Page 33 of Backstage at the Freak Show
“No, just slow at first.”
They alternated thrusts, making small movements in and out of me. I leaned forward until Raz cradled me on his chest, his smoky scent warm and soothing like a campfire. It was surreal, having both of them in my body.
“Fuck, wolf, I can feel you through her,” he growled beneath me.
“Same here.” Hunter’s voice was tight, his breaths ragged. “You’re making her ass feel even tighter and it’s too fucking good.”
“More,” I whimpered, unable to move without losing one of them. “I need more of you both.”
They picked up speed together, stuffing me full, my senses overwhelmed. Pressing in together was almost too much, but when one pulled back, I needed more. It was such deliciousness in excess.
“Hunter, come here,” Raz groaned with a rare use of our wolf’s real name.
I rested my cheek on Raz’s chest so Hunter could lean over my shoulder. They kissed in a hard clash of lips and teeth, their animal sides growling with need as they shared my body.
“Don’t exclude yourself, beautiful.” I lifted my head, allowing Hunter to kiss one corner of my mouth as Raz kissed the other.
Our three-way kiss was sloppy, uncoordinated and so perfect and passionate. All discomfort was gone, and I eagerly whimpered for more from them. Hunter crashed his hips against my ass, fucking me there with full force now, while Raz slammed into me from below. We shared kisses, licks, bites, and moans as an explosive orgasm started building in me.
I thought there was no way my pussy could close tighter around Raz’s cock than it already was, but the shock waves rippling through me proved me wrong. Waves of pleasure hit me so hard, it almost felt like drowning. I forgot which ways were up, down, or how to breathe. All I knew were my nerves were alight with mind-tingling pleasure, shooting the sensation to every cell in my body.
When my men spilled their releases into me, it set me off again. This time it was their pleasure getting me high like a drug. I collapsed on top of Raz and Hunter rested his chest on my back. Feeling three rapid, sated heartbeats as one was such a beautiful thing.
Part III
Fucking Hormones
CONNOR
Ilooked up from my news article, immediately alert at the sound of the tiny sob that Mel tried to smother. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing.” She wiped at her eyes but the tears and sniffles just kept coming.
I scooted closer in the wide bed, my hand instinctively reaching for her belly. I was no shifter, but the urge to protect my wife and unborn son was primal, animalistic. I’d give a slow, painful death to anyone that made her cry, destroy anything that put even the slightest amount of stress on her body that currently housed a tiny person.
“It’s obviously not nothing. What—”
Looking down at the tablet resting on her belly, I saw a video playing of a puppy.
“His back legs are paralyzed, so they gave him a wheelchair!” Mel was full-on sobbing now. “That’ssooosweet.”
I looked at her. “This is why you’re crying?”
“It’s just so cute…I can’t…” she drew in a deep breath, wiping her eyes. “Sorry, you know my hormones are all out of whack.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I chuckled, dropping a kiss to her shoulder. “I just want to protect you whenever you’re upset.” My hand slid across her belly, feeling for any kicks from our boy. “Both of you.”
Her lips turned to me, finding my mouth. “I love you, Con.”
I closed my eyes, savoring her kiss like it was our first one. “Love you, babe.”
“Hey!”
A loud thumping up the stairs startled her, switching on my protective instincts again. Wrapping an arm around her entire belly, I looked at the door to see all three shifters—Arjun, Hunter, and Raz, shoving their way into the bedroom.
“What is it?” Raz was already puffed up, his dragon lungs ready to breathe fire at any threat. “We thought we heard crying.”
“She’s watching cute animal videos again,” I explained.
