The Confession

In response, she cried and writhed, looking at Seth with helpless, beseeching eyes. He felt her silent pleading in every corner of his body. But it wasn’t enough. He might not deserve it, but he needed her to acknowledge him as her Dominant. He needed her absolute surrender. Only that would help him put them back together.

He speared her with two blunt fingers, plunging deep, relishing the way she gasped and clamped her swollen tissues around his intruding digits and begged with her circling hips.

Slowly, he stimulated that spot inside her, just behind her clit, with one hand. With the other, he grabbed the hair at her nape and forced her to look at him. “If you want this orgasm, you’ll get it from me—and me alone. Beg me for it.”

Heavenly fell into his stare, her breaths harsh, her cheeks red. Perspiration dotted her hairline. Her neck was damp with it. Between her breasts dripped with it. Everything about her screamed how badly her body needed what he could give her, but her mind had to comply, too. He couldn’t force this on her.

“Angel.” He pressed his lips to hers. “Stop fighting us. I love you—more than anything. And I’m sorry.”

Tears filled her eyes then. She closed them as drops ran to her temples and her face softened with something between love, exaltation, and—finally—surrender. Then she lifted her mouth to his and whispered against his lips, “I love you, too. I’m sorry. Make me come, Seth. Please…”

Relief poured through him. Finally, they might be happy and whole again, hopefully for good. “With pleasure.”

He didn’t waste a moment bending to the wet heat between her legs and drinking her in with his tongue while he tormented her depths with his digits. Immediately, she gasped. Beck smothered the sound with his kiss, taking her lips over and over as he fondled her breasts, teasing the tips with his thumbs.

Everything about being with them again, about having her between them, felt right. This was where he belonged. His relief in being here and accepted again was momentous. If Heavenly and Beck had walked away from him, Seth didn’t know how he would have moved on, especially if they’d left because of his own stupidity.

But the perfection of the moment made ramping her up until she writhed, until her skin sheened all over, even sweeter. Her cheeks turned rosier. Her cries got louder. Her desperation felt visceral. Her need spoke to the man in him, stoked the Dom in him. Her torment wrapped around his cock. But the way she gave to him now, so openly and completely, tugged on his heart until there was no saving him from the inevitable tumble of falling more in love.

“Now, little girl. We’re dying to be inside you,” Beck growled.

“Yes. Yes. Yeeessss!” she screamed, her body contorting with ecstasy as she let go, releasing onto Seth’s tongue. He could all but feel her lowering the barricades around her heart and putting it back into his keeping.

She shuddered and shattered between them for a small eternity, and Seth kept at her until she slowly, slowly fell from the stratosphere and back into their arms.

When she opened her eyes, their stares connected. Her face twisted. Tears pooled and fell. She lurched for him.

Love slammed through Seth’s chest as he enclosed her in his embrace. The need to fuse with her slammed down his spine. If he didn’t get inside her in the next thirty seconds, it would crush his soul.

Beck surged up behind them and wrapped his arms around her middle as Seth meshed her body to his for a lingering moment, feeling their hearts beat together and their breaths meld as one.

Then the surgeon broke their moment by tugging on her hair and muttering in her ear. “I need inside you, little girl.”

She turned to glance at him over her shoulder. “Hurry.”

Beck plucked a kiss from her mouth, then lay back. “Lube?”

“On it.” Seth hopped up and rummaged through the nightstand until he found the mostly empty tube. They would need to restock soon. He tossed it the surgeon’s way.

By the time Seth finished shedding his pants, Beck had finished lubing up and had positioned Heavenly on her hands and knees. He wasn’t wearing a condom.

Seth let the observation pass. As long as the doctor didn’t go bare in her pussy, they wouldn’t have any problems.

Then he got caught up in the erotic sight of Beck aligning his fat purple crest with her tiny back opening.

Watching them made Seth’s blood pump harder and his anticipation surge. He settled onto the bed, right in her face. “Open up, angel. Take him.”

She nodded, the long, damp tendrils of her hair sliding seductively over her naked body. Their stares met again, and the blue of her eyes slammed deep into him.

“While you do, look at me,” he told her. “Don’t look away.”

“I’ll try.” Her voice caught, ending on a gasp as Beck nudged her, teasing.

“You’ll do,” Seth corrected.

In his periphery, he was aware of Beck parting her cheeks, of Heavenly bearing down. She gasped as the doctor invaded and slid deep. Her eyes widened. Twin splashes of color rose on her face before she closed her eyes and let out a throaty moan.

Heavenly might be one of the kindest, sweetest females he’d ever met, but at heart she was one of the dirtiest. She loved anal sex. Thank fuck.