Page 14 of The Grim, Me, and The Reaper Makes Three

Tatiana let out a cry, hips furiously working above them. “Yes, fuck, yes, harder,” she babbled, the words falling from her lips with each panted breath.

Beneath him, William’s low grunts grew desperate, urgent, and Atticus knew his lover was reaching the end of his rope. His pup was so patient, sogoodfor him, and yet even he had his limits.

“Hang in there, pup.” Atticus ground out each word, rocking his hips forward and back over William’s lap in time to meet Tatiana’s pace. His release was right there, hovering right on the edge of his awareness, and he knew, he bloodyknewthat the second he acknowledged it, he’d be launched helplessly over the edge.

A choked, strangled “Ungh” signaled the start of Tatiana’s orgasm. Then her hips flexed, froze, and her head tossed back as her entire body dissolved in quakes and shivers.

It was what he had been waiting for. Atticus let go, grabbing his pleasure with both hands and thrusting up into her, the dual torture of her cunt pulsing around him and William’s cock lighting him up from the inside enough to get him there.

He came with a roar, pulse upon pulse filling her, ass constricting almost painfully as his vision went white, nothing but dull static filling his ears as everything but the sensation of acute pleasure faded away.

He remained lost to sensation until he was empty, and he would have been content to stay there but for the hot, pulsing cock that still filled his hole.

His pup had been patient, and it was time to take care of him.

Tatiana’s sweaty forehead rested on his shoulder, her breaths heavy against his skin. “Can you climb up, sweet girl?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

He felt her nod, and he helped her climb up from his lap, a sharp breath escaping her as his soft cock slid from her body. She collapsed on the couch beside them, so clearly spent and sated that Atticus felt a rush of pride—they’d taken good care of her. Very good care of her.

Atticus leaned forward, grunting at the drag of William’s piercing against his sensitive inner walls. He heard his pup whimper as they separated, but it wouldn’t be long until he was back where he belonged: fully seated deep in Atticus’ hole.

For a moment Atticus took in the sight of his squirming, artfully disheveled man — brown hair hanging long and tangled around his shoulders, beard glistening with sweat and Tatiana’s earlier release. His eyes shone amber, looking up at Atticus with a trust and love that he would never, ever take for granted.

Atticus reached a hand up to stroke the side of William’s flushed face, knuckles dragging over the soft skin, fingers tracing the deep lines etched into the corners of his eyes. “Are you ready to come, love?”

William’s nod was almost frantic.

Without further delay, Atticus reached down, fingers deftly rolling the cock ring up and off of William’s angry, swollen length. William’s hips bucked, and a desperate whine came from his tattooed throat.

Tossing the cock ring to the side, Atticus climbed up, kneeling on the cushion directly beside Tatiana and bracing himself with his hands on the back of the couch. Looking back over his shoulder, he found William already standing behind him, golden eyes locked on the place where he lined his pierced cock up with Atticus’ already-loosened hole.

“Come on, pup,” Atticus growled, arching his back and trying not to clench at the nudge of William’s blunt cockhead against him. “Fuck me like I know you want to.”

It was a beautiful thing, when William fully let go of control. Atticus felt a wave of relief at the harsh entry, at the slap of his lover’s hairy thighs and pelvis against his ass.This. This was what he craved, what he hungered for when he awoke with his cock hard and wanting. He liked a good fuck, sure. There was pleasure to be found in thrusting into a wet and wanting hole. Tatiana’s body had been transcendent, even.

But nothing compared to being fucked. To the relentless nudge of a hard cock against the place inside of him that sent fire through his veins. He wouldn’t come again — no, his seed currently oozed out of Tatiana’s ripe cunt where she lay sprawled out on the couch beside them. It wasn’t about his own release anymore. It was the sharp, acute knowledge that he was giving his pup, his love, hiseternity, what he needed. That it was his hole that would send William over the edge. Atticus knew from limited experience the painful, overwhelming bliss of a delayed orgasm. Of finally letting go after having been stuck on the precipice of release.

“Atti,” William growled, fingers digging into the flesh above his hips. “Fuck, love, I am almost there.”

Atticus arched his back further. “Give it to me, pup. Give me all of it.”

The grip of his fingers grew painful, and then, with a roar that sent a wave of chills over Atticus’ skin, William was coming, hips grinding against him, cock throbbing, pulsing inside of his body.Atticus rolled his hips, ignoring William’s whimper, intent on drawing out every little bit of his lover’s pleasure.

As if animated by an invisible force, Atticus reached over, the palm of his hand finding the warm, damp skin of Tatiana’s soft stomach. Even as William collapsed on his back, breathsharsh against his neck, Atticus gripped one of Tatiana’s breasts, squeezing soft flesh. It seemed fitting that she was there. That he got to look at her stunning form while William slumped, spent and sated.

“Darlings,” Atticus commanded, sensing that the two of them needed him at that moment. “Go cozy up on the rug by the fire.”

He caught a faint grumble of protest as William withdrew from his body, and Atticus needed a moment to adjust to the feeling of emptiness. His pup extended a hand to Tatiana, and the two of them stumbled over to the thick rug. Within moments, William had her tucked under one arm, her soft thigh draped over his middle.

Atticus made quick work of getting a soft, wet towel and two glasses of water. He cleaned himself minimally, already planning to ask William to give his hole a more thorough cleaning with his tongue the next morning. Hmm, and Tati could join him… Atticus felt his cock twitch at the image of their tongues tangling together against his hole.

When he made it back to the living room, the two of them hadn’t moved. Carefully, he joined them, tenderly cleaning their bodies with the towel before having them sit up and drink some water. Once William drained the glass, Atticus took it from him. Leaning forward, they shared a patient, indulgent kiss, their tongues caressing and practiced. “Go ahead and shift, love,” Atticus whispered against his mouth. “We will be here with you.”

Gratitude flashed in William’s golden eyes. “I love you, Atti,” he whispered in response.

Moving away from Atticus, William leaned down, pulling Tatiana into a deep kiss. When they broke apart, he said, “I am going to shift back to my dog form for the night, Tink. Helps me rest up. But if you are up for it, I would very much like to snuggle.”

Atticus watched as a little smile played on Tatiana’s sweet mouth. “I’d love that,” she said softly.

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