Bella
I felt like my body had melted into a liquid. I had no more bones and no more muscles. I was drifting in this blissful place between the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure and sleep. I grumbled as big hands gathered me up and lifted me off from Byron.
“Bella...” Wyatt’s voice was strained, as though he were in pain. This made me open my eyes and pay attention. He was beautifully naked and fully aroused. “Don’t leave me behind.” He held me to his chest, and tilted his head, baring his neck to me. “Mark me.”
I felt my face flush hotly. The alpha of alphas was baring his throat to me. It was more than it seemed. It was an act of submission. He was submitting himself to me, willingly. The ultimate sign of love, faith, trust, and loyalty.
I moved against him, my mouth moving to the sensitive juncture of his neck and his shoulder. I licked his skin, reveling in his salty-sweet taste. Marking him was the last piece of this strange puzzle. Instinctively I knew, my mark on Wyatt would tie the three of us together in an unbreakable, inseparable bond. But it wasn’t enough to just sink my teeth in and bite him. I scraped my teeth over the spot and felt him shudder. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed to be in that place of euphoria I had reached with Byron when I marked him.
Ah but my insides were so sore, I didn’t think I could possibly go for another round.
Wyatt seemed to understand my thoughts, as his hands started working over my breasts, pinching my sensitive nipples and rolling them between his fingers. The brothers re-arranged themselves. Byron eased off the bed, smoothed the covers, and fixed the pillows, and then Wyatt laid me down. His eyes ran over my body, and he licked his lips in satisfaction.
Byron appeared with a warm, wet washcloth, and washed me between my legs. I was a little embarrassed still by the evidence of my own passion, mingled with their seed. One look, one touch, one kiss, and I was already wet and ready. Who was this wanton woman? Surely it wasn’t the girl who slept in the closet? Not the cockroach they locked in the basement?
Wyatt’s lips trailed over my body, capturing my nipples between his lips, grazing them with his teeth. Byron was at my side, stroking my thigh, kissing the sensitive skin there. Soreness be damned, the heat was building again. The need was so strong, so intense I could cry. Did every woman dream of this? Of being worshipped by two men? Of having two sets of hands on their body, doubling their pleasure? I had never thought of such a thing before the Alpha twins had come for me, but now... now I was so greedy, I couldn’t get enough, and I was thinking thoughts, imagining things that I was sure were forbidden.
Wyatt’s mouth was moving lower, and I gave a startled cry as he pushed my knees apart and pressed a kiss to my most intimate parts. It was one thing for them to touch me there, but to kiss me? “Wyatt, wait...” I struggled to sit up, propping myself up on my elbows.
But it was worse, much worse when I could actually see what he was doing. When I could see the smug, satisfied look on his face when he parted my lower lips and drew a line from my center up to my clit with his hot tongue. Seeing his head between my thighs, feeling his long hair tickling the sensitive skin, feeling his hot breath on my sex... my face blazed with equal parts of shame and desire.
“Relax, my love,” Wyatt was whispering, “Let me taste you... all of you.”
Whatever protest I was thinking of melted away in a moan as his tongue darted inside me. And then Byron was shouldering him aside, “I want a taste too,” his mouth closed over my clit, which was already engorged and sensitive from our previous lovemaking. He sucked on it, and I nearly came out of my skin.
Wyatt pushed him back out of the way. “It's my turn,” he grumbled, and settled himself comfortably on his stomach between my legs. Byron growled in protest, but moved back up toward the head of the bed, to kiss and lick at the mark on my neck.
Wyatt continued making love to me with his tongue. He would stroke my bud until I was on the edge, and then he would pull back, sliding his finger into my vagina, sometimes pressing against my backside as well, making me clench my butt cheeks together. My heart was racing, my breath was coming in gasps, and I was begging him, trying to press his head against my core, crying out for more.
He took my bud in his mouth, and swirled his tongue around it rhythmically. I lifted my hips, rocking against his face without really realizing I was doing it. There was no more thinking. Shame and embarrassment had fled, there was nothing but pleasure, building stronger and stronger, drowning me with the promise. Byron’s hands were on me, stroking, pinching, massaging, adding fuel to the fire, but I was barely aware of him. All my attention was on Wyatt, and the insane pleasure he was nursing from my core. His fingers began working in and out of me harder, and I vaguely felt the soreness, but it was so cloaked in pleasure that I actually welcomed it. I wanted to feel him there, filling me, stretching me. There was an empty place there, an ache that only he could fill.
He began to suck insistently, and I exploded. I screamed his name as I came with fluid gushing. He licked at it eagerly, growling with contentment. He seemed pleased that he had done that to me. He had made me lose all control over my body, over my emotions, over everything. I came off the bed like an animal, and he met me half way, already back on his knees and ready for me. He caught me and crashed his lips down on mine, like he was starving and I was his last meal.
I tore my lips away and looked deeply into his eyes for a split second. An understanding passed between us, and he bared his neck to me again. I sank my teeth into his spot. The pleasure that ripped through me at our bonding was unreal, sending my body over the edge into another orgasm, and I wasn’t alone, as Wyatt tensed and trembled against me, spilling his seed on my thighs. I licked away the blood from my bite, tasting the subtle difference between him and Byron.
I couldn’t think anymore. I wrapped myself around them, not knowing anymore which was which, there was just the warmth, the strength the security... my mates. Mine. We were bonded now, all of us, together, forever. I tightened my arms and my legs around them. I was finally home, finally complete.