Page 55 of Scapegoat

“Hmm…?”

Jay pressed a finger to his lips, shooting his brother a warning look, because we all knew what Xavier would say if he caught us at this. It wasn’t even that we disagreed with him, but the three of us were much more confident of their ability to both court me and fuck me. But despite only just waking up, Atlas worked out the game real damn quick, pulling me back harder against him, then pushing my thighs open so his cock was fed between them. Not to push inside me, but so that hot, hard length rested against my sopping seam, the slick pouring out of me making it easy for him to thrust back and forth.

At first it was just to tease me, Jay’s cruel fingers forcing the tension inside me to ratchet tighter. But Atlas didn’t stop, didn’t angle his cock better and shove himself deep inside me, like I wanted. Instead his fangs found the mark he’d left on my neck, nipping at the skin there until my breath was coming hard and fast. His hand covered my mouth, forcing me to be quiet as Jay smirked, dropping his head down, then using his own cruel teeth to nip at my nipples. It hurt so fucking good and I couldn’t do a thing about it. Couldn’t beg for more, just grab his head and keep him right where he was, jolting when he sucked the pain away in long, slow swallows, only to give me more.

My cunt was dripping all over Atlas’ cock and his fingers slipped through the mess I was making to tend to my clit. Seeming to sense the mood I was in, he pinched at the hood, forcing the pleasure to expand around me in a great spiky cloud. My bladder was full, I was sweaty and hot and needed to shove the blankets away, even though I knew I would only want to cover my body with them. But instead I was forced to feel.

Jay worshipped every inch of my breasts, even if the rites involved in his worship were kind of savage. I wondered if I’d wear his bruises afterwards, even as I pushed his head and forced him to bite down, to suck harder. And Atlas? He shoved his cock back and forth, missing everything that I wanted stroked, that disregarded need making me all the more achy. So I tilted my hips back, gasping into his hand and biting down on the skin when the head of his cock notched in my cunt. My cries were muffled, strangled, but still audible as I pushed back, enveloping him.

And that’s when we stopped.

It was as if, up until this point, we’d just been playing, but all of a sudden, things had become serious. Or perhaps it was to mark what was about to happen. All of us went still. I heard Atlas’ ragged breath, felt the huff of it against my neck as he gripped my hip so as to push himself deeper inside me, the big head of his cock nudging something inside me that had me seeing stars. All the more intense because it was Atlas, it was Jay, one of them burrowing deep inside me until I felt his knot grind against me, the other watching me closely with a hopeful and hopeless expression, his lips finally quirking into a smile. Jay nodded slowly, staring into my eyes, a silent witness to my pleasure, then an active participant, his fingers sliding between my legs, finding my clit and flicking that as Atlas pulled back and then slammed back inside me.

Would it always feel like this? Like I had to claw at Atlas, at Jay, trying to hold tight to both of them so they didn’t slip through my fingers. Because this was still a stolen moment, with Xavier snoring on as we came together. Again and again, it felt like Atlas’ cock punched into me, forcing me back open again, just like the first time, claiming me, inside and out. My cunt clamped down around him, a small groan escaping him each time, the space between them shortening in time with his strokes. Atlas kept driving himself into me, his gasps, his groans coming in time with mine until he gave up trying to stifle them. His hand pulled away from my mouth, slapping down on my other hip, anchoring himself against me, as he fucked me into a strange kind of oblivion.

I’d worked out what the hell my body liked and disliked when I got away from Mum’s house. Renting out my own room or my own cottage, I didn’t need to hide anything from my sister, or my mother. But no matter what I’d discovered on my own, it was nothing compared to this.

Fucking a wolf shifter, that was a pleasure that had fangs that dug deep into my skin, just like Atlas had that night. It marked me, claimed me, made my body its fucking bitch. And I came at its call, clamping down around Atlas, frantic little moans escaping my throat. But Atlas didn’t stop for a second, thrusting hard and deep, prolonging the sweet, sweet pleasure of orgasm on and on, until one became another and another. Then, right as the sun began to peek over the horizon, Jay moved his hands away from his continued ministrations on my nipples.

He knelt before me, hard cock bobbing before my face, and my mouth opened without a thought on my part. “Good girl…” he growled, right before he shuffled closer, cradling my jaw so my throat was one long line and then he thrust in.

I sucked him in, my throat convulsing around him, flexing and swallowing and he let out a low groan. Xavier came to with a snort, looking around, bleary eyed, his focus sharpening when he saw us. I couldn’t see his expression because my eyes were starting to go blurry with tears.

“Don’t you knot Kai,” Xavier ordered. Atlas groaned into my shoulder, nipping at my skin. “Don’t you fucking dare. You hold back and…”

Whatever else he had to say, it faded away right then, as I felt Atlas buck up deep inside me, grinding against the spot that ached for him, right before he erupted. I followed him down, down, in a delicious spiral of pleasure, swept away in it as Jayden whispered something in a hoarse voice.

“Coming, beautiful. Swallow me down. That’s a good girl. Every fucking drop. I can get through a day if I know you’ve got something of me in you.”

When we were finished, the three of us dropped back down on the mattress, our limbs weightless. Xavier got to his feet and stood above us with a frown on his face.

“I thought we talked—”

“No, you talked and expected us to listen,” Jay shot back, drawing me close and holding me against his chest. “You want to do this the way you think is right, spend your time dating Kai, but…” He looked down at me then and I stared into his eyes. “I’ve been dating Kai my whole damn life. Finding her stuffed toy when it ‘went missing’ and somehow ended up in Anna’s toy box. Making crowns out of daisy chains and making Kai my queen. Playing in the forest and the paddocks, chasing her down, knowing even then that she was mine, and I had to catch her to prove I was strong enough to stand by her side.”

He stroked the side of my face and then gave me the most angelic smile.

“I’ll bring you flowers every day. Roses, if that’s what you’d like, or daisies, or gerberas.”

“Gerberas?” I smiled at him. “And where would we find them out here?”

“I’ll go to a bigger town and find you some if that’s what you want.” His hand came to rest on my cheek. “Whatever you want, Kai. I’ll take you somewhere nice for dinner or out dancing.” I wrinkled my nose at that. Dancing was not a skill I’d ever mastered. “But when we get home, I’m gonna want you in my bed, on my cock, riding me until we’re both gasping, before I force my knot deep inside you, feeling you squeeze every drop out of me when you come.”

“Mm…” I pushed my face into his neck, sucking in the scent of him. “Promise?”

“Damn fucking straight.” His hand grabbed a handful of my hair and he used it to force me to stare back at him. “Whatever I’ve got to give is yours.” But when he let go, he shifted focus to Xavier. “And I’m not holding anything back on your say so.”

“This is what you want?” Xavier asked me, not Jay or Atlas.

“All I’ve ever wanted is you,” I told him, then glanced at the others. “All of you. And if you want to take things slow, then that’s what we’ll do.” Jay muttered something indistinct at that. “And if Jay doesn’t, then that’s the way it’ll work for him. What do you want, Atlas?”

He nestled in closer and as he shifted position, I felt the wet spurt of his cum leaking out of me.

“Just you, princess,” he said, kissing my forehead. “Just you.”

Chapter 33

I floated home on a kind of high, the strained expression on Xavier’s face not strong enough to pierce it, but the bubble popped as I got out of the truck.

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