Page 105 of Across an Endless Sea

“Does that mean it’s time?” I ask, shifting back onto my elbows.

“Ask nicely,” Lore replies. “You don’t want Jaro to get confused about what you want.”

My cheeks heat, my lips sealing shut at the idea.

“Say it, pet,” he encourages. “Say, ‘I want you to fuck me, Jaro.’”

“You’re probably an easier size for her first time,” Jaro replies, before I can say anything of the sort.

Lore’s eyes flash red with hunger, and for a second, the depth of it scares me. “You’re forgetting what I am, wolfie. The second I get inside her, my instincts will take over, and I’ll have her on her knees screaming my name while I pound her and mark all of this pretty creamy skin with my fangs.” He shrugs, like he hasn’t just described a scene that’s equal parts carnal and terrifying. “I don’t think that’s what you—or she—wants right now.” My stomach sinks, but Lore winks. “When we get there, pretty pet, you’re going to love it. I swear on my highly dubious honour.”

Jaro grimaces. “I’m too large,” he protests, though the excuse sounds weak, uncertain. “Maybe Drystan…”

No. Not him. Not for my first time. I believe him when he says he doesn’t hate me, but we’re not there yet. With Jaro, Iknowhe cares for me. He demonstrates it every day.

“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt, not daring to look at him as I say the words. All of my blood rushes to my cheeks as I add, “I mean, if you still want to.”

Lore cackles. “The lady has chosen.”

Jaro nods, swallowing again. The two males shift, Lore abandoning his position between my legs for one alongside me as Jaro takes his place. Rather than lining himself up and taking me—as I wish he would—Jaro strokes two fingers through my wetness, as if testing the truth of my arousal for himself. I arch off the bed, moaning as he dips them inside.

His fingers are thick, stretching me as much as three of Lore’s did, but he only pumps twice—each time making me gasp—before he withdraws them and sucks them into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed. His deep groan as he tastes me for the second time rumbles through the point where our thighs are touching, and when his eyes open again, his wolf is shining out of them and he lookshungry.

“Next time, I get to eat her out,” he warns Lore.

The redcap just grins with challenge.

“No fighting in the bedroom,” I say, worried that they might honestly come to blows over this. “You can… you can take turns if it’s such an issue.”

Goodness, I never thought I’d be instructing two males to take turns licking me to orgasm, but I’ve done it now.

All embarrassment flees as Jaro finally, blessedly, grabs the base of his shaft and rubs the head along my slit. He slides over my clit, once, twice, and then again until I’m forced to fist the sheets. The burning ache is too much. Lore strokes a hand up from my neck to cup the side of my face and drags me in for a deep kiss.

The head of Jaro’s cock notches at my entrance, and he starts to push. For a second, nothing really happens, and I tense as I wonder if he’s simply too big. Then a thumb comes down to nudge at my clit, forcing me to relax. Easing his way.

“Goddess,” I moan against Lore’s lips.

The redcap pulls away to watch with hooded eyes as Jaro surges forward into my body. There’s no discomfort, just the unfamiliar stretch of muscles that have never been used before.

“You should see his cock disappearing into you,” Lore says, sounding oddly mystified as his thumb brushes my cheekbone in a soft caress. “You’re taking him so well. Such a good little pet.”

I feel so full, and I don’t think he’s all the way in yet. The Call is thrumming between us like a living current that only heightens the sensations rioting through my body. His eyes flicker between wolf gold and chestnut brown as both he and his animal battle to share the moment. There’s an unexpected intimacy to the way he studies me as he withdraws slightly, then forges forward again into my untried body.

He can’t be all the way in yet, but he pauses anyway. His head drops to my neck, nose nuzzling the sensitive tips of my ears before kissing a path down my neck. The mild distraction is all it takes for my lower body to relax, and he slips in another inch.

“Just a little more,” he murmurs, the words almost pained. “You’re so wet. Let me in, Rosie.”

I know he’s waiting for the second that I flinch or show any sign of pain, but there isn’t any. In fact, when he pulls back again, my hands shoot out, as if I can hold him to me. Now that he’s finally inside me, and that horrible empty feeling has been quenched, I don’t want him to leave. My muscles clench around him, helping to draw him deeper.

On his next micro-thrust, his warm hips finally meet the inside of my thighs. I moan as I feel him brush against some deeper spot within me. His hands stroke the outside of my legs, encouraging me to hug his waist with them, changing the angle until I let out a soft whimper.

My body is stretched beyond imagining, and I have no idea how he managed to fit all ofthatinside of me.

Goddess, it feels perfect. Incandescent pleasure tumbles through my veins, and I’m on the edge of another climax, so close I can almost taste it. Now that he’s fully in, I find myself craving something more.

Friction,I realise,I need him to move.

“She actually took all of you,” Lore remarks, surprised.

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