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Both Kitten and I stopped our movements as we processed his words. “You want both of us to be in her pussy, at the same time?” My eyes flew to her face as I watched the idea process. Shock, lust, desire, fear, lust again. It was a rollercoaster that seemed to settle on desire. Beckett seemed to know though, because his hand stroked down her naked back, making her arch against his hand and her pussy clench hard around my cock. I groaned, my eyes rolling back.
“Our girl can take it.” He leaned closer so his chest was pressed against her back. “She likes the stretch, don’t you, Kitten? You like feeling so full that you’re sure you’ll break in two. You like that burn as we fill your body to its capacity.” The way she was clenched around my dick, grinding down on me told me he wasn’t wrong. She really did want this.
“Just so we’re totally clear... You want two D’s in the V? Double meat in your taco? Two pilgrims in the cave of wonder?”
Kitten stared at me, and Beckett snorted out a laugh. “Really?”
I shrugged. “I’ve seen the size of your dick, Beckett. Know it intimately. I’m not sure that’s going to fit inside our tiny Omega at the same time as mine. So what do you say, Kitten?”
“Uh, send in the pilgrims?” she said, rolling against me again. She was definitely wet enough, but I reached out and played with her clit a little more to make sure. Our girl was going to be so wet, she’d feel nothing but pleasure.
As if Beckett read my mind, he spread my thighs wider so he could stand between them, his already hard dick pressed between her ass cheeks but not asking for anything more. He kissed his way down her neck and spine, until she was shivering.
For endless moments, we just pleasured Kitten, and I hung onto my control by a very, very thin thread. Finally, she was mewling and needy, and her wetness was dripping down my dick.
Beckett looked down at me, his eyes bright and excited. “I think you’re ready, gorgeous. Lean back a little, Darius, and hold her tight to your chest. You’re both going to need the support,” he joked, but I think it was one of those jokes that was tainted with the truth. This was a first for me too.
I banded one arm around Kitten’s ribs, pulling her to my chest. I curled up a little so I could kiss her—soft, sweet kisses that had four-letter meanings. Despite how wet she was, I heard the cap of the lube come off and felt the cool pour of the liquid run over my overheated flesh. I thrust in and out hard a couple of times to work in the lube, holding her hips and trying my best to hit that G-spot. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d done my research about how to make a woman come once I learned Kitten wanted to stay. I wanted her so well pleasured that she would never even dream of leaving. If that meant I had to debauch my Google search history, then so be it.
Kitten was pressed into my chest, Beckett’s huge body blanketing us both. “I’m going to slide inside you now, Kitten, and fuck you both. Do you still want that?”
“Yes, please,” she begged, and my whole body trembled in preparation for what was about to happen. I felt the press of his cock against mine, and his hands covered my own as he angled Kitten just right.
“Deep breath, baby.” And then he slid his cock along mine, sliding inside Kitten, stretching her so wide and tight that I could hardly breathe. How she was still conscious was beyond me. As if there was no end to the blissful torture, Beckett pulled back once more and then slid deeper.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Kitten chanted beneath her breath, her body shaking and her nails digging into my chest. It was a mantra I could get behind as our moans created a fucking opus.
An eternity—or possibly just minutes—later, Kitten’s body had stretched to accommodate us both, and that’s when the real insanity started. Taking control of Kitten’s hips, Beckett fucked us both. Slow and steady thrusts that drove me wild, and Kitten’s every breath came on a scream of pleasure.
It was like fucking dying in the best possible way.
“Fuck, I’m coming again. Oh god,” she whimpered, and clenched down hard, making pleasure shoot right to my balls. They pulled up tight, and she wasn’t the only one who was coming as I shouted my release with hers, vision flickering.
I held her so tightly to me that I was sure we were one person now instead of three, Beckett still thrusting shallowly, but soon enough the force of our combined orgasm had him tipping over the edge too. I could feel his knot swell, but there was no way Kitten could take us both and his knot.
He caught himself on the back of the couch as he collapsed, stopping his full weight from crushing Kitten between us. He pulled out gently, the sensation making us all whimper, then kissed across her neck and shoulders. “You did so good, baby. So fucking good.” Then he froze. “Can you smell blood?”
I looked Kitten over, but she seemed fine. Oh fuck, had we hurt the cubs? Kitten must have thought the same thing because she jumped off my dick so fast, she almost toppled over.
Beckett sucked in a breath, but it wasn’t because the cubs were hurt. No, it was because there, on my chest, was a perfect, Kitten-size bite mark. I hadn’t even felt it, so that must mean it had happened while we were reaching climax. That meant…
“Oh shit.”
25
COOPER
When I arrived home from work, I could tell immediately that something was wrong. The air felt too electric, too disturbed. And it wasn’t just because the living room smelled like a porn set.
“Where is everyone?” I shouted, my heart rate picking up.
“In the nest,” came Corvin’s muffled reply, and I raced upstairs, taking them two at a time. I slowed as I reached the door, pushing it open hesitantly, unsure what I’d find.
In the middle of the nest, Darius lay completely curled around Kitten, his body almost completely encapsulating hers. She had her face buried in the blankets, and didn’t even look up as I entered. Corvin and Beckett looked more solemn than usual, and I was beginning to freak the fuck out.
“What’s wrong?”
Darius gave us all dirty looks, but his words were gentle. “Today, we were having an amazing lovemaking session, and Kitten may have accidentally initiated a matebond with me.” He waved one hand at a raw bite mark on his chest, as if it was just a cat scratch and not the beginning of a lifelong tie.
