Bella
This was the thing that had frightened me and fascinated me from the moment I realized I had two mates. I had immediately begun to imagine what it would be like to have both of them, at the same time. My imagination had been limited by my innocence, but with each encounter I had with them individually, my daydreams got more daring, and more sensual. At first I thought it was a taboo, and that I was especially dirty and sinful even to imagine it. A good girl wouldn’t think about taking two men at once... and she certainly wouldn’t crave it. But I couldn’t stop myself, when we would lay together on the bed, and I found myself pressed between their hot, hard bodies, and I could feel one pressing against my mound, while the other was poking dangerously close to my backside. My rational self warned me that it would hurt, that it would be awkward, that it would involve impossible angles. But my wolf would quietly purr in my head that it was right, it was natural, it was our fate.
And so I boldly pulled both brothers back toward the bed..
“Bella?” I heard the question, the uncertainty, and the hope in Wyatt’s voice.
With a flushed face, I reached for the drawer in the bedside stand. There was a tube of lube there, that Daphne had insisted I would need, when the time came. And the time was here. I saw them exchange surprised looks. Like they never expected I would be ready so soon, let alone that I would be the one to initiate our threesome.
They were all over me, driving my pleasure to incredible heights. Wyatt’s mouth was between my legs, licking and sucking, until I couldn’t think any more. Whatever hesitation and reluctance remained was swept away by the tide of pleasure that was rising ever higher. I was moaning, and they were groaning and growling. I could hear my own heavy breathing, I could feel the sweat that slicked their skin. I lost track of which brother was touching me where – it was as if they had become one thing, one soul melting into mine. I was quaking with need, and aching with an emptiness.
“Please..” I begged impatiently. “Please!”
Wyatt was on his back, and they moved me over him. I eagerly straddled him and impaled myself on his hard shaft. He had his hands on my hips, moving me up and down, thrusting up as I came down, burying himself to the hilt. I was so close to coming, I couldn’t stand myself. And just when I couldn’t take it any more, felt Byron behind me. His hands pressed me gently between the shoulder blades, bending my body over Wyatt. Wyatt wrapped his arms around my torso, and kissed me gently. “Just relax my love.”
He told me to relax, but I couldn’t help but tense when I felt the cold lube. I had a moment of panic when I wanted to stop, I wanted to back out. But I looked into the deep blue eyes of Wyatt, and I saw nothing there but love, and absolute adoration, and awe. I took a deep breath and relaxed into him, letting my muscles go lax.
Byron went slowly. Very slowly. At first my body protested against the unfamiliar invasion. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either. And just when I got used to the feeling, he would inch in farther. Through it all Wyatt was under me, holding perfectly still, his teeth gritted, and beads of sweat popping out along his upper lip. “It won’t always be this hard, baby,” he tried to assure me. “Your body will get used to it. It will be amazing.”
Byron pulled back on my hips, and filled me completely. I cried out involuntarily. I had never felt so... full. Or so completely satisfied. My two mates began to move slowly, and carefully. Each of them fighting their own need to try and make it as easy and pleasurable for me as they could.
I can’t tell you what changed... I think my mind accepted it first, and then my body... and then the discomfort was gone, and there was only the overwhelming pleasure of being between them, of having both of them at the same time, of being filled completely, of our triune pleasure multiplying on itself over and over. It was sensory overload, every sensation, every scent, every sound. They were moving in a perfectly syncopated rhythm, driving in and out of me, pushing me over the edge until I felt like I could lose consciousness. Stars were dancing around the periphery of my vision, and when my orgasm came, I exploded with a scream.
My screams were echoed by Byron and Wyatt. I felt them pulse inside of me, and fill me even as my body was gripping them with violent intensity. My own orgasm was multiplied by the pleasure of my mates. I’d never felt such an unbelievable release... a higher high... I had thought I was satisfied before, I had thought I was complete... but nothing compared to this.
Byron slid off from me, and flopped onto the bed, slick with sweat. “Oh my god, Bella.... I never dreamed... you are so amazing...”
I had no more words to speak. I pushed myself up on weak, trembling arms, and tried to slide off from Wyatt. But when I tried to move, his arms tightened around me and held me in place. When I focused my attention and looked into his beautiful blue eyes, I was shocked...His eyes were wet and shimmering, tears tracking from the corners of his eyes down to the pillow.
“My Bella,” he whispered, pulling me back down against him, and wrapping his arms tightly around me. ”My soul.”