Page 101 of Cursed

I love that they have finally bonded. I insisted he take this moment to be alone with her… to reconnect. And connect they did. But now I need to see the evidence of their union for myself. “Rourke, on your back. I want to see you inside our gorgeous mate.”

My dragon shifter positions himself on his back. Shayla braces herself up a bit and looks over her shoulder to watch my eyes blow out black, and my fangs descend at the glorious sight of their joining.

“Fuck. This has to be the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. Shayla’s tight little pussy stretched over Rourke’s thick fucking knot. I might come just looking at this.” My fingers slide over her taut lips and around the base of Rourke’s shaft.

With the delicious sensation, they both begin to pump into each other’s hips.

My wandering finger, slick with their juices, probes Shayla’s asshole. She clenches as my two fingers slide in.

“Would you both like me to claim this tight ass?” I ask.

“Please!” they answer together, as one.

“Music to my ears. I’ve been dreaming about this since the beginning.” I nibble and lick at where they are joined.

Shayla gushes and heats up.

I use the slick to lubricate my shaft, anticipating how amazing this will feel.

She sucks in a breath when the head of my cock touches her back door.

My strong hand circles her throat. I bend her back like a bow and kiss her. In her neediness, she wiggles her ass, desperate to have me inside her.

Same, babe. Same.

I push in, past her tight ring, sliding in cautiously, until I’m to the hilt. I don’t know if she’s this tight because of Rourke’s massive cock and knot inside her pussy, but I’m sure it helps.

“Fuck,” we all hiss at the same moment, then laugh.

How long has it been since I’ve truly laughed? And being intimate truly made me feel lighter? I don’t know, but I like the newness of it.

Speaking of new, Shayla isn’t used to two cocks inside her, and a knotted one to boot. She’s sweating and breathing hard.

“Relax, my love.” I begin to pump into her, my sack tapping Rourke’s monster balls.

“Fuck.” Rourke blows out a breath. “It’s like you are fucking both of us. I can feel your cock sliding up and down over mine inside her.”

Shayla’s body spasms around our dicks. She’s on the verge of coming.

“Suck our mate’s pretty tits, won’t you?” I take a handful of her breast and offer it to Rourke.

He curls up off the ground and latches onto her nipple, pulling so hard I feel it through our connection.

She’s about to explode.

“Branden, I need to claim you,” Rourke grunts as he feels the detonation of our lovemaking about to go off.

His claiming me will make this insanely explosive.

“Goddess, yes, please,” I plead, and I’m shocked by my need and my confession.

Shayla twists, throws an arm around my neck, and pulls me closer to Rourke. I curl around her and give her a kiss. “I love you, Mi Sangre Amor.”

“I love you too,” she pants while I slow my rhythm, but it only makes the sensation of fucking her ass more intense.

I face Rourke. The love shining in his eyes is almost too much to bear. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have these two as my mates. They genuinely love me for me. Not for what I can do for them—not for how they can use me.

“Branden, I love you with all that I am,” Rourke promises.

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