Page 75 of Bears Not Included

They’re there, and for the first time, I see them dressed in jeans and t-shirts. My body remembers another time, but I shut it off.

“You lost everything when you brought Kirill Yenin here,” I say. “You put your lives at risk. You lost your place on the round table.”

“There is nothing we wouldn’t do for you, Livia.”

“Why? I didn’t want you to do that.”

“Because you are our world, Livia. Only you. Always you.” Mason says

“There’s nothing on this planet we wouldn’t do for you. Do you understand that?” Deacon adds.

“We would give up our lives for you,” Callens says.

I’m not thinking when I run to them. Their cologne engulfs me in the same way that they do. They kiss me as hungrily as I kiss them. They hold me so tight I can’t breathe, but it doesn’t matter. I live through them. I live for them.

I know I’m not fully grasping the magnitude of the events that would follow them taking Kirill Yenin and killing him for me because of what he did to Faith.

I know what they did for me cost them everything. Everything.

I try to pull away. I want to know what they can do to make sure they keep their place. I open my mouth to speak, but words are not enough.

Not now. Later. But not now. I reach for their belts, cupping their cocks while I throw myself at them. I kiss them desperately and I unleash their beasts. My lips swell as they take control of my mouth.

I’m stripped down to nothing, but they’re taking too long to touch me. I reach for Mason’s bare cock, climbing onto him. I need to feel them inside me.

“Fuck,” Mason growls, dispensing with removing his jeans when he lifts me up and penetrates me.

I quake at the immense fullness inside me. My pussy is still sore and tender from the ritual, but I relish their kind of pain. I need more of it. Mason goes down on the bed with me straddling him. Two-thirds of my emptiness wrecks me, and I’m begging Deacon and Callen to penetrate me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel them. Inside me.

These three men.

My words have become incoherent. I’m not making sense anymore. I’m overwrought with emotions and just need them to touch me—touch the inside of my body with their cocks.

“Please,” I’m crying now. Frantic and ferocious.

I need them to make me feel powerful again.

With Mason still inside me, I try to open myself for Deacon and Callen to fill me. I don’t care whether my body can take them or not.

“Livia,” Deacon says behind me. I twist my body around to see him spit on his fingers.

I feel him press his wet digits against my bottom hole. I shudder at the contact, then freeze when he inserts those fingers inside me. I whimper in shock and instinctively try to squirm away.

Mason reaches up and captures my nipple in his mouth. He sucks deeply on me, causing my pussy to pulse around his cock.

Deacon removes his fingers and presses the head of his cock to the tight rings of my ass.

He pushes in, and I howl in sheer pain at being stretched. Callen comes around to face me and grab his cock while Mason bites my nipple, and Deacon penetrates me with his substantial thickness, ripping through the tight confines of flesh that should be forbidden from being touched.

I swallow my anguished scream, and instead, I take the immense burning pain and place it on a pedestal in my heart. My pain is not only my pleasure, but it’s also their pleasure too.

I squeeze Callen’s cock so tight that pre-cum oozes from the significantly broad head of his cock. Somewhere in my mind, I acknowledge the fact that they’re still sore and swollen from the ritual. I don’t let it scare me that they’re still bigger than their normal big selves.

Deacon penetrates me fully. I feel as if I’m drowning in the fullness of having Deacon and Mason inside me. The insurmountable burn and the excruciating stretch of my body take me to another domain.

I’m breaking under their touch, and then I remember how strong I am and who I am. And as Deacon slides his cock in and out of my ass, the only lube is his pre-cum. I bow to him for giving me something of himself.

As Mason’s cock jolts inside my pussy, expanding my walls as he gets bigger, making me wetter until I’m dripping down his shaft, I’m filled with pride, honor, and love. So much love.

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