Page 44 of The Wolves At My Sides

“Or a bear. Or a fox.” I nodded, still trailing my hands up and down his sides.

“What happens if we get each other pregnant?” He asked.

“It’s rarer, but I guess we’d be pregnant,” I laughed. “Though, I guess that’s the one possibility we didn’t discuss.”

“Simple,” Marcus walked back into the room with an armload of bottled water. “Hydration break, you two,” he fake scolded as he handed us each one of the bottles and dropped the rest on the chair across the room. “You’d be pregnant, and we’d all have another baby. “For medical history, we’d probably need to know who genetically made the baby, but I think we’re all in this together no matter who does. For the sake of the kids not fighting or feeling on the outside later, we just have to agree from the get go, all the kids have three dads. Maybe five, since I think Faran might think Shepard and Daniel are his dads too,” he laughed.

“That makes sense,” Fen nodded. “I’m still nervous about a little baby.”

“They’re not that breakable.”

“Faran’s taught me that,” he nodded.

“And you won’t be in parenting alone,” Marcus said, sliding back onto the bed.

He took our empty water bottles and tossed them one by one into the little metal trashcan across the room.

“Show off,” I laughed.

He shrugged and stole a kiss.

“He wants to be inside of us,”my wolf chimed into my thoughts.“That’s why that idea came up.”

The thought of Fen inside me made my toes curl into the bed. Moving over so I wouldn’t plop onto either of my guys, I fell onto my back, with my head against the pillows. I reached a hand out to Fen and he came to me. I pulled him on top of me and kissed him hard. His dick was already waking up again. He kissed me hard, his teeth grinding against my lips.

Marcus spread our legs and settled between our calves. He rubbed over my legs and then Fen, seeming to touch both of us everywhere at once. Fen’s pleasant weight trapped my hard dick between our bodies. He rubbed over me, using himself to keep me hard and needy.

He glanced over his shoulder at Marcus, and I heard the vaguest whisper of Marcus saying, ‘fingers first,’over the mating link. Would I be able to hear both of them clearly after Fen and I exchanged claiming vows?

“I want to be inside of you,” Fen whispered against my ear. “I want to make love to you.”

“I’m all yours for the taking,” I whispered back to him.

He slid off me, laying on his side. His fingers trailed over my chest and stomach leaving behind a warm trail. I arched my hips. Being hard and slick for so long made it difficult to concentrate on any one thing. Marcus appeared on my other side and kissed me. His soft familiar touch nudged apart my thighs. I waited for his fingers to brush against my slick omegahole. He never left me waiting long. Instead, he reached over and put Fen’s hand on my thigh. Fen froze for a second. I pulled him down into a kiss hoping it would make him stop overthinking everything.

His hand slid up and down my thigh as we kissed, giving me goosebumps. I moaned against his soft kissable lips as Marcus’s big strong hand wrapped around my hard cock. He squeezed me and Fen’s fingers trailed to my inner thigh. Everything inside of me begged for more, but this was Fen’s first time taking the lead. So I did my best to be patient. His fingers found my balls and caressed my scrotum teasing me before actually sinking lower.

I glanced at Marcus. He watched Fen’s face intently and I realized the pep talk was probably ongoing. I startled back into the pleasure of my body when Fen’s soft fingers slipped between my cheeks, slipping and sliding on my slickness. My legs trembled at his touch, and I swallowed down a moan, so I didn’t startle him. His touch was tentative, but I leaned into it, urging him on. The pads of his fingers brushed against my omegahole, and I sighed in relief. My every nerve ending stood on edge waiting to see what Fen would do next.

Finding his rhythm of teasing my slick, hungry hole, he turned to kiss me. My lips parted effortlessly under his as he and Marcus stoked the needy fire burning inside of me. When the kiss broke, Fen glanced at Marcus, who nodded at me.

“Ready?” Fen asked a second later.

“Please,” I said, trying to keep my wolf’s needy whine out of my voice.

Fen sank two fingers into me. I bit my lip as the fullness took over my thoughts all at once. He rocked a bit too fast and then slowed after a glance from Marcus. I could’ve told Fen exactly how I liked things, but I enjoyed the show of Marcus playing Fen’s teacher. I loved how well he knew my body and all the things that drove me over the edge.

I rocked my hips in time with Fen’s fingers rocking inside of me. His digits slipped and slid on my slickness as Marcus stroked my cock.

“Fen,” I gasped his name as the pressure in my balls built.

I didn’t need to say anything else. His nimble, rocking fingers disappeared from inside me and he moved between my thighs. He coated himself in my slickness as he watched Marcus do before. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders, and pulled him down onto me. The only thing remaining between our naked bodies was Marcus’s tight, stroking hand.

I reached between our bodies, brushing against Marcus’s hand on the way, and wrapped my fingers around Fen’s throbbing cock. I squeezed and gave him a few promising strokes before leading him home. His eyes grew big, and his face contorted in pleasure as I rubbed the mushroom-shaped head of his dick against my slick omegahole. His breaths came fast and hard and for a minute I wondered if we’d even make it to him sliding inside of me. Then he regained his composure and self-control. He pressed forward, pushing into my hole. He wasn’t as girthy as Marcus, but the fullness was still there. He pressed against me, thrusting his hips and feeding a bit of himself into me.

Marcus let go of my dick and shifted his weight. It took me a moment to realize what he planned. He moved behind Fen and trailed his nails down his back. Fen moaned and pressed his forehead against my shoulder. I hugged him close to me. He thrust again, sliding home this time. His arms and legs trembled – from pleasure or nerves, I wasn’t sure. Marcus grinned at me over Fen’s shoulder.

A second later, the gentle rock of the bed told me, he was rubbing himself against Fen’s omegahole. Fen sighed in my ear, the sound nearly morphing to a growl as I squeezed him tight inside of me. I rocked my hips moving on his dick. He followed my lead and in a few seconds we found the rhythm between our bodies. I lost myself to his weight pressed against me and his forehead pressed against my shoulder as his hips rocked, sinking his dick deeper into me with each thrust. He growled against my flesh, as Marcus slid into him, opening him up for a second time that day.

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