The atmosphere shifted right away after my words.
It was as if I had cast a spell. A heavy lustful spell.
The playful bickering died out, replaced by a heavy, magnetic pull that made the very ground beneath us feel like it was vibrating.
I stood before them, the cool night air prickling my skin, but the heat radiating from the three of them—their gaze—was enough to keep burning. They didn’t move right away but stared at , their eyes traveling over every curve and on the invisible scent that lingered on my skin, which made my pulse jump in my throat.
They were so gorgeous, looking like wild beasts ready to devour their prey and I... Was the prey, though not weak and helpless because I planned to devour them just as much with every hole in my body.
"Arinya..." Fenric breathed, his voice a low, jagged rasp.
He was the first to move, walking forward. He didn’t reach for my waist; instead, he settled behind , his massive, warm chest pressing against my back. His large hands, usually so capable of crushing bone, were incredibly light as they slid around my ribs, his palms flat against my stomach—cradling the spot where our cubs were silently growing.
He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, his purr a low rumble that vibrated through my entire spine. Then, his hands slid up to my breast. The mont he cupped them, I felt my body reverberate, followed by a low growl from the rumble of his throat.
Damar moved to my right in silence. He didn’t rush. He reached out with one slender, cool hand, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before sliding down to my shoulder. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear ans I flinched.
"You are so beautiful," he hissed softly, the sound more of a caress than the grazing of his lips.
I leaned into him, my head resting on Fenric’s shoulder while Damar’s other hand found my hip, his thumb tracing slow, possessive circles.
Then there was Noah.
He stayed in front of , kneeling between my legs, his dark eyes burning with a wild, focused intensity at my pulsing vulva. He didn’t look like the cocky wolf who had been teasing us anymore. He looked hungry—not for food, but for the connection that had been forged in the stream.
He reached up, his tanned hands gripping my thighs, pulling just an inch closer to him. He didn’t go for my entrance imdiately. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed a lingering, hot kiss to the center of my stomach where he could feel little life forms.
"You’re shaking, Arinya," Noah murmured against my skin, his breath hitching. Was I? Well, with all that was going on, it would be strange if I wasn’t.
"I’m... I’m excited," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper.
The sensation was overwhelming—the contrast of Fenric’s scorching heat behind , Damar’s silk-like coolness at my side, and Noah’s rough, grounding grip in front. It was a symphony of touch that I had never imagined possible.
Noah looked up, his eyes eting mine, and then he glanced at the two husbands. A silent understanding passed between them without realizing it.
Noah’s hands slid up from my thighs to my waist, his fingers gripping firmly as he guided my body to lean forward. At the sa ti, Fenric began to move his hands on my breast, his touch firm but cautious, his thumbs grazing my nipples in a way that made my breath hitch.
I felt a kiss on my neck from Damar, followed by the soft flick of his tongue, while Noah finally surged upward, holding my thighs firmly, and then captured the lips of my pussy, and my body staggered at the impact of his lips.
He flicked his tongue over my clit earning yet another staggering pulse from . I could feel the roughness of his tongue from the burn earlier, and that added a layer of sensation.
His lick was fierce but soft at the sa ti. It was as if he was trying to find that spot on my clit that would cause my eyes to roll back with no reserve.
Gasps flew out of my mouth, and in those gasps were soft moans.
Then, Fenric pulled my chin so I could face him and he kissed my lips, hungrily devouring them.
On the other side, Damar licked my shoulder and then moved to my hand, his tongue flicking between my fingers and leaving traces of him everywhere.
It was so stimulating; my palms tingled while my pussy was being worshipped, eaten out by a black beast, my breasts were being molded by a white beast behind who had successfully captured my lips, giving no space to think or act.
I felt trapped in the best way possible—held steady by Fenric, cherished by Damar, and claid by Noah.
The thrill of being the center of their world, of feeling their combined strength focused entirely on my pleasure, made my toes curl and my heart leap.
"We have you," Fenric whispered, his lips brushing against mine as I rasped for hair, his voice a deep anchor. "Just let go."
The coordination between them was seamless, a dance of instinct that prioritized my comfort even as their own needs reached a breaking point.
And I thought they couldn’t get along.
They were working better together than I anticipated.
Fenric remained behind , but then he shifted his weight, pulling back and stealing from the rest, so I was sitting flush against his lap, my back pressed against the hard planes of his chest and my butt grinding his hard dick underneath his skirt.
His hands moved with agonizing slowness, mapping the curves of my hips and waist, his touch radiating a steady heat that made feel safe enough to unravel my deepest desires. Every ti he felt tremble too hard, he would nuzzle the crook of my neck, his low purr acting like a sedative for my racing heart.
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