“Tersch, hold on to her,” Jules said with a grunt as Jesse rolled over him and punched him fully in the face.
Expecting to see a broken nose around so much blood, Olivia watched in shock as Jules wrenched his nose back into place and wiped the blood away. The swelling ceased as if Jesse hadn't hit him.
“Wh-what… You… He didn't…”
Gunnar caught her in his arms and stripped her, immune to her struggles. Naked, every place they touched her lit her on fire. He growled and leaned closer to sniff her. “I can't tell. She still smells like Fallon.”
Jules sat on top of Jesse and leaned close. “Enough. We're going to settle this right the fuck now.” He levered off Jesse and pulled him to his feet.
Poor Jesse looked beat, but when he looked at her, hunger darkened his gaze.
“That's right. You want your mate, Fallon. You know what you have to do.” Jesse shook his head, but he didn't protest when Jules stripped him of his clothes.
Gunnar had said they all enjoyed one another. And right then Olivia could believe it. The aggression in the air turned to lust between one heartbeat and the next. Gunnar held her back to his chest, but she could feel his steely cock against her backside. He cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple as they watched Jules handle Jesse.
Jules mirrored Gunnar's stance, putting Jesse's back to his front. “If you're a part of us, then you're really a part of us,” Jules said clearly, his silver gaze glued to Olivia's. “Can you handle that, Olivia? Can you be what Fallon needs you to be?”
Jesse didn't seem to mind Jules's hold. The feral light in his gaze made his eyes look almost yellow. To her astonishment, his pupils narrowed and lengthened as she'd seen them do once before. His cock bobbed, long and thick, and she licked her lips, remembering the sweet taste of him.
“Watch. This is what he needs. A Circ to touch him.” Jules encircled Jesse's cock with a large fist.
The sight of such a manly hand around Jesse aroused her, and she squirmed in Gunnar's grip.
“Her scent's stronger now. Less him and more her. It's really faint, but it's there,” he said to Jules.
“Good.” Jules smiled, the hint of his fangs there to see. Was it her imagination, or did he look a few inches taller than he normally did?
She wanted to follow that line of thought, but Jesse's hunger captured her. She couldn't look away, especially not when Jules led him toward her.
“Suck on her breast,” Jules ordered in a raspy voice, his scent strong, dominant.
Yet she didn't want him. She wanted the male made for her. The one closing in on her, fighting to protect her, to covet her.
Jesse closed his mouth over the nipple Gunnar held for him. A thick cock slid between her buttocks, not penetrating but pushing, while Jesse sucked her nipple, bringing her on a shockingly fast climb to orgasm. The incredible situation grew more bizarre when Jules stripped out of his clothes. Fascinated, she watched him masturbate a monstrously large cock, slick with a lubricant she hadn't seen him apply.
He stepped behind Jesse and pulled him back. “Watch, Olivia. I'm in charge. Your Jesse answers to me; you answer to me.”
“No.” Oh wow. He looked like he was going to do Jesse right in front of her, and Jesse seemed to want it.
“Yes,” he hissed, then bent Jesse over the bed right next to her and proceeded to fuck her lover up the ass. “He takes what I give him. This Circ belongs to me.”
She stared, enraptured by the sight of two handsome alpha males engaged in taboo pleasure. Jules reamed him with dominance in mind; he all but seethed with it. Jesse grunted as he took it, but she could feel his devotion, his acceptance of his leader, for whom he felt such respect.
Jules slowed and turned them, so that she faced Jesse head-on. So close, she could feel his breath fanning her flesh.
“Isn't it hot?” Gunnar breathed in her ear. “We normally don't do it this way unless we're changed, but we're making an exception for you. Jules doesn't want to overload you. Seeing the beast might send you screaming,” he teased and toyed with her earlobe.
His hand continued to knead her breast, while his other, which had caged her ribs, slid down to her mound. “Spread your legs. Let Fallon smell your sweet pussy.” The normal Olivia would have been embarrassed to be in such a situation. But the unreality of the moment, the sheer eroticism before her, awoke something long dormant within.
She shifted her feet and spread her legs wider, moaning with pleasure when he grazed a finger over her slick clit. He spread her folds and held her wide, exposing her for Jesse.
Jesse stared at her pussy and licked his lips.
Jules continued to ram into him. “Suck it, Fallon. Take her need and make it better. Then be prepared to share.” Jules groaned and shuddered, and she watched as he came inside the man she wanted with her last breath.
She couldn't make much sense of anything anymore. Jesse's lips found her clit, and he sucked hard.
Gunnar groaned and pulled her back, angling his cock to rest between her thighs, coated with her arousal. He slid back and forth as Jesse continued to eat her.
And then suddenly they landed in a human sandwich. Gunnar lay beneath her on the bed, while Jesse covered her on top.
Gunnar shifted and prodded her backside, but before she could protest, he pushed a thick cock into her ass. It should have hurt. That it didn't warned her all was totally off-kilter, especially when the burn paled next to the sheer pleasure of Jesse's mouth over her pussy. He thrust, first one finger, then two, into her channel.
“Damn, that's sexy,” Jules commented from behind Jesse. “Look at her eyes. She's Circ.
This changes everything.”
Olivia didn't care. She wanted Jesse inside her. Now. “Jesse, please.” He didn't stop. The teasing, his arousal and need, stoked her own. She blinked up at him and felt as if she saw him for the first time. His passion flamed around him: colorful, vibrant, so alive. His eyes, his fangs, the beastly part of his nature they referenced, drew her in a way no amount of petting or touching could.
“I want you inside me.” Not want— need. She ached to feel his seed spreading inside her.
Had to know that he would join her always. Gunnar helped fill her, but he couldn't sate her desire for Jesse, her mate. She instinctively glanced at Jules, relieved when he nodded his blessing. He radiated approval and lust, waiting for her to make her move.
She glanced back into Jesse's fiery gaze. My mate. Mine. “Now,” she growled.
“Oh yeah. Fuck, yes.” Jesse sighed and removed his fingers. He mounted her carefully, stretching her with a delicious burn as he filled her, sliding against the thin layer of flesh keeping him from Gunnar. “So tight. God, I won't last.”
Gunnar arched under her, his strength a thing of beauty as he flexed inside her. She should have cried out, stretched and bruised from such a large intrusion through her virgin flesh. Yet she didn't feel anything more than pleasure as they took her.
Time had no meaning as Jesse worked himself deeper, fucking her with more than physical movement, but with a mental penetration that sent him deep into her psyche.
“So tight. I love this. Can't get enough.” She heard the words clearly inside her head.
Waves of affection and something more, possession and a claiming, settled over her body and mind, now a part of her she could no longer separate.
Gunnar's hands held her hips and reached for Jesse's. Jules came forward and stroked Jesse's back. She could feel it. Joining Jesse, she now experienced everything he did, and the magnified desire unleashed a torrent of ecstasy.