"Do it, and don't you fucking dare come." Brandon's teeth were bared. When he looked down at me, his hand slammed down beside my head. "You want wild? Sweetheart, I've got you covered."
My ankles were rearranged to be resting on his shoulders as he moved over me, leaving me open and vulnerable. His head twisted a little as he rubbed the head of his cock against my folds, then he surged forward before I had the time to adjust. He was usually much more careful. He wasn't as massive as some of the guys, but he was still way bigger than anything I'd seen before coming here. Instead of slow rocking movements, he forced his way in.
My fingers clawed at the bedspread. The stretch was amazing and awful all at the same time, but the throb of my clit sealed the deal. I thrust back against him, and he groaned when he bottomed out.
"Cock in her mouth, now," he said with a shudder.
"You OK...?" Hawk's question trailed away as I leaned back, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock.
“No more asking permission, remember?”
His eyes darkened at that, his growl low in his throat as I licked along his length. He took over, pushing past my lips and down my throat.
I swallowed him down, but the bulbous head of his cock was forced further by Brandon's strokes. For a moment, I felt fear, that something so big and foreign was being pushed somewhere it’d never been before. Well, not that far down. But as my throat convulsed around Hawk’s cock, struggling to admit or reject him, my cunt did the same.
“Fuck, so fucking tight,” Brandon gasped, hammering into me. His thumb rubbed rhythmically against my clit.
“Get her there. I can’t take much more of this,” Hawk said.
In theory, I was in a position of vulnerability. Laid out between the two men, one on each end, I was caught on the spike of each of them and at the mercy of their thrusts. But I felt the shake in Hawk’s thigh as he moved, felt his fingers digging into my shoulders as he fought to moderate his movements. I heard the rasp of Brandon’s voice, the increasingly spasmodic hitch of hips as he pounded himself into me. I wasn’t being fucked, I was taking them into me, absorbing all that they were and all that they gave me, and my body came alive.
“Fuck, what is that?” Brandon asked, slowing momentarily, but I moved my hips, curled my leg around his, and forced him on.
“She’s glowing.”
And they were coming. I moved between them, the link that bound us all together. My cunt, my throat, all flexing in time with their movements. I tugged them along, I could feel it—that final swelling, as a man’s cock goes super hard, just before orgasm. And their pleasure was my pleasure. I rode my own hurtling ascent to orgasm along with theirs, feeling the desperation with which they tried to hold off but lured closer and closer by the undulations of my body.
Hawk yanked his cock from my mouth, and I had a front-row seat to watching it throb with anticipation, his jaw flexing as he fought for control.
“Here, now,” Brandon snarled, jerking my attention back. “Come, Jules.”
I was about to yell something at him, tell him my body didn’t operate on his timetable. But then he shifted his angle, his thumb rubbing over my clit, faster and faster. Hawk’s fingers cruelly tightened around my nipples, and my whole body stiffened as the pressure rose and rose.
“Fuck!” Brandon collapsed on top of me as we came, the glow of my body contagious as we both pulsed together. The pleasure I felt was less physical and more this huge diaphanous cloud that spread out and out, until it filled the room. A terrible rightness settled over me, an echo of the feeling of completion I’d felt when bonding Slade and Finn. In the darkness of my mind, Brandon’s Tirian rested his head on the shoulder of mine, grey on grey.
“You sure now’s not the right time?” I asked him as it felt like we hovered outside our bodies, clouds of sensation somehow tied to each other.
“No, never sure. Especially now.” I dimly felt his lips on mine. “Maybe I just want to enjoy this, be your lover rather than your mate for a bit longer.”
What burned inside my chest, it was fierce but undemanding. It needed Brandon to be a part of it but felt his coming was as inevitable as the sun, so there was no pain, no anguish at his words. “I love you,” I said. They were superfluous, we floated right now in the bond we shared, lit from within by that love. But somehow, I needed it to be out there. I saw the glow in Brandon’s chest flare brighter for a moment, and knew I was right to say it.
“And I, you. Always, always, always, love. I am yours.”
We both turned when I felt Hawk’s hand on my hip.
“Look at him,” Brandon rasped. “It’s like he’s seen the face of the Great Wolf herself.”
“The Great Wolf makes him hard?” I reached down to stroke his length.
“No, not this time,” Hawk said, pushing my hand away. “Gonna take everything I have not to spurt like a cub after three strokes.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, liking the feel of the thick muscle there. My lips went to his automatically. I drowned for a moment in the taste of mint and nicotine. He pulled me close, kisses fanning over my jaw. “I want to be inside you so badly.”
I felt languid and soft now, Brandon pulling me back so my head rested in his lap. He toyed with my breasts gently, just enough to turn the sweet burn in me into something a little sharper.
“It doesn’t matter if it's long or short. There’ll be more times, if you want them. Fuck me, Hawk. Any way you want.”
Brandon growled at this, but Hawk surged forward. My mouth went open as I felt the big blunt head of his dick connect with my wetness. He glanced down for a second, seeming to want to watch every second as he coated himself. I reached down, separating my folds so he could see every inch.