Free Web NovelChapter 73: Three’s Not A Crowd
"Fuck," Corrian breathes, and his hands tighten on mine. "I can feel him. Can feel his cock through you. This is—you’re incredible. You were made for this."
"So full," I gasp, and my voice is shaking with the intensity of it all. "I can feel both of you. It’s so much. It’s—"
I’m safe, they’ve got me, the dilation is beyond anything.
"Move," I gasp. "Please– need you to move."
Corrian doesn’t need to be told twice. He flexes his hips and pulls out slowly, every inch of him drags through my soaked channel with heady slowness. When he pushes back in with a controlled thrust I yield to them completely.
Ezra mirrors his movement, pulling out as Corrian pushes in, and the alternating rhythm means I’m never empty, always filled by at least one of them. Indescribable pleasure, so acute it dangles on the border of pain, they’re touching something deep inside that’s never been stroked before.
They find a rhythm together, moving in perfect synchronization. I’m lost in it, eyes rolled to the back of my head, drowning in sensation, my body no longer my own, a pliable thing they’re playing like an instrument.
River kneels on the bed beside Corrian, his cock level with my face. When I look up at him his expression is reverent and hungry all at once. He cups my face with both hands, his thumbs stroking over my cheekbones, and leans down, dragging his tongue across my lips until I part for him and he pulls us into a long, liquid kiss. Pulling back, he keeps my face cradled, and when he speaks I’m lost to the narcotic power of his voice and eyes.
"Can you take me too, beautiful? Let me have your mouth while they fuck you?"
I nod eagerly, and drop my jaw wide in invitation. He throws his head back and growls at the sight, nipping my bottom lip once before sitting back on his heels and guiding his silken head between my lips, a tender assault that lets me adjust to the final intrusion. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Pushing my tongue out to accommodate his size, I relax as he flexes his hips and slides deeper. Savouring the musky taste of him, I whimper around him. The vibration makes him curse, and his hands tighten in my hair as he starts to move. Shallow thrusts at first, letting me get used to the rhythm, and then deeper as I relax my throat and take him further.
Now, I’m breached completely. Corrian in my pussy, Ezra in my ass, River in my mouth, and the sensation of three of them at once is so consuming, tears leak from the corners of my eyes. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Not tears of pain or distress, of devastating euphoria, of feeling so completely owned and worshipped that my body doesn’t know how to process it all.
I’m aware of Jax and Leo somewhere nearby, can hear the sounds they’re making, can sense their presence even though I can’t see them, and knowing they’re watching this, watching me take our pack mates, makes everything even more intense.
"Look at her," Corrian groans, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "Such an angel letting us fill her. Perfect. So fucking perfect."
I can’t respond, my mouth’s too full of River’s cock, but I moan around him in agreement, and the sound makes him thrust deeper. Ezra’s hands have moved from my hips to my breasts, cupping and squeezing, his fingers rolling nipples between them sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
The rhythm they’ve established is perfect, Corrian and Ezra moving in opposition, pushing against each other with every thrust, River fucks my mouth with increasing urgency. I’m being used, it’s everything I never knew I needed.
"She’s close," Corrian says, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. "Can feel her cunt clenching, getting tighter with every thrust."
"Make her cum," Ezra growls, and his thrusts become harder, more demanding. "Want to feel her lose control around my cock."
Corrian’s hand slides between us pinching my clit hard. A yelp pushes out the sides of my lips and he circles the swollen bud with just the right amount of pressure. That’s all it takes.
I shatter, tumble into oblivion, my holes clenching around them as pleasure floods through every nerve ending. I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming around River’s cock, that my entire body is shaking, that they’re all groaning and cursing as they feel me come apart.
They don’t stop moving, don’t give me a chance to recover, just keep fucking me through the orgasm until I’m completely at their mercy.
"Beautiful," Ezra purrs, his voice rough with desire. "So fucking beautiful when you cum for us."
River pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air, my jaw aching in the best possible way. He strokes my face gently, his thumb brushing away the tears that have tracked down my cheeks, and when he speaks his voice is full of awe.
"You’re incredible, mate," he says. "I’m close, beautiful. Where do you want me?"
"Mouth," I gasp, still trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm. "Want to taste you. Want to swallow every drop."
He groans at my words and guides his cock back to my mouth. I duck my head and nip and suck his pulsing knot, preening in the growls and grunts that pulls from his throat. Sitting back up, he guides his swollen head between my lips, and this time his thrusts are less controlled, more desperate. I can feel him swelling, can taste the change in his pre-come, and I know he’s close.
I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks and working my tongue along the underside of his shaft, and when he finally comes, pushing his head down my throat, it’s with a roar that echoes through the room. He floods my mouth with his release, I gulp eagerly, taking everything he gives me, and the taste of him is perfect and right and mine.
He pulls out carefully, and I look up to find him staring down at me with an expression of absolute devotion. He leans down and kisses me, deep and thorough, tasting himself on my tongue, and when he pulls back he’s smiling.
"I love you," he murmurs. "You’re absolutely perfect."
