I moaned, closing my eyes and letting the sensations wash over me. The sense of surrender was complete—all I had to do was let go and let my wolf-mates take care of me.
Nash pushed my knees up higher toward my shoulders to roll my pelvis up off the bed, and then he licked me from anus to clit. I squealed at the sensations, my inner thighs quivering, my breath coming in short pants. He penetrated me with his tongue again, a slow in and out that was not nearly enough, and made me crazy with need.
When he lifted his head, his lips were glossy with my juices, and his eyes wolf-bright. “I was thinking right here.” He traced a circle on my inner thigh as his gaze met Cord’s above my head. “Then I can see my mark every time my mouth is on her sweet pussy.”
“Are you ready, Rachel?” Cord asked. “Nash will be gentle.” I suspected Cord was saying the words as much as a reminder to Nash as they were a comfort to me.
“Go ahead.” My voice sounded husky, as if the idea of being bitten by a wolf was as sexy as having his cock inside of me. It wasn’t like he could fuck me and bite my inner thigh at the same time. He had to do it now.
Nash held Cord’s gaze a moment longer, and I suspected there was some unspoken agreement between them. I didn’t know what it was, but I trusted them. I was between them. Theirs, in all things.
Nash lowered his head and licked the place he’d been circling with his fingertip. I buried my fingers in his hair to show him I was with him. He brought his thumb to my clit and rubbed it at the same time as he struck—a swift penetration of his teeth into the soft flesh of my thigh muscle.
I jerked in surprise. It hurt, but I was distracted from the pain by the sight of release rippling through Nash’s body. Even though the previous pleasure had been all for me, his hips bucked and his cock jutted out ramrod straight beneath him, cum spewing from the tip. I orgasmed, too, reaching down to use my fingers between my legs.
Nash released his teeth from my thigh and licked the wound, then joined his fingers with mine to help me ride out my finish. I cried out in satisfaction.
“Fates, that was beautiful.” Cord’s hot breath feathered across my ear. “Are you okay, Rachel?”
“Yes, I’m okay.” I arched my breasts for more of his touch. “I’m more than okay. Married and marked.”
A growl escaped Nash. In a flash, he had me flipped over to my hands and knees above Cord.
“Climb onto your mate, beautiful,” Nash guided me.
He wanted me to fuck Cord now.
I was all for that. The one orgasm wasn’t enough. Not even close.
Nash’s lips were on my shoulder. His hands stroked down my back. I lifted my hips up over Cord’s generous erection and positioned myself, rubbing the head of his cock over my entrance.
“You want him to wear a condom, or is bareback okay from now on?” Nash asked.
Obviously, I’d never gone bare with anyone before since Nash and Cord were the only guys I’d slept with. The idea of nothing between us… my pussy clenched in eagerness.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” I said, then covered my mouth with my fingers for a second. “I’m sorry.” God, I didn’t think, remembering that Cord couldn’t get me pregnant.
“Shit,” Nash muttered.
“I’m clean,” Cord said. “I’d never put you in danger even if shifters could get STDs.”
“I’m clean, too,” I said, meeting Cord’s dark eyes. “Recent virgin and all that.”
“Beautiful, it’s fine. It bothered me before, but after all we’ve been through, we have each other. If you want pups… babies, we’ll give them to you. Nash won’t mind.”
Nash chuckled behind me. “My pleasure.”
Cord smiled. “We’ll adopt. Whatever.”
“You’re not less,” I whispered, and leaned down to kiss him.
“I know,” he said when I lifted my head. “Everything’s good. And I’m glad you’re on the pill. We’ll get that baby in you—when you’re ready.”
I nodded, relieved I hadn’t goofed. Glad that Cord knew he wasn’t ‘less.’ Nothing could make me see him that way. I wanted to prove it to him, so I lowered myself over him, feeding in his length inch by delicious inch. I wanted him, and he couldn’t deny it now.
Cord groaned with pleasure as I settled onto his lap, his dick buried deep.
I held still, adjusting to his size. Setting my hands on his chest, I began to move, lifting and lowering and circling my hips, following the pleasure.
“Cord, you feel so good,” I said.
His hands gripped my hips. His fingers squeezed as he began to help, thrusting up into me.
“Come here, beautiful.” Cord cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Our tongues tangled as he fucked up into me.