just out of reach before me. Beside him, on the floor, was the one thing I’d forgotten about, the training box the Prillons used on new brides to ready them to accept two mates at once, one in the pussy and one in the ass.
The thought of fucking her with Dorian made my cock so hard my balls ached, increased my need. I never bothered to imagine that would be possible for me, but now? I wanted it. Wanted her spread wide, open and accepting of both our cocks. Begging for more. Completely mindless with pleasure as we both worshipped her body. A groan escaped me and Chloe wiggled in my arms. My vice-like grip tightened. If I moved, I’d lose control.
“Seth,” she whispered my name, her voice like a soothing balm. There was no judgment there, just acceptance. And a need that rivaled my own. God bless the fucking collars. She knew. I didn’t have to say anything.
I breathed deeply, my nose and lips pressed to her bare throat. “I want to know everything about you, Chloe. Everything. I need to know you. But right now…” How could I tell a woman I just met that I was on the edge of losing control, that the alien collar around my neck was making me insane with the lust of two powerful warriors, that if I moved at all, I might throw her down on the ground and rut into her like a crazed animal?
Dorian leaned forward, his hands in fists pressed to the floor as he, too, fought for control. “By the gods, Seth, you’re going to drive us all mad.”
I shook my head. I had a plan. I’d done nothing but think of how I would take her this first time. How we would talk to her, learn her, touch her slowly and build her need. I’d thought it through to the finest detail—where I would kiss her first, the words I would speak as I made her mine, the words I would give Dorian, my second, for making this possible for both of us. I owed him a great debt, for I would never have taken a bride alone.
When her fingers lifted and fisted in my hair, when she turned her head and her mouth found mine, my plans evaporated like dust in the wind. It seemed the collars worked for her as well.
“Kiss me. Fuck me. Rip off this stupid hospital gown and make me yours. I want you. I want you both. Now. Right now.” Chloe’s words detonated in my mind and before I could fight for an ounce of self-control, I ripped the gown from her body and claimed her mouth with my tongue and her hot, wet pussy with two fingers buried deep. I pumped into her, rubbing her clit hard and fast, without mercy, until she arched in my arms on a silent scream and her body pulsed, hot and tight, around my fingers.
One. That was one. And she hadn’t screamed my name. Hadn’t begged.
I was going to make her beg.
Chloe
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Oh. My. God.
Seth’s tongue invaded my mouth, demanding and relentlessly tasting. Exploring. Owning me in a kiss. His fingers pushed deep, no foreplay, no teasing, and I arched my hips into his rough touch, needing this. Needing more.
Behind me, I knew Dorian watched, listened, his presence and attention making me feel beautiful and sexy and oh-so-naughty. I loved knowing he was there, wanting to join in, watching us, devouring me with his eyes. I felt it through the collar. Where Seth was familiar and hot as hell in a very comforting way, Dorian was alien. Golden, like a lion. His hair and skin were beautiful. His features were sharper than a human’s, his teeth a bit more pointed, his eyes? Amber, like a cat’s, and intensely focused. His features were humanlike, but sharper, the angles of his nose and cheeks more distinct. Primitive and masculine in a way that made me feel very, very feminine. His raw lust pulsing through the collar added gasoline to an inferno and I broke, I shattered in seconds, my body not my own. I’d never come like that before. Not that easily or quickly. Or with such need.
Seth’s hand stilled, pressed deep, holding me open and impaled on his thick fingers as he kissed me over and over, his hunger a drug that fed my own.
Throwing my arm out to the side, I tangled it in Dorian’s long, golden hair and pulled him toward me, until his lips latched onto my nipple. Dorian growled, the sound shooting straight to my clit so that I cried out into Seth’s mouth as he suckled me, his free hand moving to my thigh, pulling my leg wide, to the side, open for Seth’s exploration.
Seth lifted his head from mine. “Taste her pussy, Dorian. Taste her. I want to know if she’s sweet.”
Dorian’s answer was a groan and he popped my nipple free to trail his lips over my side. He lingered for a few seconds when he discovered my scar, the foot-long tribute to my past, and Bruvan’s fuck-up, the mistakes I’d had to learn to live with. But he moved on quickly, pulling my leg wider and shifting me to settle it over his shoulder. My other leg remained on Seth’s thigh, my bottom in mid-air as Dorian lowered his mouth to hover over my pussy. The wet pussy where Seth’s fingers still stroked me deep, on the inside, driving me wild.
As soon as Dorian was in position, Seth’s fingers slid up over my clit slowly, as he left me open for his second’s mouth.
I thought Seth was lost in the moment, but I was wrong, as his fingers trailed up my side, tracing the scar there, the scar that Dorian had paused to study for no more than a second.
His fingertips trailed over the wound lightly, a blast of protective pain coming through the collar, and I whimpered in response, tears threatening to overwhelm me as the emotional rollercoaster I was riding with
these two plummeted and rose with a speed and fury I had trouble containing.
Seth continued his journey until that same hand was buried in my hair, holding me in place for the mastery of his kiss.
I melted. Completely under his spell.
And then Dorian’s mouth clamped onto my pussy, tongue going deep, then sliding free to suck and tease my clit. I was spread between them, held in place, I had no choice but to submit. To surrender.
And the truth was, I didn’t want them to stop. I needed this just as much as they did.
Dorian worked me to a second peak, my orgasm deeper, longer than the first frantic release. My toes curled and I could not stop the long, keening moan that drifted into the room as Dorian clamped down on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, two fingers buried in my pussy as I lost control once more.