Page 40 of Once Upon a Dream
Scarlett brushes some hair off my forehead, her voracious expression growing tender. “This won’t fuck anything up for me. But tell me if you feel differently, Snow, and I promise I’ll have only you in my bed for as long as we’re together.”
I don’t want that—not at all. From the moment Camille smugly informed me that Scarlett was poly, I’d been fascinated with the idea. Not solely because I wanted to have sex with her—though I did, desperately—but because it was like hearing about a missing piece of yourself, like finding a key to a door that had been locked so long that you’d forgotten entirely that the door was even there.
Once Camille told me, I knew.
I wanted sex the way Scarlett did. With a surfeit of bodies, with so many hands and mouths and limbs that it was like being in an ocean of sensation, like drowning in it.
“It only feels like more to me,” I murmur to them both. “Not like it can take anything away. Please. Please.”
Liam lets out an exhale like he’s been waiting his entire life to hear me say please, and the bearishness is back full force as he moves over me. A big hand reaches down to make sure I’m still wet and open, and then I feel the blunt heat of his penis at my entrance.
“Hold on to me,” he grunts, and I do as he says, grabbing on to his tremendous shoulders as he wedges the tiniest bit inside.
“Oh!” I gasp and he freezes.
“You’ve had a cock before, right?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” I say, wriggling a little bit against the heavy stretch. “But not one that’s big like you.”
A grunt, easy to read. He likes that.
“You squeeze me when it feels big,” he says. “Got it?”
I clench his shoulders in response, and he nods. And then he pushes with his hips again, his thick flesh slowly breaching mine. Above me, all muscle and beard and longish hair, he’s like some kind of pagan god claiming his due, and next to me, Scarlett is like Aphrodite herself, teasing and toying with my breasts and leaving coy little kisses along my hairline and around the shell of my ear.
She tells me how sexy I look with my pussy parted by somebody else’s flesh, how much she likes seeing me squirm and arch with mindless, shameless want. How much she likes watching my fingers dent the firm flesh of Liam’s shoulders because then it’s like she can see how big he feels inside me.
Her words carry me through the raw bite of Liam’s flesh trespassing into mine, and finally, with a ragged growl that seems to delight Scarlett, he pushes himself to the hilt and collapses over me.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Too tight. Don’t wanna come yet.”
I writhe underneath him, trying to adjust to his girth and length.
“Feel him deep?” Scarlett coos from next to us.
“So deep,” I manage, my head tossing. “He’s practically in my belly.”
“No ‘practically’ about it,” Scarlett says, sliding a hand between Liam’s body and mine and then pressing hard below my navel.
I squeak.
She laughs.
Liam buries his face in my neck. “You’re not helping my problem,” groans our bear.
“I have faith you’ll get hard when we need you again,” Scarlett announces, and then I hear the sound of her hand sliding appreciatively down his back and over his ass. Wherever it goes after that sends him growling against my neck. “Go ahead and pump her full of come. I want to see how much you can spend.”
“Witches,” he breathes, his hips giving an involuntary sort of thrust. I feel it all the way into my chest. “Hexing me.”
A gleeful smile from my friend. “Then I hope you’ll get your revenge on us.”
Liam gives up. I feel it the moment he does, the very moment all control leaves his body and he surrenders to his basest drive—to fuck me and come inside me and claim me with sweat and heat as he does.
Except it’s not just me he’s claiming, or maybe it’s not only me being claimed. Scarlett is everywhere as he levers his body up and pumps into me like an animal—she’s kissing him, kissing me, her mouth is hot on my neck and my nipples, her fingers are stroking along Liam’s thrusting thighs and ass like a woman inspecting her prize stud.
But then he has fingers hard and big around her jaw, bringing her in for a kiss that makes me flush with prurient heat to watch, and he growls, “Fuck your pussy with your fingers. Get it ready for me,” and Scarlett listens. She obeys. And I decide the best part of having a full bed is getting to see every facet and face of your lover. There’s no hiding behind routine or assumed roles, there’s no chance to. If I were alone with Liam, would I ever get to see him breathlessly avow being hexed as his ass gets fingered? Alone with Scarlett, would I ever see the merry surrender in her face as she lets someone else take charge?
“Finger Snow, too,” Liam rasps. “Make her come.”
