6. Natalie

Chapter six

Natalie

“Don’t just stand there looking creepy, come sit with us,” Jasper says to Cole as he returns with our warm drinks.

Cole sets them on the coffee table in the center of the room. “I made three caffè mochas with gingerbread whipped cream.”

Next to me, Jasper sputters out a cough that turns into a chuckle. “Thanks. Just the way you like it.”

“Who can say no to gingerbread?” Cole shrugs and gives Jasper a panty-melting wink.

My nipples pebble at the way the two males banter. Even if I don’t get their jokes, there’s something so hot about their flirting that reflects years of intimacy. Oddly, neither Jasper nor Cole raise any alarm bells for me, which would’ve been blaring in any other situation. Besides my general jaded outlook on life, I trust these two.

I scoot forward, lifting my mug to my nose so I can take a lungful of the rich aroma. Lowering it to my lips, I take a sip and hum as the flavor hits my tongue.

“This is some good shit,” I sigh out as the warm liquid moves down my throat, my whole body relaxing as I savor the taste. I open my eyes to find both males’ gazes trained on me with an intensity I have not experienced before.

Jasper licks his lips. “You like it?”

“What’s not to like?”

Jasper whips his head to Cole so fast I’m scared he’s going to injure his neck, and Cole’s expression can only be described as smug.

I wonder how many secrets these two share.

Cole moves toward the empty armchair on the opposite side of the coffee table. It’s framed perfectly in front of the large window that looks out on the quiet forest surrounding his house here on the edge of town.

I still can’t believe I’m in the North Pole. It’s not so much a pole as a series of villages spread out within the Arctic Circle, carefully warded from human eyes and spelled to retain the same weather all year round. It’s magnificent.

Jasper and I entered through a portal on the edge of the central town—where Cole lives—and a literal Christmas elf signed us in. Cole had given our details to their security so we could pass through quickly without too many questions, even though the elves’ wide-eyed stares brimmed with curiosity. Apparently, not many humans make their way to this part of the world.

I study the uniquely colored snowcapped trees outside as I sip slowly, savoring the sweet deliciousness of the warm drink.

Pink trees. If someone had told me there were pink trees in the North Pole I would have snorted with laughter. But here I am, looking at the snowy gradients ranging from the palest baby pink on the top layers, to a denser mauve pink where it compacts on the lower branches. It provides the perfect backdrop to the cozy interior of Cole’s home, juxtaposing dark and bright.

I can’t help but think that it also resembles Cole’s and Jasper’s energies, one needing the other to enhance their beauty. The rosy glimmer of magic that clings to the snow reflects into the house, bathing the interior in a faint misty pink and I marvel at the beauty of it all. Not in my wildest imagination could I have ever dreamed up this picture.

Jasper tsks. “I hope you’re not planning on sitting alone in that chair.” The male has an actual pout on his face as he stares at Cole with beguiling puppy eyes blinking exaggeratedly. No one can be immune to those lethal weapons.

A smile creeps across my lips as Cole pauses and cocks his head, studying the two-seater couch that Jasper and I are sitting on, and mentally doing the math.

Jasper adds another flutter of his lashes. “I missed you too much. Please, come sit with us. Natalie doesn’t mind. Right, gorgeous?”

Before I can utter my response, Jasper takes my mug and puts it on the table. He places two large hands around my waist and—like it’s not the hottest thing that has ever happened to me—lifts me and places me sideways on his lap. I blink while he drapes the blanket around my legs, tucking it in and making sure it’s snug before handing me my mug again.

I look at Cole to see his reaction to this, hoping this doesn’t cross some line between them, but what I see is not what I expected.

There’s appreciation and hunger in those eyes as he eats us up—eyes tracing from where Jasper’s hand rests on my waist, up, over the curve of my tits, up the column of my neck, lingering on my lips, before following the same path downward on Jasper.

My pussy grows impossibly wet as the moment suspends between us, the two males having a silent conversation with seriously intense eye contact only.

“I suppose I shall.” At Cole’s smooth reply, something new flutters low in my stomach.

These aren’t nervous flutters. They’re anticipation flutters at being on a couch between two ridiculously good-looking males who ooze sex. I could perhaps become the filling in this monster sandwich, and there’s nothing on Earth that could make me say no. I don’t even have to be the filling, I’d be okay with being a slice of bread. Or the crust. But whatever is happening, I’m in.

Each purposeful step of Cole’s feet echoes in my chest as he keeps his eyes on us and moves closer. Holding his mug steady in one hand, he lowers himself down opposite us, gets comfortable, and throws his free arm along the backrest of the couch. Jasper mirrors the move, lacing his fingers with Cole’s while his grip on my waist gets a tad firmer.

I take a sip while I mull over the situation more carefully. These two clearly have a deep connection, but they both seem interested in me too. Judging by the horny looks we’re all exchanging, I’m counting down the seconds until we get to tear each other’s clothes off—just as Jasper promised. Chatting and getting to know each other can come later. After I come. And they come… all over me.

A groove forms between Cole’s brows as he looks at us. “Jasper was a little vague on details when he called earlier. How about you two tell me more about how you came to be bonded?” My bottom lip juts out a little in disappointment when I realize Cole’s intent on the chatting part first. My pussy will have to wait a little longer to get the attention she craves.

“I’m not sure I understand it myself. Kind of sounded like no one there understood it either—including Bertie,” Jasper explains, following Cole’s lead and dulling more of my sexy thoughts to focus on the bigger issues at hand.

Cole's eyebrows rise comically high. “Adelbert doesn’t know how the bonds came to be either? Or why?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jasper shaking his head. “Not even Bertie. As you know, we were on the Alberad Caribbean Estate for our ten-year school reunion, then despite all the wards erected around the island, a group of human women inadvertently managed to sneak right up to us.”

I snicker quietly into my cup at that. He said “erected.”

Jasper pinches my waist lightly and playfully nips at my ear, clearly picking up on why I’m giggling, but continues giving Cole more information. “We spent all of last night in the estate library, scouring the books to see if anything can explain why we have to remain within a hundred yards of each other. Now, Bertie has gone back to the Black Forest with Florence—his bonded—trying to look through more comprehensive resources at the main library. He said he’ll call us if he finds a way to dissolve the bond.”

“And until then you’re stuck together?” Cole asks before taking a sip. I unconsciously copy the move, enjoying the balance of sweetness with a slight kick of ginger as the warm liquid passes my lips, having zero sexy thoughts about other warm liquids that can pass my lips.

“Yup. I swore to keep Natalie safe as long as she’s with me. Initially, Bertie told us not to touch until we got answers.”

“Let me guess, the two of you found that a little… hard?” Cole snorts and I giggle along with him. He’s not wrong.

“Natalie said she doesn’t mind touching.” Jasper squeezes my waist, emphasizing his statement, and I lean a little further into him.

“Did she now?” Cole’s question sounds like it’s aimed at Jasper, but his eyes stay firmly fixed on me.

I lift my chin a little and stare right back at Cole. “Yes, she did.”

I study his sharply pointed ears and the multiple piercings decorating it, his septum piercing I didn’t know I’d find attractive but suddenly really admire, then the tattoos starting at his throat, moving down his arms and covering almost every visible piece of skin up to his wrists. I wonder how far down his body they go.

“Are you comfortable there, Natalie?” Oh fuck, the way my name sounds when Cole says it has me squirming on Jasper’s lap, trying to squeeze away the pulse drumming in my clit.

Jasper snakes his hand higher and splays it over my stomach, the material of the sweater bunching under his wide palm. Placing his mouth next to my ear, his breath is hot against my skin as he chastises me in a low voice. “Naughty, naughty, Natalie. You can’t go squirming on my lap like that if you don’t want to wake the beast.”

I let out an embarrassing cackle. “The beast? Seriously?” I look to Cole to see if he’s reflecting my sentiment, but I only get the arch of a brow back.

“Keep squirming like that and you’ll find out,” Cole says. I pause and look over my shoulder at Jasper. The confident grin he gives me confirms he wasn’t really joking. It kind of makes me want to grind down and find out if he really is as big as I thought I imagined on the island.

“You still cold, Natalie?” Cole asks, gaze dipping down to my tits where my nipples are trying to punch holes through my bra.

I arch my back a little and watch as his throat works on a swallow. “I’m good, just my fucking feet that are cold. Trudging through snow in boots that aren’t really waterproof has turned my toes into little icicles.”

“Would you mind if I warmed them for you?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“I believe I asked if you minded if I did that. I’m perfectly capable of making my own choice in this regard.”

I bite my lip as my pussy basically gushes at his words. Bossy Cole is hot.

“Sure,” I answer in a voice smaller than I’m used to, my heart beating faster than the wings on a tiny creature. I’m usually the one taking control in situations, but Cole telling me what to do, and me following very willingly, is a whole new ball game. One I’m cautiously welcoming.

“Now you just get comfortable and lean back against Jasper while I take care of your feet. Sound good?”

My head nods of its own accord and I automatically sink into Jasper’s embrace.

When did I become so pliant? And with practical strangers?

Jasper hugs me closer to him and slips a digit under my sweater, trailing it lightly across my skin. Seeing no protests from me, he works his whole hand under my sweater and caresses my skin in gentle circles while Cole tracks each move and studies our faces. I cling to my mug like it’s the only thing still making sense in this version of heaven I’m currently in.

Seemingly satisfied that we’re staying put, Cole untangles his fingers from Jasper’s and places his mug on the table. Jasper uses his now-free hand and brushes my hair behind my ear before putting it under the blanket and resting it on my thigh. His touch seers my skin and my panties get damper with every second that passes. I don’t know how much more I can take before I’ll be dripping down my thighs.

Eyes fixed on me, Cole slowly folds the blanket back and gently lifts my feet into his lap. Jasper keeps up his sweet torturous caresses against my skin, tracing soothing patterns against my thigh with one hand, and with his other, slips his pinky underneath the band of my skirt. My breath stutters at the tenderness of the moment.

Sex, I can do. Fun. A good, fast fucking is what I like. Gentle caresses and sweet gestures are what I have trouble with, because they usually spell out feelings. But I’ve only just met these two and all three of us have insane chemistry. This is just leading to fucking, right?

Sensing my apprehension, Cole pauses his movements and looks at me with poorly disguised concern. “You okay there, Natalie?”

Jasper pauses too and leans around me to look at my face. “I know you said you liked your boundaries pushed, but if this is too much it all stops right now. No hard feelings.”

I look from one male to the other. Hard lines and soft. Short and tall. Dark and light. Yin and yang. Both patiently waiting for me to decide if I want to keep going.

I purposefully grind against Jasper, then wiggle my toes at Cole. Using my most sultry tone, I say, “Don’t stop now.”

Jasper lowers his forehead against my shoulder and a groan vibrates from somewhere deep inside him. “You heard the lady, Cole.” Skimming his lips against my ear, Jasper whispers, “I’m very well acquainted with Cole’s fingers. They’re magical. Wait until you see what else he’s hiding.”

I raise my eyebrows at Cole but he only smirks back as he pulls off both my socks. He starts massaging one foot, warm fingers digging into the arch, and a satisfied moan crawls up my throat and lands in the air between us.

My mug wobbles in my hand as sensations war through my body. Jasper, keeping a careful watch of all my reactions, notices and leans forward to take the cup from me and place it on the table—all while holding me firmly in his lap. When he sits back again, his hand is higher on my inner thigh than before, and I subtly part my legs to give him better access.

The only negative thing about my thick thighs is that it’s less easy for a hand to slip between them. On the other hand, they do make fantastic ear muffs—something I hope to prove to these males soon.

Underneath me, I feel the stirrings of a hardening cock and another breathy moan escapes from me when Cole blows warm air over my icy toes. I don’t know when I closed my eyes, but they fly open when Cole switches feet and repeats the same actions.

At this point, I know I’m dripping through my panties and even possibly onto Jasper’s pants. All of my own edging yesterday is culminating with these four hands on me right now.

Slowly, I start rocking my hips in tiny circular motions, grinding down on the incredibly hard cock underneath me. Jasper’s fingers dig into my skin as he wordlessly pulls me closer.

Dragging his nose up my neck, Jasper sends goose bumps skittering across my skin. “Feeling a little needy, Natalie?”

“You know I am.” I try to make my voice sound snappy, but my whimper following the last word gives away just how horny I am.

Cole tuts. “Can’t have that now, can we? I don’t want our guest to feel dissatisfied at any time. Want to tell us what you need, Natalie?”

“More,” I pant.

Jasper’s hands still on me as he gets some kind of signal from Cole. I try to squirm against him again, but those hands are strong and hold me firmly in place.

“Let’s try that again. Use your words, Natalie. Tell us exactly what you want.”

“Touch me. Please. I need to come. So bad.”

Seemingly on my side, Jasper adds, “Our darling Natalie was edging herself for a long time before we got here. I think we should help her out.”

All serious, Cole asks, “Are you aching, Natalie?”

“Yes.”

“Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“Can you show us how much?”

I nod.

“Words, Natalie. We need your words.”

“Check for yourselves,” I sass back.

“Jasper, can you help spread those beautiful thighs for us?”

“It will be my pleasure.”

Jasper throws the blanket off me and repositions me so that my back presses to his front, draping each of my legs over his thighs. He laces his fingers with mine, then bands his arms across my torso, rendering me immobile. Slowly, he widens his legs until mine are spread obscenely and my soaked underwear can no longer be hidden.

I don’t think I have been this turned on in my life.

The sound of two males simultaneously scenting the air, has my pussy clenching around nothing.

“Mmm, doesn’t she smell good, Jas?”

“So sweet. I bet she tastes even better.”

“Want to find out?” I pipe up, needing someone to touch me before I do it myself.

“You could ask nicely, Natalie. Ask Jasper to stick his fingers in that sweet cunt of yours so I can lick them clean. I want to see if you taste as good as you smell.”

Holy fuck. A shiver races down my spine at Cole’s filthy words and I arch instinctively against Jasper, grinding against the thick cock lodged against my ass.

“Please,” I breathe, incapable of more eloquent requests.

Jasper, being the merciful male that he is, lets go of my hands, patting me in a motion to let me know I’m not to move my arms. His hands skate down the outside of my legs before turning back, repeating the motion on the inside of my thighs. I watch as he skims over my tattoo band that circles my upper thigh, the tattoo we share almost blending seamlessly with its design.

My heart hammers inside my chest, but I know I’m not alone. Behind me, Jasper’s chest rises and falls in tandem with mine, and on the other side of the couch, Cole stares at us like it’s Christmas and we’re his shiny new toys.

“Oh, darling,” Jasper groans as his fingers meet some of the moisture that has made its way through my panties and onto my inner thighs. His fingers move over my tiny black thong and traces the seam of my pussy.

“Cole, these panties are ruined for us. They’re absolutely soaked through.”

“Better to take them off then. Natalie only deserves the best. Here, let me help.”

I look up as Cole comes to stand in front of us, focusing on my parted lips before meeting my eyes again. Silently, I nod at him, giving him permission to do whatever he wants with my body.

Cole sinks to his knees between my spread thighs and hooks his fingers in the sides of my thong, gently maneuvering it down my legs.

My breath hitches and a hot, reckless flutter takes flight deep in my stomach as Cole’s gaze zeroes in on Jasper’s finger spearing my soaked core. Jasper pulls it out and adds a second finger, pumping it in and out, as I mewl with need. The obscene sloppy sounds of my arousal fill the room, accompanied by my panting and the labored breathing coming from the males.

Hands still resting on my spread knees, Cole tells Jasper, “Taste her.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is so hot. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Jasper brings his fingers to his mouth and I move my head to the side to watch as he sucks them clean. His eyes roll back in his head and a moan rumbles out of him like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Sugar cookies,” Jasper says breathily with a dopey grin adoring his face.

“What?” I ask, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Let me taste,” Cole demands.

Doing something unexpected, Cole stands up and leans over me to kiss Jasper. He collars the much larger male, fingers digging into Jasper’s jaw as he holds his head still to devour his mouth. My pussy must be dripping onto the floor at this rate. This is just getting hotter and hotter.

As they kiss, Jasper’s fingers return to my cunt and pump in and out while grinding his palm against my clit.

Cole breaks the kiss and looks at me, lips wet and swollen from their hungry kisses. “Sugar cookies,” he confirms.

Then, he leans down and claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. There’s nothing shy or tentative about it. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I try to meet him stroke for stroke while my pussy tightens around Jasper’s fingers, now crooked inside of me and rubbing against the perfect spot. Cole’s fingers weave into my hair and he angles my head just where he wants me, demanding I surrender to him—to them. I grip Jasper’s arm while I fist Cole’s T-shirt with the other hand, drawing them both closer to me, wanting more and more and more.

With one hand still around Jasper’s throat, Cole speaks against my lips, but his words are for Jasper, “Make her come while I swallow her screams.”

“Yes, sir,” Jasper says. He instantly adds a third finger and I relish the stretch, rocking my hips into his hand as he plays my body like it’s his own.

Cole licks against my mouth and I open for him, and together our tongues duel in an ancient dance that was choreographed just for them. He swallows all my whimpers, my moans, and I feel myself giving more to these two males than just my pleasure.

My orgasm builds low in my spine, and my thighs tremble. Sensations light my veins on fire as the males drive me close to the edge.

“Come for us, Natalie. Now,” Cole demands, and his words shove me right over.

My eyes close and my breath is robbed from me as my orgasm crashes through my body like a ten-foot wave. My pussy squeezes around Jasper’s fingers, a gush of liquid following, and I scream. Cole takes all my sounds into his mouth as the two of them let me ride it out.

Slowly, they guide me back to the present, gently letting me settle into this realm where I just had my first taste of a threesome with two of the most handsome males I’ve ever met.

I’m in trouble, because nothing could possibly be as hot as this ever again.