Page 80 of Pain

“Watch it,” Zandren growled.

“Lighten up. Who doesn’t like a little titillation of their balls?” Maxar teased. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Paddington.”

A very bear-like growl made Zandren’s entire chest rumble.

“Easy, big guy,” I said, still moving back and forth and squeezing my pussy around him. I met his gaze. “Focus on me.”

His hard expression softened the moment he looked into my eyes. I surged forward a little, capturing my bear’s mouth and tasting my release on his lips. His kisses were hungry, powerful, and possessive. The way he sucked on my tongue and nibbled on my lips made me see stars and had my clit throbbing against his lower belly. I continued to rock back and forth, enjoying the tangle of our tongues and the way he would inhale deep through his nose, then kiss me even deeper. Like he couldn’t breathe, let alone live without my kisses.

Maxar slid to his knees, bracketing his legs on either side of Zandren’s. He moved more spit and my juices around my ass, then gently pressed the head of his cock against my hole. “Breathe, babe. Push out and breathe.”

I broke my kiss with Zandren for a moment and did as I was told, gritting my teeth only a little when he pushed forward and breached that first tight ring of muscles.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well, angel. Isn’t our girl doing so well, Paddington?”

Zandren grunted. I dropped my mouth to his again, sweeping my tongue into his mouth to calm him. Maxar pushed forward a little more, and I whimpered against Zandren’s lips, once again breathing heavily out of my nose.

“Beautiful,” Maxar praised. “The sight of my cock in your ass is so fucking beautiful. You take us both perfectly. Like you were made to take us both. Do you feel full, My Queen?”

I whimpered before murmuring, “So full,” against Zandren’s mouth.

My movements slowed down a bit, but now that Maxar was completely seated inside my ass, my body full of my mates, and the majority of the discomfort of his intrusion a distant memory, I started to rock back and forth again, finding a rhythm that worked for all of us.

I wasn’t going to last long though.

This was too much.

In a good way. But every neuron in my body fired all at once and I knew that when I came, I was going to explode.

“I wish you could see how pretty this looks, Omaera. How perfect my cock disappears into your gorgeous ass.” Maxar smoothed his hands over my cheeks, pulling me back onto him just a little while Zandren pulled me forward onto him more. It was a push-pull that I was all too eager to continue, but there was no stopping the orgasm that was on its way to the top. The rub of Zandren’s lower belly against my clit, the feel of his cockhead against my G-spot, and the friction between the two of them inside of me, rubbing with only a thin membrane between them. It was too much.

“I’m going to—” And then I shattered.

Into a million tiny pieces of myself as the pleasure radiated out from my center, where I was connected with my mates, and into all the extremities of my body, until even the tips of my ears tingled.

Wave after wave of pure ecstasy filled my mind and consumed my soul until I knew nothing else but this very moment, tangled up in carnal desire with my mage and bear.

Not a second later, Zandren stilled beneath me, dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, snarled in my ear, and came hard, his cock pulsing deep inside of me.

That throbbing must have been enough of a stimulation for Maxar, because as soon as Zandren started to come, Maxar let out a booming, “Fuck,” embedded his cock as deep into my ass as it could go, and came, filling me up just like he promised.

Our moans and heavy breathing painted the room as the three of us writhed together, finding our individual releases while connected. Collectively, we dropped down the other side of our climactic cliff, floating gently to the ground from above.

With a deep sigh of contentment, I collapsed against Zandren’s chest, pulling Maxar with me a little. He slipped out behind me, but leaned over and pressed warm kisses along my spine, making me tremble in the echoes of my orgasm.

Zandren, still safely inside of me, kissed my shoulder where his faded-but-still-there bite marks were, then trailed his fingers up my sides and over my ribcage. I hummed in delight from their immediate aftercare, ready to snuggle into a bed with both of them holding me.

Carefully, Maxar reached down and pulled me off Zandren, cradling me against his chest. “Let’s get you washed up, baby. Get you tucked into bed.”

I didn’t say anything, just snuggled into his body. Before we left the training room, he shot a big blast of yellow flames over the floor to clean up our mess, much like he did the night in the kitchen. Then he carried me through the house toward his room. Once in there, he set me into the shower, reached in and turned on the water. Then he grabbed a small washcloth from the counter, lathered it up with soap, and diligently, sweetly cleaned me from head to toe. He took great care cleaning between my legs, being extra gentle.

“Not gonna lie, babe. I hate seeing my cum leave your body.”

A shiver raced the length of my spine at his words.

Once I was clean, he turned off the water, wrapped me up in a big towel, and carried me to bed. Zandren appeared, fully dressed, and looking not only thoroughly fucked, but also exhausted. “Left a bit of a mess through the house,” he said, stretching his arms up to the ceiling, exposing a sliver of his abdomen where his shirt parted ways with his pants. “Had to clean it up before Kenvin or Shoy found it.”

Maxar smirked as he pulled back the covers and tucked me in. “Did you clean it up with your tongue?”

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