Page 87 of Tethered Magick

“You’re not going to leave your mate hanging, are you?” Jolon arched a brow, and I wanted to grumble at him. If I missed one thing about speaking, it was being able to mutter at people.

I slowly started my trek to the bed, only relaxing when my back was against the comforter and my head was on the white pillow.

Lorn rolled toward me, some of the rose petals clinging to her skin, her scent an enticing mix of her signature fragrance and Jolon’s, along with the musky smell of sweat and sex and the sweet floral undertones from the roses.

Her hand grazed under my shirt, hiking it up and revealing my abs. Tiny white scars crisscrossed my skin, and I wondered if this would finally be the moment she caved and asked about them.

Surprising me yet again, she simply traced a few of them before delving south.

A hiss parted my lips when she wrapped her tiny hand around my thick girth. Her fist couldn’t even close, and I was quite a bit longer than Jolon as well.

Guys thought having a big dick was a gift, but it was more like a nightmare. So many women were too intimidated to try my size, so I’d become a good wingman for Jolon, a voyeur for many a hook-up, and I’d learned how to perfect my oral skills and be a willing participant in whatever way I was granted. Occasionally, Jolon and I would bring home a woman eager to try both of us.

Now here I was with my mate, and she was gazing at me with hungry eyes that spoke of the dirty plans she had for us.

“I see the hesitation on your face,” Lorn stated gently, “but I want you too. I’ve never had sex with two guys in a row. Fuck, until recently I wasn’t having sex at all, but I’ve been dreaming of what it would be like to be with you and Jolon, and whatever is happening to my body isn’t satisfied yet. My thirst isn’t quenched, Sy.”

I gritted my teeth as her hand glided up my cock and then back down, the unhurried drags driving me slowly insane and breaking down the inherent desire to explain why this wasn’t a good idea.

But denying myself was impossible with her touching me like that.

“I’ll help her, Syler. Make sure you don’t hurt her. We’ll take it slow,” Jolon encouraged, and I was lost when he looked at me like that.

Lorn beamed, and Jolon helped her straddle my waist.

I groaned when I saw her pussy cradle my cock.

She’s so fucking tiny. I nearly shook with the urgent need pulsing through me in time with my heartbeat.

“He thinks you’re too small to take him,” Jolon murmured to Lorn as her hands anchored themselves on my chest, the dusting of hair springing under her fingers with every shift.

“I guess we’ll find out.” Lorn smirked and lifted her hips. Jolon grabbed my cock, and Lorn bit her lip on a moan as she watched him line me up at her entrance. His come leaked out of her core, coating my dick and slicking my path. My hands scrambled for Lorn’s hips, making sure to hold her above me.

The mushroom tip of my cock notched at her entrance, and she bit her lip, hard, while lowering an inch.

“How is that?” Jolon questioned, and I stopped breathing until she answered, giving me the one word that was guaranteed to drive me wild.

“More,” she pleaded, and slowly, I lowered her. She took one inch, then two, and soon she was panting, sweat beading on her forehead from the exertion. “God, Teddy Bear, you’re huge!”

Teddy Bear. I fucking loved the nickname.

Taking a chance, I rocked my hips upward, giving her a little more at a time. She keened when Jolon positioned himself behind her, straddled my legs, and brushed my hands away only to replace them with his own.

I tucked my hands under my pillow to keep myself from touching her and blowing my load before I was even seated inside her.

“Deep breath, Lorn. Let’s see how much of your teddy bear you can take,” Jolon rasped, his voice deep and sexy.

Looking over Lorn’s shoulder, Jolon and I locked eyes. “Do you like knowing she’s soaked in my come?” he teased.

Fuck.

“Spreading my seed all over your dick as she tries to take you into that sweet little cunt. You like that, don’t you?” Jolon taunted. “Getting my seconds.”

Lorn whimpered, her pussy fluttering wildly around the length she’d taken inside herself. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back while she adjusted.

Jolon lifted Lorn and then started the slow descent once more, fucking our mate onto my cock.

Lorn began to bounce, taking another inch with every downward stroke.

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