Page 23 of Doubly Claimed

“Hear that, love, your pussy is ready for us,” he said. “We’re gonna take it. Gonna fuck you until you come all over our cocks, gonna take your ass too. Want that?”

“Yes, please, yes,” Ginger moaned and wiggled her ass, and Misha worked her faster and harder.

“Gonna suck you first, love, make you scream for us,” Ross growled.

Whatever Ross was doing to her breasts, their little mate loved it. Her pussy squeezed and clenched Misha’s fingers, and he went back to licking her forbidden hole. He swirled his tongue around the puckered circle. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a small tube of oil.

“Ooh,” she moaned as he dropped the oil down her ass and used his fingers to massage it in, while Ross took over sucking on her clit.

“Fuck, Misha, she tastes like berries and cream. Love her cream,” Ross growled.

The three of them moved until they were spread out on a blanket, under the moonlight and covered by the privacy gate surrounding the bungalow. It was suddenly particularly important to Misha that no one see their female exposed. She was theirs alone.

Grrr.

Yes, she is ours. Now get over here and help me claim her. His Omega pushed the thought into his brain.

Ginger was on her knees in the center of the thick blanket they’d spread out on the bamboo mat that covered the sand. Head thrown back while Ross was bent over, licking her sweet pussy. Misha watched them for a long moment. He loved the fact his partner could bring her such a look of ecstasy.

But he could only watch for so long. Misha moved forward. He took off his pants and tugged his cock once, twice before sliding in behind her.

“Gonna fuck this ass, sweet,” he growled and ran his hands along her crack. “Need to claim you as ours. Want that? Want to be ours?”

Ginger nodded her head. Yes. That was all he needed. All they needed to go forward. His Kodiak Bear growled ferociously. The animal wanted him to bite her now, to give her his mark, but his human side knew better.

We want her to feel pleasure, not pain. He wrestled with his animal, and the beast backed down. He would never hurt her in any way, shape, or form. Neither would Ross. She was their mate. She would be treasured and cherished. Always.

Covered in lube, he massaged her ass, coating her crack with oil. She was so slick and hot. Ready for him. For them.

“Make our mate come, Ross,” he growled and waited until her back arched, then he pushed a single digit into her ass.

“Oh, oh, please, yes, yes,” she moaned and cried aloud.

The force of her orgasm had her puckered hole sucking his fingers deep. First two, then three. He scissored his fingers, while Ross settled her on his lap, guiding his cock into her pussy. Fuck, he knew the moment his partner stretched her tight. She squeezed his fingers, moaning and panting so fucking sweetly. Misha could hardly wait to fill her ass.

“She likes that, Misha. Strum her clit, yeah,” Ross growled. “Her pussy is like a fucking vise. So hot, aren’t you love.” He grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss, flexing his hips in an upward thrust.

“That’s it, relax, sweet,” the Omega talked to her encouragingly.

“So big,” she groaned, and Misha reached around to stroke her clit, feeling her tighten on his fingers.

His own growl was echoed by Ross. In and out, he worked his fingers into her ass. Readying her for his imminent invasion.

“That’s it, love. Just relax, push back. Good, like that,” he growled.

Need and fire burned within him. She was so small, so gorgeous, and soft. Her body was tempting in a way he had never experienced. Of course, it was. She was their mate. The universe had designed her specifically for them. A sublime gift they would work to deserve for the rest of their lives. It would be their fucking pleasure entirely.

“Burns,” she growled, but did as he asked.

Her trust in him was humbling, and he felt his Alpha’s heart soften a little more. Ross groaned. His Omega picked up on his emotions. Misha was not surprised to find the same feelings swelling within him. They both knew this day would come. Had prayed for it, longed for it, but they didn’t know claiming their third would feel like this. Like touching heaven, he thought.

“Need,” he growled and worked her clit some more, loosening her inhibitions until she was pushing back harder against his hand. “She’s ready,” he grunted.

“Yes, please, please,” she mewled.

“Give our mate what she wants,” Ross encouraged.

Misha knew the time had come. He steeled himself for the onslaught of sensation. Replacing his fingers with the broad head of his cock, Misha pushed inside her virgin ass. From that moment on, they were, all three of them, engaged in a sensual battle of sorts. Thrust, retreat, swirl, grind, repeat. The seductive dance of their mating was like an assault on every single one of the Alpha and Omega’s senses. Their mate was a normal. They knew this, and yet, her reactions were right there with them. The ready submission combined with her aggression was the biggest turn on for them both.

Yes, she was perfect for them.

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