Then I remembered what Nanna’s friends had discovered with their dissolute Googling.
“A baculum?” I asked.
Kieran nodded.
“Someone told you?”
“Honestly, unless you want to meet the randiest, craziest old ladies in the retirement home, you do not want to know how I found out about that. But yeah, it was discussed. So…” I pushed his hand away, taking over. “Is it gonna come out to play as well?”
“Not yet.” Kieran stroked my hair, staring down at me as I fought to close my fingers around his shaft and failed. “Not until you’re ready to accept the bond.”
So never, then. I bit back my disappointment before moving forward. Holding his dick against his taut stomach, my tongue slid upwards. Maybe I could tease it out, but first… I looked over my shoulder at Tor, catching him staring at my arse.
“Seems like you don’t have the same problem.”
“Something you need?” Tor was friendly, open, but in the darkness, I saw something else. His eyes seemed to glow as he moved forward, reminding me of a tiger hunkered down in the bushes at night. Trouble is, I wanted him to catch me. The brush of the head of his cock had me hissing, his hands slapping down on my hips and then dragging me backwards. This was going to pinch, I felt that straight away, and Tor made a strangled sound. “Let me in, Harper. You gotta let me in.”
Physically, that was easy. Tilting my hips back, spreading my stance, and then letting a long breath out as the head popped in. I felt every damn one of those barbs as he pushed inside, the sensation forcing my teeth to lock together. I wanted to pull away and thrust back for more, all at the same time.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” Tor grunted, his fingers biting into my hips. I let out a thin whine as he drew back, my hips following. More, I wanted more. “Don’t worry, love, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll get you where you need to go.”
“Is he hitting it just right?”
I looked up and found Kieran watching me with a slight smile. He ran his thumb over my parted lips and I sucked it in. Salty, male, it wasn’t enough, so I released it and went for what I really wanted.
“No, babe, you don’t need…”
Yes, I did, because this felt so. damn. good.
I was full, and I wanted to be fuller, my lips parting around the head of Kieran’s dick. My hands slid around those thick thighs, his taut glutes not giving for a second as I tugged him closer and that’s when we all began to move.
His cock jerked in my mouth, his low hiss making clear how he felt about this. Tor made a strangled sound, his strokes getting deeper, harder, and I pushed back into each one of them. A ragged purr, it took me a moment to realise, the sound filling the room. It was both soothing and a reminder of his savage nature. Claws pricked at my skin but didn’t deepen, making me shiver as Tor’s hand slid around. Something hard made contact with my clit, rubbing the hood harder, faster.
God, I’d miss this after I’d slipped out the front door. My hands clawed at Kieran, leaving red welts across his skin because all this feeling had to go somewhere. It was like Tor was rewriting the rules of sex, declaring new heights of pleasure I’d never even dreamed of experiencing. Just when I thought I was at my peak, he, they, would push me harder, faster, until the need to scream built inside me, but instead I just opened my jaws wider.
“Fuck…” Kieran growled. “Fuck, just like that.”
Exactly like that, it appeared. I was pinned to the spot as pleasure burst deep inside me, flaring bright, then brighter. My tongue worked, Tor slammed deeper, and then… We all went tumbling over the edge.
“So fucking perfect…” Tor growled, right as my body convulsed, drawing him deeper and deeper until the pleasurehad my whole head filling with a white light. Pulse after pulse of timeless pleasure that threatened to go on for an eternity, until I was forced to crash back into my body.
Swallow.
Kieran grunted, emptying himself down my throat, his grip punishing, but I would never pull away. I was too damn blissed out, and that pleasure was somehow expansive. When we finally pulled free and collapsed onto the bed, I found myself snuggling down into both of them, trying to still my racing heart with my gasps, until Tor started purring.
He tucked me under his chin, those thick arms holding me right where I was, the vibrations reverberating through every inch of me. My eyes grew heavy, a strange kind of lassitude pinning me to the bed, as I felt myself start to drift off.
“So that was sex.” I snorted despite myself, cracking my eyes open to look up at Tor. His grin was bright in the darkness. “I mean people talk it up and shit, but I think they might’ve been holding back. That was…”
“Yeah, that was…” Kieran added as he rolled off the bed. My hand shot out too late, wanting to drag him back and failing utterly, only for him to return with a rag. I made a whining sound as he parted my thighs, then sighed as he cleaned me thoroughly. “That was everything, Harper, and it’ll be like that each time.”
“Better,” Tor added sleepily.
“Better,” Kieran agreed, settling back against me.
I didn’t really hearwhat they had to say at the time. I was both dick drunk and alcohol drunk, so I could be excused for missing some important details. Sleepy Harper might’ve missed them, but sober Harper didn’t. Some time in the night, I woke up with a start from a dream where I was being smotheredto death by a landslide. Turns out it wasn’t mud that was squashing me, but them. For shifters, they slept really damn heavily. I was forced to fight my way free, Kieran snorting and then looking up at me blindly.
“Harper…?”
