Page 16 of My Pucking Mates
My cock is so hard it hurts. I add a few drops of the lube to my hand, slowly stroking myself a few times, her eyes volleying between us. When she’s decided we’ve gone too long without touching her, she starts to move her free hand to take care of herself.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that’s our job now,” I growl with a small smile on my face.
She smiles back with a challenge in her eyes, darting her tongue out to lick Dolos’ swollen tip. “Well then, you better take your job more seriously so I don’t have to do it for you,” she teases, her hand relentlessly continuing its path to her sex. Instead of pleasuring herself, though, she simply holds herself open for me. Waiting for me to take control.
“Yes, ma’am,” we groan in unison, Dolos’ head tipped back, eyes closed as she continues to gently stroke him, now peppering kisses along his shaft.
Generously applying the bottle’s contents to her ass and my fingers, I don’t waste time inserting my first finger as she moans and clenches around me. Leaning in, I kiss the inside of her thigh before latching onto her skin and sucking hard. She’ll only have a mark for a couple hours at most, but it’ll still be there.
When she’s finally begun to relax around my finger, I work the second into her tight hole. She gasps as she watches my movements, my eyes locking on hers as she absentmindedly strokes Dolos.
“Are you okay?” I breathe.
She doesn’t answer, but she nods, her bottom lip between her teeth as she whimpers. Leaning in further, while I work in my second finger, I softly, reverently massage her throbbing clit with my tongue. She melts against me, relaxing almost instantly, allowing me to slowly pump both lubricated fingers in her ass.
“What a good mate you are.” I kiss her clit, inserting my thumb into her pussy, her eyes rolling momentarily before returning to my gaze.
Ready to make her come,I ask my brother. He leans back over her, massaging one breast while pinching the other nipple,then alternating his movements. My fingers massage her holes while my tongue works her clit. The taste of her flooding my senses as she gasps, pants, moans, and erratically strokes Dolos—who is also now grunting, close to his release.
She comes first,I remind him, and he nods in understanding.
When her body continues to clench and tighten her muscles around me, I double my efforts until she collapses off her elbows, screaming our names moments before Dolos roars her name, ropes of cum painting her torso. I continue to massage her through the waves of her orgasm, making sure she gets every ounce of pleasure she deserves.
“Okay…ah, Eris…it’s t-too much,” she moans, still writhing and twitching from her release. I gently remove my fingers, watching her face for a wince or flinch that I went too far, but she doesn’t. She simply sinks into the bed and sighs dreamily, “A girl could get used to this.”
Dolos outright laughs, “That’s kind of the point, Darling,” then drops a dramatic kiss to her lips before standing with his hands on his hips, taking in the scene of her thoroughly pleasured and covered in his cum. “Runa, you were fantastic. Ten out of ten. Would recommend.”
She barks a laugh and covers her face with her hands while I shake my head at him as I head to the bathroom for more warm, wet washcloths to take care of our mate.
17
Ablissful and strangely normal day was exactly what I needed.
The twins and I spent the day together doing nothing other than occasionally pleasuring each other…with the exception of Eris.
The stubbornness in that man runs deeper than I ever knew possible. While we’d made these monumental steps towards our relationship—the three of us—he still had things he seemed to be holding back. I don’t know if he is still worried I might change my mind and reject him, but he claims to just be old-fashioned in some weird ways.
He won’t let me touch him the way Dolos lets me. I’ve felt Dolos, and I’ve tasted him. Eris won’t let me…yet. Heclaimsthatwhen he comes for me for the first time, he wants it to be when he claims me. I’ve never heard of such a tradition among any wolves, so it must just be him.
Nevertheless, it doesn’t take away from the surprisingly perfect day. We lounged around, we snacked and ordered take out. We watched some television, but mostly, we just talked. About everything. Growing up. Their lives after leaving their mother and Zabella. Hockey. The pack. Everything.
I vaguely remember Leera telling me that she and Roman had a similar, and also much-needed, day to themselves after her first heat.
Isowasn’t looking forward to going into heat. Sure, I had double the amazing mates to handle me sexually and get me through it, but Leera says the need rises so high that it’s almost painful, andthatsounds awful.
After another round of Dolos and me getting off and Eris making sure I saw stars but not letting me reciprocate, we’re lying sprawled across Eris’ bed. They bickered that we spent last night in Dolos’ room and that we should stay in his tonight. Logic won, and here we lie. Spent and happy, if only slightly contemplative.
How will this work between the three of us?I thought to myself, my wolf huffing at me like she was saying,How the fuck am I supposed to know?And I giggled out loud at her.
“What’s so funny?” Eris grumbled, and with my head resting on his chest, I could feel the vibrations begin in my skull and skitter through my body to my toes.
“My wolf,” was all I gave them for now.
How could I tell them the things slap-shotting through my brain?
Would they always bicker over where we slept, passing me back and forth like a custody agreement?
Was there enough space in one of the rooms for us to all be together?
