Page 18 of Fearless as an Eagle

We’d never do anything she didn’t want, but we also won’t let her deny what we have. I wait for her to shoot me down outright, but she doesn’t. After several moments of silence, she licks her lips and murmurs, “I’m just not there yet. I’m sorry.”

My heart falls, but my resolve strengthens. She saidyet. We’re already breaking down the wall she put up after Mike. I’ll take that as a win.

“Never apologize for how you feel. You didn’t immediately shut me down. I’d say our chances are improving.” I wink at her and soak up her giggles. “Come on, love. Let’s see what we can find on TV.” Not giving her a chance to move, I stand with her still in my lap, my left arm around her back and my right under her knees. She gasps as I stand and walk us across the room to the couch.

I sit back in the comfy seat and settle her on my lap once again. Out of the four of us, you’d think at least one of us would find something we wanted to watch, but there is clearly nothing on today because I’ve flipped through the guide three times and have yet to find anything. Finally, I give in and log into my Netflix account. Hopefully, we can find something now.

I scroll through movies and Mia snuggles into me with her feet beside me on the couch. Riley had beaten Bennett to the couch, so he’s sitting next to us. He picks up her feet and lays them over his lap as he massages her foot. She groans in response and I squeeze her hip, forcing myself to focus on the TV instead of her wiggling and moaning in my lap. My cock is painfully hard after what happened in the kitchen, and I don’t think it’s going to go away anytime soon.

I finally put on a random movie for some kind of distraction and set the remote on the side table. No one is paying any attention to the TV, anyway. Mia’s eyes are closed with her head lying on my chest, and Bennett, Riley, and I are all focused on every minor reaction Mia has to Riley’s massage. My hand idly runs up her back and she groans into my neck. I knead her tight muscles and her body melts under my touch.

“That feels so good,” she mumbles into my chest.

“You could have this and more every night for the rest of your life, love. You just have to let us in,” I purr. “This is what being mated should be like. It’s our responsibility… Our honor to take care of you in every way. Let us pamper you, Little Bird.”

“It won’t last. This is just the honeymoon period. Eventually, you’ll get bored and want to see what else is out there for you. Maybe you’ll even find a mate you like better than me,” she mutters dejectedly.

“I can promise you that will never happen, love. But the only way you’ll ever know is to let us in. It’ll take time, but we’ll prove to you that you can trust us.” I run my fingers through her hair as she looks up at me. She looks so conflicted, and I just want to set her mind at ease. “Don’t worry, Little Bird. You don’t have to decide tonight. Rest. Let us take care of you.”

She lays her head back down and closes her eyes as we go back to massaging wherever we can reach. It’s not long before Bennett comes and sits in front of the couch. He rubs her legs one at a time as I concentrate on her back and Riley on her feet and ankles. It’s not a sexual massage ‌but it must feel good because the noises that fall from her mouth have me imagining this ending with either my face between her legs or hers between mine. But that’s not what this is about. We need to show her that being mated is about more than just sex. Even if it gives me a major case of blue balls, nothing more is going to happen tonight. I’m going to have to take a shower and jack off if I have any hope of sleeping.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but the movie is over and Mia is sound asleep in my arms. I’m not ready to let her go yet, so I continue to hold her as Netflix automatically plays the next suggested movie.

I wake up the next morning with a warm body pressed to mine. My arm tightens instinctively around the waist in front of me and I take a deep breath, inhaling my new favorite scent of strawberries and cream. Fuck. I fell asleep before I could move her to her bed. That explains why, despite sleeping on a crowded couch with what I believe may be permanent hard-on, I had the best night's sleep of my life.

Mia stretches in her sleep, pushing her ass up against my cock, and I have to bite back a groan so I don’t wake her. When her ass continues rocking on my cock, I tighten my hold on her and hold her still. She moans in protest until I ground my cock into her, the sound quickly shifting to one of pleasure.

“If you don’t behave, I’m going to have to punish you, love. You wouldn’t want that so early in the morning, would you?” I growl into her ear.

“Mmmm. Depends how you punish me,” she whimpers.

“If you want my punishment, all you have to do is ask, Little Bird.”

“Please, Mason. I ache.”

“I’ve got you, love. Now, as part of your punishment, you have to be completely silent while I teach you what happens when you run your delectable ass against my cock. Don’t wake up Bennett or Riley or I’ll stop,” I warn her before sliding my fingers under the waist of her pants, dipping lower and lower until I brush against her clit. It’s already engorged and I give it an experimental flick.

Her hips chase after my fingers, but I shift lower until I can run my middle finger up her wet slit. She’s so wet already. I wonder if she was dreaming about this and that’s why she was searching out my cock in her sleep. I pull my hand out to grab her thigh and throw it over my leg, spreading her out for me as much as I can on the couch with all of her clothes on.

When I put my hand back in her pants, my finger slips into her warm pussy like it belongs there. I pump my middle finger in once, twice before adding another. She bucks her hips as I push my fingers in deeper and stroke her pussy walls even as they clamp down on me. I find the rough bundle of nerves and focus all of my attention on her g-spot as my other hand wraps around her throat.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I groan into her ear. “Were you dreaming about me, love?”

She bites her lips as she thrashes her head in what I can only assume is a yes.

“Such a good fucking girl. You only dream about us from now on. If you want someone’s hands, tongue, or cock inside you, it’ll be ours. Even in your sleep,” I growl, nipping at her neck.

“Yes! Only you,” she moans, not so quietly.

“Shhh. Remember the rules, Little Bird,” I whisper in her ear and pause my ministrations. She rocks her hips to get me to start again, but I remove my hand and slap her pussy… As well as I can with her pants still on, at least. It’s enough to get her attention, though. She goes completely still and I can hear her panting. “Be a good girl. You’ll come when I say so, not a second before.”

“Please,” she whines so low I barely hear her.

“That’s better,” I praise her before stuffing her hot little pussy with my fingers once again, adding yet another finger as I stretch her out. There’s no way she can take all of our cocks as she is. We’re not small guys, Bennett especially.

Her moans and whimpers are nearly silent as I push her closer and closer to the edge without letting her go over. She’s so fucking perfect for me. I can tell she wants to let loose and scream her release, but she’s gritting her teeth, biting her lips together to hold it in. Her hips have a mind of their own, though, as she rides my fingers.

She gets even wetter and her pussy clamps down on my fingers, signaling her release is close and I cover her mouth with my hand. “Now, baby. Come all over my hand. Give it all to me,” I growl into her ear and, like the perfect fucking girl she is, she falls apart, trusting me to catch her.

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