Page 17 of Forged Bonds

Seating himself deep inside Cas, Shan began to grind his hips in a little circle. Caspian’s eyes practically rolled back in his head. He gasped and tensed, his entire body trembling and sweating, and his cum filled me. I didn’t wait for Shan to help work the knot in me. My hands gripped Caspian’s ass and I pulled myself closer to him, groaning when his hips met my ass.

He almost collapsed on me but Shan caught him, holding him up as I reached down to rub my clit. Shan hadn’t let up on the grinding circles, and Cas was fucking wrecked. He kept murmuring, “Oh, gods,” like he couldn’t form any thoughts other than the pleasure. His oversensitive cock was throbbing and with him stuffed so tight in me, I felt every tiny twitch.

“Good boy, love, what a good boy,” Shan murmured, his lips against Caspian’s neck but his eyes locked with mine. “You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well. Your ass clenches so fucking good around my cock, and you look so gorgeous balls deep in Freya. Does it feel good?”

Caspian nodded jerkily.

“You’re going to give Daddy two more orgasms, OK?”

My eyes widened and Caspian shook his head. “I can’t, Daddy, I can’t. It’s too much.”

Shan pulled out and slammed back in Cas, jolting both of us. “Youcan. You know what to say if you really can’t, but I think you can. Two more. I want to come inside your tight hole and keep fucking you until it’s dripping out of you.”

A couple tears dripped from his eyes, but he nodded. I wasn’t sure he could take it, honestly, but Shan had been with him for far longer than I had. They knew each other’s limits, and they were bonded too. If the too-intense pleasure turned to true pain, Shan would know.

“Freya, you’re coming two more times too,” he murmured.

I nodded. With my heat, I had it in me. Hell, I might have more than two in me, but with my legs feeling like noodles I was perfectly happy with two more orgasms and then a gods damned nap.

Shan picked up the pace again, pounding into us until my head was banging against the headboard with every thrust. I didn’t care, clutching Cas with one hand and working myself toward another explosive orgasm with the other. When I came, Caspian whimpered and tensed, this orgasm weaker than the others had been. Shan groaned and followed us over the cliff, his thrusts stuttering for only a few seconds.

We were all drenched in sweat, sticky with cum, and overwhelmed, but Shan was going to make us do what he wanted.

One more orgasm.

Fucking angels.

I was wiped out already, Caspian swaying in Shan’s arms with his eyes half-lidded. Shan was the only one with any control of his bodily movements at this point, and he controlled us perfectly. “Look how pretty it is, Cas,” Shan said, nipping the shell of his ear. “All your cum squeezing out of her, around your knot.”

“I feel so full right now,” I breathed. “It’s going to be a fucking waterfall of cum when your knot goes down.”

“A glorious sight,” Shan said. “I just want one more orgasm, love. Can you do it?”

His tongue ran along the mark he’d left on Caspian, and the man woke up from his stupor to cry out, “Holy fuck!”

Shan smirked. I used my free hand to caress the mark I’d left on his thigh. He shouted again. I imagined he wanted to say he was way too sensitive and it wasn’t possible for him to come again, but the words wouldn’t come out. He groaned, letting us do what we wanted to him with his body tense. The buildup to the final orgasm was slower for both of us, our bodies stretched to the limit and confused about how we could possibly come again. Luckily, we were both built for it.

I came first, arching my back and shouting, shoving so much sexual energy toward Caspian he would practically be forced to come.

There was a chain reaction after that. Caspian whimpered and filled me, his body convulsing like he’d been hit by lightning. Shan groaned and bit gently at Cas’ neck, pulling out at the last moment to come all over both of us.

I loved it, the messiness and the scents of their arousal surrounding me. Everyone would know who I’d claimed as my mates, because I’d be drenched in them for days, even after I showered off the evidence. Shan helped lie Cas down on the bed, his cock spent, and then tried to get up and clean us up on his own shaky legs.

Oswald’s hand pushed the centre of Shan’s chest, forcing him to collapse back onto the bed with a grunt. “I’ve got it,” he said.

Shan growled softly, but allowed it. Ozzy cleaned me up the best he could with moist towels, Shan taking the supplies and doing the same for Caspian, who was fully passed out. By the time I’d been cleaned up and was falling asleep, curled between Ozzy and Cas, my body temperature as lowering and I knew we’d done what was necessary to break my heat.

SIX

Freya

Sore and sated, I flung open the door of my nest and let in some air from the main room. It smelled like sex and my mates in there, which was both wonderful and pretty damn cloying when I wasn’t in heat. At my appearance Nolan jolted to sit straight up on the couch, his eyes wide.

“Where can I get a good breakfast around here?” I asked, glancing toward the kitchen.

Cooking didn’t sound appealing. Caspian wouldn’t be up for hours after the overstimulation he’d gotten this morning, Shan wouldn’t leave his side until he woke up, Emmett was still bed bound, and Oswald…

I had no idea if he knew how to use modern kitchen implements, and today wasn’t the day to find out. We didn’t needmorechaos in our lives.

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