Page 64 of Out of My Flocking Mind

Kelvin moved—I had to guess he was undoing his pants, though I couldn’t see past Harrison’s body—then moved closer behind Harrison. Kelvin pressed a knee onto the couch, beside my thigh, and braced his other foot on the floor. He let out a low, feral sound that screamed pleasure, and Harrison’s shiver suggested he’d just fit his cock between Harrison’s thighs.

And suddenly I hated my spot. I wanted to be farther away, to watch this, to see Harrison come undone as Kelvin thrusted against him. However, the sensation of Harrison’s cock buried deep inside me was a pretty good consolation prize, all things considered.

I wrapped one arm up and around Harrison’s shoulder, holding him tight. I rolled my hips up, wanting as much of him as I could get. Nothing would ever be enough, though.

Or maybe that’s some weird, kinky death wish of mine…

Considering all I’d been through, though, and all the ways I’d nearly gotten myself killed, I had to admit death by sex was probably one of the better options.

Kelvin grasped Harrison by the hips, his fingers digging into Harrison’s soft skin, then thrust forward. The action forced Harrison to plunge into me, his body caught between mine and Kelvin’s. When he moved forward he sank deeper into me and away caused Kelvin to rub against his thighs.

It also made me wonder just how it would feel if he ever said yes to Kelvin for real. The idea of Harrison being fucked at the same time he took me was far hotter than anything had the right to be. It made me wrap my leg around Harrison, holding tight to him, letting him and Kelvin set the pace.

“Fuck,” Kelvin muttered, his voice so low it was difficult to even figure out what he said. The passion in it, however, clued me in enough to make some guesses. “You both make me crazy, you know that? No one else tastes like this, no one else makes me so damn hungry. I haven’t been able to so much as look at anyone else, not since the last time. You are both like the worst drug, one I didn’t realize I was getting addicted to. I feel like you ought to take some responsibility for that.”

“Harrison is too nice to say it, so I will. Pretty sure ‘fuck off’, is the right response,” I said, the words cut off with a whimper when Kelvin thrust especially hard, the action grinding Harrison’s pelvis against my needy clit.

“This feels like ‘fucking off’, doesn’t it? Or am I not quite living up to your expectation?” Kelvin’s words felt like a joke, as though he were getting off as much on the banter as he was on the soft tightness of Harrison’s thighs. “I could always try harder, if you needed me to.”

Fuck did that sound like a threat more than some nice offer.

Part of me wanted to mock him more, to push him into it, but I snapped my mouth shut instead. He’d always proven the sort of man who would keep going just to win, someone with few if any real limits beyond consent. Given how I already felt, I really didn’t need him bringing his A game anywhere.

Kelvin laughed, but the sound came out more strained than before. It went to show that he was far from unaffected by our little tryst. That also struck me as a petty win.

Harrison slid his hand behind my neck and pulled me toward his lips, the kiss aggressive and passionate. The moment his tongue entwined with mine, he fucked deep into me then paused, his breath heavy as he came. The twitch of his cock inside me broke my own resolve, leading me down the same path, allowing a second orgasm to rush through me.

Harrison sagged against me after pulling out, his chest rising and falling in heavy panting, his face in the crook of my neck. It allowed me to look over his shoulder, to meet Kelvin’s gaze.

And damn did Kelvin look good like that… He was still dressed, with only his pants undone, lowered just enough to access his cock. His eyes, normally a startling blue, seemed to glow in the dim room. He appeared every bit the monster I’d thought he was before. Even still, I didn’t reject him, didn’t try to pull away. I accepted every bit of him, at least in this moment—the need for control, the desire for more, the doubts he held—I saw them all and didn’t push him away.

His lip curled up at the corner before he leaned forward and placed one hand to the center of Harrison’s back, pressing him forward and arching his back. He grasped Harrison’s hip with his other hand, lifting his hips and pinning him in place. The action had pulled him back slightly, so Harrison’s face was in my lap, and he rested his cheek against me. Kelvin replaced his cock between Harrison’s thighs, his gaze locked on me the entire time. The position allowed me a much better view than the last time, and I realized just how much I’d missed before.

Because of how he had Harrison, Kelvin could fit his cock higher, so when he thrust in, he rubbed against Harrison’s dick. The sound Harrison released said the sensation was at the very least overwhelming. Even when he shifted, Kelvin held him still, fucking his thighs with passion that bordered on violence. He took him hard, as though he really were inside someone, like he lost himself to the pleasure and need. Part of me worried that Harrison would wear marks from it, but when he didn’t appear bothered, I saw no reason for me to worry much about it.

If Harrison hated it, if he wanted it to stop, I had no doubts he could stop Kelvin. And somehow, that was even hotter, the fact that Harrison accepted the treatment—no, not just accepted but got off on it.

Kelvin leaned forward slightly, driving hard against Harrison, his thrusts losing their rhythm. He appeared unhinged, as though he’d lost himself entirely to the moment. The ability to see him like this excited me, made me wish I’d consented to whatever he’d wanted from the start.

He thrust forward once more, stilling with a deep groan, his eyes fluttering closed. He had some blood on his cheek, a reminder that he’d feasted on my blood. It felt like some strange cycle between the three of us, all of us giving and taking from the others.

Kelvin leaned forward, over Harrison, until he could get my lips in a kiss that made my heart race yet again.

This was one fucked-up situation, but I couldn’t deny how it made me feel. Nothing else was normal in my life—why would I ever think my love life could be?

So instead of fighting it, instead of arguing with myself about it, I returned the kiss.

Fucked up as it might be, maybe weird wasn’t so terrible.

Chapter Sixteen

I’d gotten more used to meeting him, the man who had made me, the one who had told me to call him Knot, in my dreams, though it seemed more awkward now. I spotted him across a busy shop, the people around me speaking a language I couldn’t understand. A glance at the menus as I passed identified it as Korean.

He didn’t lift his gaze at first, staring down at a plate with a mixture of rice and veggies and sprouts, a small container of kimchi to the side. He poked at the food with the end of his chopstick, as though it hadn’t quite hit the spot he’d hoped.

I approached his table, surprised at the idea that I might sneak up on him. After…well…everything, I wouldn’t have thought that possible. He proved that guess right when he lifted his head as soon as I reached the table. He gestured toward the seat across from him. It made me wonder if he’d known I was coming somehow, if he’d sensed it. He’d said before that he could feel when I was upset, and fuck, who knew what else he could have felt from me. The idea that he might have caught what I’d been doing with Kelvin and Harrison made me sit and stare at the food instead of the man across from me.

“So you’re still alive,” he said before taking another bite of the rice mixture in his bowl.

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