Page 39 of Out of My Flocking Mind

He’d made a similar threat before, and just like that time, I didn’t think I could resist. Once was a joke, but twice made for a kink.

A kink that I amazingly was all up for trying…

I pushed my ass backward, the action causing his finger to grind harder, to nearly enter me.

Kelvin groaned lowly, the sound going straight to my clit. “You are like a fucking drug, Grey,” he growled into my ear. “No matter how much I think I can handle you, that I can resist anything you say or do, you are always proving me wrong.”

The words felt like a strange win, like I knew he was right and I was rather proud of it. Kelvin, who was so much older and more powerful than me, felt like putty against me right then.

However, he didn’t give me what I wanted, either. After one more teasing push, he removed that finger without entering me. “I told you—I won’t fuck you, not until you can tell me you want me when you’re not high off my venom. So for now, get your fill with Harrison.” He pressed a kiss to my throat, then latched his lips on the bite mark. The blood had slowed but not fully stopped, which meant he was able to feast. One hand on my back shoved me forward, so I was on top of Harrison, my chest against his. He fucked up into me just as roughly as before, the actions wild.

Meanwhile, Kelvin moved behind us, and a glance gave me one hell of a sight that I hadn’t expected. He moved Harrison’s legs so they were together, trapped by Kelvin’s knees, then undid his own pants. He stroked his hard cock a few times, then leaned forward and fit his cock between Harrison’s thighs. His thrusts were rough and fast, as though he were fucking something other than just the crease of Harrison’s legs, and the pre-cum from his dripping cock made Harrison’s thighs shiny.

And Harrison, who must have been fully aware of what was happening, didn’t seem to care. If anything, he groaned louder, his body tense as he kept his thighs tight to provide the best friction.

The orgasm that hit me came out of nowhere—probably both because of the sight and the venom. I gasped, trapped between the two of them, as we all strove for our own releases, all lost to our own pleasures that only grew between us. I cried out, my body tightening, my breath locked in my lungs when I couldn’t even breathe. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, drowning me, dragging me into a darkness that I feared I might never escape from.

Harrison tightened his hands on my thighs so much that I knew I’d wear finger-shaped bruises there the next day, using the grip to yank me down and fill me as deeply as possible. The sound he released was low and angry as he came, and a similar sound escaped Kelvin as well.

It left the room silent other than the rough panting of the three of us, my body too exhausted to even hope to think straight. It didn’t matter to me, nothing did. I was tired and sore and yet that nagging pain from before had disappeared. It meant that when my eyes slid closed, when the muscles needed to keep me upright became far too troublesome, I slid into a blessed, wonderful sleep.

Covered in cum and sweat, pinned between the bodies of two men who I shouldn’t trust, none of that was worth thinking too deeply about. Instead, I let myself sleep.

Tomorrow me could deal with the mess I’d just made.

Tomorrow me had always been one unlucky bitch.

* * * *

I should have woken in pain. Fucking two Spirits was the sort of work out only the experienced should ever try, and even they might not survive it. That was why, when I did finally open my eyes later, I’d braced for pain.

I’d expected soreness in my stomach, for my muscles to complain, for bruises to cover me. Imagine my surprise to find myself actually feeling well.

In fact, I wasn’t sure of the last time I’d felt quite this good. A glance down my body showed bruises—I guess those wouldn’t go away as fast as anything else—but they were the only proof that the night before hadn’t just been some filthy dream of mine.

I was clean, which was strange because I sure as hell hadn’t been clean at the end of our little tryst. Did that mean either Kelvin or Harrison had wiped me down? My hair wasn’t stuck to my previously sweat-soaked forehead, and I didn’t have anything dried on my thighs. It meant someone had to have cleaned me.

My cheeks flushed at that, the fact somehow even more embarrassing than anything else I’d done. The idea of being entirely passed out and having one of those two clean me?

It was the sort of thing I hoped they forgot, or that we could all possibly pretend had never happened.

Whoever it was, they hadn’t dressed me, though. The sheets felt clean, and the idea of dressing now felt like a lot of fucking work. However, it seemed clothing was a very small barrier when it came to interacting with two men I’d just had crazy, drugged sex with, so I forced myself to go to the closet and pick something out.

I could have dressed in a few of the cute items there—the sun dresses or the pretty skirts or even the hoochy-mama shorts where the pockets fell longer than the bottom of the shorts. Instead, I picked something that hopefully would help me keep my head on straight.

I headed down the hallway after braiding my hair back and tossing it over my shoulder. The scent of food drifted from the kitchen, and my stomach growled in response.

An appetite was a good sign, right? After how horribly I’d felt recently, wanting to eat showed improvement. I’d take what I could get.

“We should check on her,” Harrison said.

“No need. She’s fine.”

“So you say. Forgive me for not taking your word on the matter.”

“I’m the one with experience in this area—unless you have some expertise in dealing with thralls that I don’t know.”

It seemed a night of sex hadn’t fixed the issues between Harrison and Kelvin, judging from them sniping at each other at—I glanced at the clock on the wall—one in the afternoon.

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