She lost any sense of time. Rich helped her straddle his hips over him on the bed, but he didn’t pull her down on his cock. Instead, he dipped the head into her wetness, and painted it over her clit, teasing her. His decadent mouth ate at her lips, sucking and biting until she was too sensitive to do more than pant. This was different. The way the touched her and controlled her was stronger. She couldn’t explain it, but it made her head spin. If she’d ever wondered before how a shifter claimed their mate, she didn’t have to now. Their explanation they gave her when she asked was lukewarm at best. The reality of their touch, need, and drive to have her blew away any misconceived notions she had. She rocked her hips, giving into the needs to feel more of Rich, and hoping Deni wouldn’t stop the action with a command. Rich kissed his way down from her lips, over the slope of her neck, and sank his teeth, enough to sting, into the flesh around her pulse. A growl filled the air, and Rich let the skin go before sucking across her clavicle.
“Don’t test it, Rich,” Deni thundered.
“Then hurry the fuck up,” Rich growled back.
Rich continued his exploration down her body until he reached the slope of her breasts. Not to be left behind, Deni gripped the edge of her butt plug and shifted deep inside of her and she gasped.
“Arch that back baby,” Deni told her.
The shift pressed her nipple into Rich’s mouth, and he sucked it in. She rode the tip of his cock, trembled as he bit her nipples, and swallowed every time Deni moved the plug. Together they played with her sensitivity, until she couldn’t separate the sensations. They all teased and pushed her up higher with each stroke. Then, they changed. Rich sucked harder on her nipples, pushing her other tit near his mouth until he could switch sides, leaving a wet heat behind. Deni curled around her ass and jerked the plug. They were rougher, more aggressive, and she could do nothing but hold on.
“Yes, right there,” she gasped out when Rich pressed a spot.
“Do. Not. Come,” Deni demanded. He punctuated each word with a slap. She clenched her thighs, holding off the wave of pleasure, and fighting to keep her head clear. But Rich didn’t stop playing with her, and Deni moved the plug in and out with single-minded determination. Then, with no warning, Rich slammed into her pussy and she screamed.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Clench around my dick. There you go.”
Rich worked her, fucking up into her, and holding her in place so she couldn’t move. She hovered between him and Deni, a slave to their pleasures. Rich’s thick cock filled her as he moved, and she couldn’t deny she wanted more, needed more. It didn’t feel right, with just him inside of her with Deni in the room. She wanted them to share, to be together. She reached back and gripped Deni’s hip where she could reach him, and pulled him forward.
“Almost time, pretty girl,” he told her.
He curled down around her and wrapped one thick arm around her waist. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and sank into his touch. Hot breath kissed her lips, and she pressed her body into him.
“This is what you want, this connection. You were meant for us,” he whispered.
He left the plug, pulled out to the thickest part spreading her muscles, and reach around to her clit. Rich’s fingers clenched into her thighs, and Deni played her like an instrument over him. She cried out.
“Please let me come, Sir. Please.”
She wasn’t above begging. Her clit was tight and she felt the urge to come spiraling in her belly. Rich's hard cock rubbed her insides and the delicious friction on made her crazy. She needed to come, to scream, and wail. But Deni’s demand kept her on the plane, riding a knife’s edge of pleasure and pain.
“Not yet.”
She whimpered, lost and tumbling with emotions that killed her. As hard as they fucked her, there was softness too. Caring in each caress. Love shining out of their eyes. She gripped Rich’s face, and forced him away from her breasts long enough to look at her.
“I love you,” she whispered and he froze. She reached behind her head and caressed Deni’s shaved head. “I love you, too, Deni.”
Ground fucking zero. For a few, timeless moments the world froze around them. Sex filled the air, their heavy breathing pulsed together, and she swore their hearts synchronized. And then they roared, a sound blasting up to the rafters and buffeting her. She couldn’t have imagined their reaction, or the explosive action. Rich ripped her body to his and hugged her tight to his chest. Deni whipped the plug from her ass and lined up his cock to the crevice.
“Now, Deni. Fucking now, before I lose my shit,” Rich said, his voice rough, hard, filled with emotion.
Deni didn’t respond, but her ass burned, even after the plug, to accommodate his girth. She breathed, bearing down on his cock, and willing her muscles to relax. He didn’t go soft and easy, too far gone to give her time to adjust to him. She’d done this, sent them to this level of crazy. Her ass would pay for it later, but for now she loved it. Deni sank into her, balls deep, and Rich did the same.
“Mine,” they growled.
Deni found the flesh of her neck, just over her pulse, and Rich did the same on the other side. Deni struck first, but only a half a fraction before Rich, and their teeth slid into her skin. This was different than the other, teasing bites she had before. This was a slap to the ass, a hot sting that took her breath away, and Deni didn’t let her have it back. He gripped her throat, and fucked, his hips swayed back and forth with deliberate intent. Rich bucked hard under her, slapping her clit with his groin muscle. There was no more finesse between them, or demands to be listened to. They fucked her—raw, untamed, lost in their worlds. It was better than any fantasy she could have ever had. She clawed at Rich’s back, jerked her hips back and forth, and screamed between their cocks.
“I’ll never let you go,” Deni said against her lips. “I love you more than life itself.”
“And you will never be alone again. You can always count on my love,” Rich added.
She rode the wave, body clenching, life altering, and screamed as Deni slapped her clit and sent her shooting into the sun.
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#HearMeRoar Why I Said YES to Love
By Alejandra Perez (The future Wright-Denard) | Jan 18 | Love, Power, Feminism, Wedding Bell | 0 Comments
Hey Lovies!
I’ve been gone for a bit, and that’s because I had to move. That’s right gals and girls, I moved to ALASKA! Good thing I could bring the business with me, right? So many of you have been following the posts I’ve shared with my life with the shifter mates. It’s been eye-opening, and I’ve appreciate all the supportive love I’ve gotten on this path. Three together isn’t the normal for most human groups, and you have really been open with me.
Not that it would change a thing, a girl can be honest.
I wouldn’t give up my mates for the world, and the love we share, between the three of us, is what I’ve always been looking for. Period. No questions. What’s doubt? Always. I’m super excited, and look forward to our special ceremony coming up soon where I will marry my two hunks and make the permanent change to my name, well, because I’m traditional. *Snort* I’ll keep you all updated, oh, and on the pregnancy, too.
Oops, did I just tell you I’m going to have twins?
Oops, dammit, there I went again.
Smooches xoxox
Ally, D, R, and Thing 1 & 2 (Dammit!)
THE END