Chapter 122: _ Twice in Her
Warning: Mature Content Ahead! Do Not Proceed if a Threesome is Not Your Cup Of Tea!
Grayson slams into her in one hard thrust.
Her cry burst high and raggedly through the room, her back arching clean off the mattress. Judging from how brutally tight and the way clenching around him like her body’s never known this before, he knows she’s only ever done this once or twice... maybe.
"FUCK..." Grayson chokes, his head falling back as a savage grin tears across his mouth. "She’s... fuck, she’s perfect."
He buries his face in the hollow of her neck, inhaling the dizzying perfume of wolf, arousal, and the faint, sweet trace of steam from her recent bath. She is fire, and he is a moth, but instead of being consumed, he is made whole. Her skin is slick with a fine sheen of sweat, and the rapid, frantic beat of her heart drums against his chest.
Her nails rake at the sheets, her voice breaking between curses and cries. "B-Bastard...!"
Morgan’s lips curl against her ear as he rolls her nipple between his fingers. "Feel him splitting you open, little wolf? Stretching you so deep you’ll never forget the shape of him?"
She’s ours," Tris buzzes inside his skull. "She’s finally ours, brother. And she’s glorious."
Oh, like hell she is.
Grayson grips her hips tighter, pistoning into her as he drives in and out of her at an unforgiving pace. Each thrust slams her back into the bed, her breasts bouncing under Morgan’s teasing hands. Her cries get louder as her body betrays her with every shiver and squeeze around his cock.
She’s gripping the sheets like she’s fighting hard to stay sane in the face of the war inside herself. And gods, watching her lose that battle is sweeter than sin.
Grayson leans down, growling against her lips. "Hate me all you want, Heidi. But your pussy... your wolf... they already chose me. Fuck it, girl. I’ve never fucked anyone this sweet!"
Her answer is another helpless broken moan.
"I..." She struggled to say. "I... Y-you..."
Hell, not even a single coherent word can be formed by her. That’s how deathly brutal the pace of his penetration is.
"She deserves it. She’s been too defiant for long. We need to fuck her brains out, and you’re doing it so well, brother." Tris encourages, growling like a madman as Grayson relentlessly moves his hips against hers.
Morgan’s smirk is bloody sinful. He slides his hand lower, between Grayson’s thrusts, fingers brushing her swollen clit. She jerks, sobbing out a sound that’s more raw pleasure than denial.
Grayson snarls, hips slamming harder and deeper. Her walls convulse around him, milking him, dragging him closer to the edge with every squeeze.
Morgan bites her ear. "Let go, honey. Come for us. Show us who owns this body."
And she does.
Her scream tears from her chest as she convulses, her body clamping down around Grayson so tight he nearly loses it. Heat floods him, his wolf howling triumph into his skull.
"She’s fucking ours and we’ve driven her on the edge!"
Grayson roars, thrusting harder, pounding her through her climax as Morgan keeps teasing her clit, dragging every last shudder out of her.
His brother meets his eyes, smirking. "My turn."
Grayson pulls out with a hiss, his cock glistening with her fluid and throbbing with the need to shove right back in. Her body clenches after him like it wants to keep him, like it doesn’t know how to let go.
"Fuck," he mutters, dragging a hand down his sweaty face. His wolf paces like a caged beast.
"Bro, get back in. Take her again. Don’t give her to him.
But Morgan’s already there. Already sliding into the space Grayson left behind, already curling his hand around her throat in that way that’s showing her who the boss is.
"Open those pretty legs wider for me, honey" Morgan purrs, pushing her thighs apart like she’s a doll in his grip. "I’m not as patient as my brother. You’ll take every inch and you’ll thank me for it."
Heidi whimpers, shaking her head, but her hips lift. Oh, she fucking lifts.
Grayson’s chest tightens. He should be furious. And he is. But gods help him, the sight of his brother’s cock pressing against her, of Heidi’s slick folds parting to swallow him... It’s the filthiest, most intoxicating thing he’s ever seen.
Morgan drives in hard with no hesitation. Her scream bursts through the air, muffled when Grayson shoves his cock into her mouth, making her choke on the sound.
"That’s it," Grayson snarls, his hips grinding against the side of her face. "Bite me and I’ll punish you. Suck, little wolf. Suck while my brother ruins your pussy."
Her eyes roll back, tears streaking down her cheeks, and still her throat works around him, sucking like instinct takes over where pride fails.
Morgan groans, head tipping back. "Holy fuck. She’s gripping me like a..." He pumps into her, each thrust shaking the bed, his hand tightening on her throat just enough to keep her gasping. "You feel this, Grayson? Feel her breaking for us?"
Grayson can feel it. Hell, it’s not just in his cock straining for her again, but in the bond thrumming like wildfire under his skin. Heidi’s pleasure, her fury, her helpless surrender — it’s bleeding into him, feeding him.
His wolf growls. "We should be inside her too. Make room. Fill her everywhere."
W-what? What the hell does Tris mean by that? He wants his cock in Heidi as Morgan’s killer dick continues to fill her up?
Hohoho...
The idea of him and Morgan being in her all at once, thrusting and hitting her deep to the core is too exhilarating not to be tried out, but he doesn’t know if Heidi can handle so much pressure all at once, Grayson can’t help but wonder.
However, honestly, they wouldn’t know unless they try, would they?
Hence, he grabs her leg, yanking it higher as he watches the obscene way Morgan spears into her.
Well... here goes nothing.