Chapter 25

Rose

T he rest of the afternoon went rather well, all things considered. Milo and Will had a backup plan in place just in case the market was too much for me, and we ended up heading back to Mariana to go on a little hike to see the red cliffs. Of course, I may or may not have napped after reaching the top, my head on Milo's lap as he stroked my hair and chatted with Will. But they didn't make me feel bad for it. Instead, they smiled at me when I woke up, and my apologies were silenced by Milo's lips.

The whole time, though, Will stayed close but never touched me. The discomfort I'd seen on him in Sweet Treats had melted away, but even as we sat on the smallish picnic blanket they'd brought up with us from Milo's boat, he kept his hands to himself. Then again, I didn't reach out to touch him, either. I wasn't sure how to close the distance between us or get over my fear of him—well, both of them—leaving me again. It was almost reflexive, at that point, to guard my heart.

But, Gods, did I want him to reach out.

Every shared glance, every time I caught him looking at me, the tension between us rose, and I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure how to approach this, let alone get over the nervousness bubbling in my belly. Meanwhile, he and Milo seemed to be completely at ease, with me and with each other. I envied them that. I wished I could just leap into this throuple thing with my eyes closed and arms wide, trusting that they would catch me as I fell.

What was worse, I knew they'd catch me. Nothing about my experiences with them—aside from Will leaving me—made me believe that they would hurt me, even unintentionally. They were good men. If I could just open up and run headlong into their arms, we'd all likely be much happier for it. But I couldn't. I held myself back even as I dreamed of having a future where the three of us went on dates, ate ice cream and sweets together, or picked out a movie to watch on the weekend.

So, for that, I was thankful for their patience. Gods knew I needed it, especially now that I was in over my head with all this Otherkind stuff… and failing at most of it.

After hiking back from the red cliffs, we returned to Milo's house. The delicate scent of burning candles mingled with the food set out on the kitchen table. Even from the front door, I could see Milo's favorites: fish and chips with tartar sauce, salad, mushy peas, and corn on the cob. There was also a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket on the counter. I turned to the selkie at my side, my eyes wide, and noticed his cheeks pinkening.

"Ah, I guess my mum decided to bring an early dinner over," he said, uncharacteristically flustered. "I told her we were going out today, but I didn't know she was going to do this. I suppose this explains why she messaged me asking when we were planning on heading back."

Will wandered over to look at the spread, then whistled low. "I gotta give it to your mom, all that looks fucking delicious."

"I'll make sure to relay that to her," Milo replied, standing a little taller.

I put my hand on Milo's arm to get his attention. "I'm going to change into something less constricting. I'll be right back."

"Alright, love." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

After a beaming smile up at him, I scurried off to the bedroom. Ever since my little freak out at the Autumn Market, I'd remained sensitive to the feel of my clothes, the skinny jeans and jacket just a little too tight for my liking. Though, as a human, I didn't mind it so much since that was a style I liked. As soon as I was in the room, I discarded what I was wearing in favor of a spaghetti-strapped sundress with nothing underneath, as even the idea of wearing a bra and underwear for a moment longer made me want to rage.

I returned to the dining room just as Milo was pouring wine into the last of the three glasses on the table. Neither he nor Will had sat down, but as I stepped close enough, Will pulled out my chair. Though he'd done it earlier, my cheeks heated as I took my seat, and then even more so when his fingertips accidentally brushed my back as he scooted me in. Thankfully, neither of them commented on this as they sat down—Will to my left and Milo across from us—and began to fill their plates.

Once I'd grabbed heaps of each dish, I dug right in, taking a page from the books of my merman and selkie. The excitement of trying more of Iris's cooking died down, however, as guilt rose once again to spoil the moment.

"I really am sorry about earlier," I said, putting my fork down to focus solely on Milo and Will. "I didn't realize how bad it would feel… or having a whole moment at seeing the GIFDIF dance."

"There's no need to apologize," said Will. "It's hard being reminded of what happened to Nora."

The way he winced, barely noticeable unless you knew what to look for, raked at my heart. There was a lot of guilt there for what his father had done to me, Vi, and the rest of Nora's citizens. Below that, though, I think there may have been a bit of his own pain, given all he'd lost as well. I wanted so badly to reach over and place a gentle hand on his arm, to comfort him and make sure he knew I didn't find him responsible for Joseph's actions. But I couldn't bring myself to, the gap between us still a gaping maw fraught with our long, complicated history.

"More than that," Milo added, nodding, likely not seeing the guilt in Will's expression, "being emotionally overwhelmed usually deteriorates whatever blocks we've put up to help with the sensory stuff. It's happened to all of us, which is why Will and I planned for it."

Will bobbed his head in agreement, his own guilt gone from his face. "The human world wasn't made for us, and since we can't show them our true selves, they can't accommodate us. So, we do what we can to work around it. All Otherkind homes and establishments have charms and spells woven into the walls, floors, and ceilings to dampen the background noise that humans don't usually register. Otherwise, I think we'd all lose our damn minds."

"We can try again another time," said Milo before taking another bite. "We don't have to rush trying to reacclimate you to the human world. In fact, it might be good to take it slowly until everything happening with Nora is finished and we can focus solely on that."

I took comfort in his words, the guilt over my freak-out lessening by degrees… but what did not lessen was the helplessness and frustration at the reminder that I hadn't dealt with Joseph Kelley. It felt like a pendulum blade slowly descending to kill all of us, and I couldn't free us from it. I shoved that aside. Now was not the time to think about such things, nor did I want to, not when I had two handsome men willing to spend time with a floundering dingbat like me.

The rest of our late lunch went spectacularly, and afterward, I shooed them off so I could do the dishes by myself. They both grumbled, but allowed it, walking off to change into more casual clothes as I set about my task.

"You know I have a dishwasher, right?" Milo teased, coming up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist several minutes later. I'd been so wrapped up in my task that I hadn't heard him approach.

"I know. But there's something comforting in doing something mundane like dishes," I replied. What I kept to myself, however, was the second part of that answer: It makes me feel useful, like I'm not taking advantage of you and your kindness… and it feels a little like being at home in Nora.

A pang of grief hit me again. How I missed being able to look out over the front garden with our beautiful sea bell tree and meticulously cared for flower beds while I cleaned up after breakfast. In the spring, the whole tree would blossom, lighting up our yard with white flowers flowing down the lengths of the tree's willow-like branches while the flowers my aunt loved brought color to the space. The view I had now was a patch of evergreens. Beautiful, but it wasn't home, not yet.

"I understand. It's been a trying day for you, despite our best efforts," he replied solemnly. "Speaking of, though, I couldn't help but notice how you were looking at our merman, my love."

I went a little stiff in his arms. "And how do you think I was looking at him?" I queried, trying to be casual as I fished around for any remaining dishes in the soapy water. When I found none, I squeezed out the sponge before letting the water out of the sink and moved over to rinse the last of the dishes.

"With longing," he said, a whisper. "You want him but aren't sure how to reach out."

Oh, damn. Was I so transparent?

"And how do you know this is how I was feeling?" I asked loftily, lifting a handful of silverware up to the flowing water.

"Because I've seen it in how you used to look at me before we were first intimate." He pressed a kiss to my rapidly reddening cheeks. "And I know you. I know you're so afraid of making the wrong move or fucking things up that you don't move at all. But I promise you, there's very little you could do here that could fuck this up."

I let out a shaky breath. The man knew me too well. "I'm afraid this isn't real. That you're going to see me touch him then decide that you hate it and I'd lose both of you. And"—I steeled myself to open up to him—"I don't know how to make the first move. I don't know how to bridge the gap between us."

"Would you like me to help guide you?" He asked it so earnestly that I couldn't help but soften, even if it spiked my anxiety.

"What does that mean?" I asked cautiously.

"It means, I can help be your bridge. I know the history between you two is difficult, and neither of you know how to be in a poly relationship, but I do. I can help ease the tension and bring you together if you're amenable."

"You think it could work?" I whispered, rinsing off the last plate and setting it in the drying rack.

"I know it will work." Confidence laced his words. I wanted so badly to believe him. "I've done this a few times before in the past, with other lovers who were new to being in a polyamorous relationship, and it worked out quite well."

I took a moment to consider his proposal. The idea of having someone guide me brought an untold amount of comfort. Rules, guidelines, a clear path… I needed those things to navigate my life in a way that made me feel safe. But there was a nagging bit of anxiety gnawing at me about the whole thing, aside from having to figure out how to be with two men, not just one.

"And you're sure you're not going to be jealous?" I asked, unsure all over again. "Or won't resent having to play coach?"

"I assure you, my sweet, I could never resent helping you get comfortable with all this. And it's not jealousy I feel at the thought of easing the way between you and our merman."

"Then what do you feel?"

I was stalling for time. I think we both knew I was, but he answered anyway, his voice going a little husky. "Happiness, first and foremost. I've been waiting for this my whole life, and having my mates fills me with such joy. But I won't lie and say there isn't desire as well. The idea of the two of you together—kissing, touching… fucking…" The way his voice lowered, the feel of his breath upon my ear, had me clenching my thighs together. "It makes me so hard I can't think."

To punctuate his point, he pressed his hips forward, allowing me to feel exactly how hard he was. A shiver marched up my spine, that first frisson of heat spearing through me. "You'd want to watch?"

"And participate, if possible. What better thing than to watch the two people who were destined for you make each other feel good? Make you feel good?" He let out a low rumble that vibrated from his chest to my back.

The thought of him and Will together intrigued me. What would it be like to see them kiss and touch… and fuck? Heat curled in my belly, a different kind of tension ramping up within me.

But we weren't talking about that, and I needed to get back to the topic at hand before I forgot about it completely and climbed him like a tree. I cleared my throat. "You—You really wouldn't mind stepping in to guide me?"

"Not at all, love. I want you to be comfortable and feel safe," he replied.

I finished putting the last dish in the drying rack and shut off the water before reaching over to grab the kitchen towel to dry my hands. "Well, if it's not too much of a burden to you—"

"I swear it won't be." He was resolute in this.

"—then I wouldn't mind the help," I finished, even though I was scared about what this would mean.

"You trust me?"

"With my life," I vowed.

He squeezed me a little, a happy purr coming from deep within him, and I couldn't help but smile. Gods, I loved him.

"Then I'm going to need you to trust me right now," he whispered.

I didn't get a chance to ask him what he meant as he plucked the towel from my hand, throwing it haphazardly onto the counter. He spun us around so that we faced Will, who was perched on the back of the couch watching us, shirtless once again. His hands were braced on either side of his hips while his legs were crossed at the ankle. He was the picture of ease… even as his heart sped up, the sound of it reaching my ears and surprising me.

My own heart leapt into my throat at the sight of him, likely listening for Gods knew how long. Milo unwrapped his arms from around me, settling his hands onto my shoulders instead. Then he leaned down so his mouth was level with my ear again.

"Go to him, sweetheart. Touch him like I know you need to," Milo encouraged, then gently pushed me toward our copper-haired merman.

My feet led me forward slowly, each step unsure. Will uncrossed his legs, spreading them wide enough for me to stand between before stretching one hand toward me, inviting me closer. That tugging in my chest—what I could now infer was our fledgling mate bond—led me forward, getting stronger with each step until all it would take to have his skin against mine was reaching out my hand. Even as I wanted to be close to him, to touch and feel him as my soul desperately craved, I hesitated for a moment. One glance up at his face, however—at the need in his eyes—and I knew I could deny him nothing.

Gently, slowly, I placed my hand in his.

An instant thrill of rightness filled me at the feel of his skin. It sank into me, seeped into my very soul, rejoicing. My breath caught as I looked at our hands, how perfectly his fingers laced with mine.

I couldn't help but lift his hand to my face, to nuzzle him and take in his summer ocean breeze scent, a scent all for me. My eyes slipped shut, tears welling up. I missed this. Oh, fuck, did I miss this.

His other arm snaked around me to pull me closer, until I was chest to chest with him, and he cupped my cheek, guiding me to look up at him. His eyes were swirling and storming, the vivid turquoise of his irises darkening. He didn't speak with his mouth, but his words echoed in my head, warm and full of adoration.

I've missed this, too, Rose, Will said, reverently. I've waited so long to have this again.

He brushed his lips against mine, delicately, feather-like, as if he were afraid of how I'd react or if I'd flee. I couldn't help but soften for him, melting in his arms before surging upward to kiss him fully, to show him all the things I felt for him even if I couldn't speak them aloud. I gave to him all my love, my longing, my desire for him, my fingers threading through his hair to keep him close.

What he gave back to me was desperation.

Fervor.

With a swipe of his tongue across the seam of my lips, Will deepened the kiss, sparking within me an inferno of desire that had long awaited this moment. My breath quickened, one hand tugging at his copper tresses while the other sought to feel more of his body, to have more contact with him. His cock grew hard against my belly, straining against his jeans, and I mewled into his mouth, wanting more.

Will moved his hand from my cheek to cup the back of my head, lacing his fingers into my hair as his mouth left mine. He kissed a heated trail from my jaw down to my neck, and my nipples tightened into taut peaks that pressed into his chest. Gods, he felt so fucking good. His hands knew exactly where and how to touch and caress me. Everything in me was already a molten inferno ready to erupt, and the man hadn't even touched me anywhere intimate yet!

The nip of his teeth on my neck, a hand tugging down the thin strap of my dress to bare my breast to him before pinching my nipple, was enough to make me whimper. Will's other hand tightened in my hair, angling my head where he wanted, so he could access my throat. His teeth scraped against my skin, and all I could do was run my hands along the muscles of his chest, lost in him and the moment…

Until a heated rumble filled the space between my and Will's panted breaths.

I flinched out of shock, but Will held me fast… even invited Milo to come closer by pulling him flush against my back. With both my mates touching me at the same time, arcs of energy flowed through me, but the energy had changed. Rather than the chaos—the unsettledness it had had before—now it was hot, as if both Will and Milo were pouring their lust and desire into me.

"Gods, you two look so good together," Milo rumbled, one of his hands gripping my hip while the other slid up Will's thigh.

That little action, seeing Milo so casually touching Will, set me afire, and I had to suppress a whimper, especially when I felt the hard bar of my selkie's cock against my back.

"We have such a beautiful, good girl for a mate," Will agreed, pinching my nipple again before moving his mouth back up to give me a kiss hot enough I thought I'd ignite and set the three of us ablaze. When he spoke again, it was a whisper against my lips. "I love feeling your lips against mine, gorgeous girl."

"Have you ever had the pleasure of our girl's lips wrapped around your cock, Will?" asked Milo, his voice a little deeper than before.

I swung my head to look back at him, gasping as I did so. How easily he spoke of intimacy and sex! I couldn't contain my shock, my cheeks burning, especially when Will answered him just as nonchalantly.

"No, I have not," he replied, lifting his hand to turn my face back toward him. His thumb traced the outline of my lips, his eyes fastened to them, as I tried to remember to breathe. "Though, I admit I have thought of it often."

Milo leaned down, pushing the other strap of my dress out of the way to kiss my bare collarbone and cup the other breast he'd just bared. I shivered at the touch, a burst of pleasure pushing through my nervousness.

"She has the most talented mouth I've ever had," he crooned softly. "Took me all the way into her throat and drank me down like she was made to do so."

Will groaned, his pupils dilating. "Is that right?" he asked, pressing his thumb into my mouth. "Were you made to take cock here, too? I know your cunt certainly was."

I swirled my tongue around his thumb before giving it a suck without thinking. Milo's lips kissed up to my ear to whisper, "What do you think, sweetheart? Want to show our merman how perfect your mouth is?"

A whimper escaped my throat, my pussy clenching around nothing. Words were simply impossible to form, but Milo didn't tease me for it.

Instead, he purred, "Then why don't we take this to the bedroom where we can have more privacy, hmm?"

There wasn't time to register what he was saying or implying. He simply stepped back, giving Will the space to scoop me up. I gasped, my arms and legs wrapping around Will out of instinct. He carried me down the hallway, toward the bedroom Milo and I were sharing, his face mere inches from mine.

Are we doing this? I asked myself. Are we really doing this? Am I about to have both of them? I don't know how…

We've got you, said Will, his tone firm but gentle. All you have to do is listen and feel. And if something doesn't feel right, or you're uncomfortable, all you need to do is tell us.

Now we were in the bedroom, and Will walked us right over to the bed and deposited me onto it, my back flat against the soft covers. He kissed me again, grinding his cock into my sex until I cried out against his lips. He made his way down once more to my neck but went lower this time. When he was parallel to my breasts, he sucked one into his mouth— hard —before catching my eyes again.

"If you feel like you can't tell us to stop, say the word, ‘red,' and we'll stop. If you're unsure and want us to slow down, you can say, ‘yellow,' and if you're happy to continue, you can say, ‘green." The tip of his tongue flicked against the peak of my nipple before he finished his thought in my mind. I've spent months trying to figure out the best way to help you communicate with us in a way that will be easier for you. You can use these words outside the bedroom, as well. They don't need to just be for sex.

My heart fluttered in my chest, his consideration for my emotional difficulties hitting me in the best way. I pulled him back up to me to kiss him again, my thighs squeezing his hips.

Thank you, Will. Thank you so, so much, I whispered back to him.

I love you, Rose. I want you to be happy… we want you to be happy, he replied, then said aloud, "How are you feeling right now, sweetheart? Red, yellow, or green?"

"Green," I said, without having to think about it. I wanted this. I needed this. As I looked up at the gorgeous merman atop of me, an uncharacteristic bit of boldness came over me. I blurted out the words in my mind before I could talk myself out of saying them. "But I want to see you… all of you… both of you."

Will's eyes widened in surprise for just a moment before he grinned. "You don't have to ask me twice."

He stood up and stepped back so he could peel his jeans off. I sat up for a better view, my cheeks heating when I saw the dark, wet spot on the front of his pants, likely from when he'd been grinding against me. But I couldn't stay embarrassed for long, not when I had the absolute best view in the world of the most beautiful merman and selkie pulling their clothes off for me.

My attention bounced between them, not wanting to miss a single moment of this. Milo pulled his shirt over his head, while at the same time, Will unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He slid them down his hips, freeing his cock for me to ogle, before pulling them off completely. Milo, his socks now off, did the same, discarding his pants in a heap somewhere close to the closet door, leaving him bare to my eyes. They were beautiful, my mates. So freaking beautiful.

It took everything in me not to slip my hand between my legs at the sight of them, to rub my swollen, wet pussy to relieve the ache there. My eyes traced over every swell of their muscles, the jutting hardness of their cocks, the power that flowed off them. I had to squeeze my thighs together.

"Rose, respectfully," said Milo, his voice deep, "if you do not take that dress off, I will rip it off you."

"Oh, right…" I whispered, getting back to my feet. My legs were weak, shaking from all the blood going to my pussy, but I managed to stay upright long enough to whip my dress off and fling it toward the closet as well. The way their eyes devoured me just as I had them had me getting slicker, readying for whatever they wished to do to me.

Their restraint was much less than mine, and they closed the distance between us, Will to my front and Milo at my side. Milo's lips captured mine in a kiss so fierce I thought I would ignite right then and there. Will, meanwhile, went straight to nipping at my neck, one hand on my breast while the other delved between my legs to stroke my clit.

"I can't wait to spoil this tight cunt of yours," Will groaned against my neck. Then he whispered inside my mind, I have dreamed of this moment since before we were intimate the first time, of when I could have you without restraint, without worry. I'm a lucky fucking man.

I wanted to respond to him, to assure him I felt the same, but his fingers reached my sopping wet entrance and slipped into me, deftly massaging the sensitive spot just inside. My head tipped back, my lips torn from Milo's, as I moaned. I reached out, gripping my lovers where my hands could find purchase so I wouldn't fall.

"Why don't we reward our sweet girl for being so brave today with her feelings?" Milo suggested to Will, moving around behind me again.

The heat of him, the prodding of his cock against my back, had me rocking my hips, seeking more from Will's fingers within me. They were set at too leisurely a pace for what I needed. A low, plaintive whine escaped my throat, conveying a desperation that had Will straightening so he could look me in the eyes.

"She should be rewarded, I agree," he replied before focusing on me. "Do you want to come, pretty girl?"

"Please? Yes? Green?" I blurted out, not sure which word would make this go faster. Already, I was on the verge of total combustion, needing that release he'd built within me with kisses alone.

"Then an orgasm you shall receive," he whispered, a pleased smile on his luscious lips.

Almost in tandem, both Will and Milo went to their knees, and I gasped at the suddenness of it. They didn't give me a chance to adjust or anticipate what they'd do next. Will lifted one of my legs to hook over his shoulder, all the while never pulling his fingers from my pussy. My merman dove right in, his lips and tongue finding my clit to give it the love it needed, and I cried out in delicious pleasure.

What Milo did, however, shocked me into a strangled cry. He added a finger to my pussy, while at the same time grabbing my ass cheek, his tongue finding the pucker of my asshole with unerring precision. The tip of his tongue circled the rim before pushing inside me a little. The intrusion was foreign to me, and I squealed, unused to anything or anyone touching me there. He pulled back.

"Red?" he asked, moving his finger opposite of Will, pulling it out as my merman plunged it back in.

It was almost impossible to answer him with Will continuing his pleasurable onslaught, but I managed to squeak out, "G-Green," before I lost my words completely. He rewarded me with a nip on my ass cheek before getting back to it.

If I'd thought I was a dripping mess before, it didn't compare to what I was in those moments. The wet, sloppy sounds of their tongues and fingers fucking me—the sinful, profane noises spilling from my lips—were verging on obscene. And I didn't care. The pleasure, the bliss of what they were doing to me, was so much more important, and the fact it was both of my men ramped up the orgasm building within me to levels I'd never thought possible.

I couldn't focus. The sensations were too much. The licking, the sucking, the movement of their fingers in my pussy… My only coherent thought was that I was never going to be the same again. My hands, desperate to hold onto something, slipped into their hair.

Then I shattered, the force of my orgasm nearly bowling me over. Had it not been for their free hands holding me upright, I surely would have collapsed. My hands tightened into fists in their hair as I screamed a litany of, "I love you! I love you! I love you!" over and over until my words failed me and all I could do was moan and feel, my body shivering as I partially changed..

Those four amazing, wonderful, delightful hands guided me down onto Milo's lap, my legs wide on the outside of his and his cock jutting out between us. My selkie held me as I shook, his arms steel bands around my body. I turned my head to kiss him, to thank him with my lips for the pleasure he'd given me.

But my attention was brought back to my merman as he slid one palm up my thigh. My gaze moved, though, to his other hand, which had grasped Milo's cock and begun to stroke. Milo stiffened behind me, moaning a deep but quiet moan against my collarbone.

"Are you ready for more?" asked Will, his hand not ceasing its movement as a pearly bead of precum seeped from the tip of Milo's cock.

"G–Green," I whispered, enraptured at what he was doing.

"Good," he replied, his voice low, "because I want to see your cunt stuffed full of his cock, and I'm desperate to feel your mouth around mine."

The mewl that left me was just this side of pathetic, but I couldn't make myself care, not when Will captured my lips with his own again. He mastered me, bent me to his will, reminded me with lips and tongue and teeth that I was his girl and always had been. While his hand still stroked Milo's cock, our selkie spread my legs a little further, then lifted me so I hovered just over his hard length. He didn't enter me, not yet. My merman pulled away with one last, drugging nip to my bottom lip.

Will's eyes fastened on where Milo's straining erection was notched at my entrance, his pupils dilating until there was hardly any blue left at all. My weeping slit dripped wetness, coating the cock beneath it. Will watched, enraptured, as our selkie guided me downward. My pussy stretched over Milo's fat cockhead then, torturously slowly, down the length of his cock. I could hardly breathe as the aching emptiness between my legs was filled exactly where I needed it, where I was desperate for it.

My legs shook, and my head fell back onto Milo's shoulder. So good. It felt so, so fucking good. A well-skilled set of fingers could have set me off again, had either of them decided to touch my clit, but they didn't. Instead, Milo guided me forward from my position on his lap until I was on my hands and knees in front of him, his cock never slipping from me. My new position put my face level with Will's erection, and as my eyes beheld the jutting length, I realized I needed it in my mouth. Needed it.

He didn't need to ask or beg or plead for me to touch him. Any hesitation I'd felt at having both of them had long since fled. All I could think about was making him feel as good as he'd made me feel. I reached for his cock, eager to have it in my mouth, and wrapped my fingers around it so I could angle it where I wanted it.

He, too, had precum glittering from his tip, and I licked it up with a sweep of my tongue, eliciting a swift intake of breath from my Will. I didn't have it in me to tease him, to draw out his pleasure, so I took him into my mouth—just the tip at first, to test how he felt and the angle. But it didn't take long for me to take him all the way in to my throat, turning that intake of breath into a full-on moan.

My head bobbed, but I couldn't move as much as I wanted to in this position with one hand holding me upright, especially not when Milo had grabbed my hips to stroke and pet me, rumbling his approval as he thrust into me shallowly. But I was trying! A frustrated growl came out of me when I was forced to release Will's cock with my hand so I could balance better.

Will pulled his hips back until he was out of my mouth completely, and I looked up at him, betrayed. He petted my cheek.

"Do you trust me, pretty girl?" he asked.

"Yes." With my life.

Gods, I wanted to bottle the heated, worshipful look on his face and save it for when my anxiety and fear made my brain hateful.

"Good, because I'm going to fuck your face," he replied, and I couldn't help but whimper at the thought.

"If you need him to stop, tap him on the leg, and he'll stop," added Milo, mistaking my sound for fear.

"Please?" I begged, wanting to make him feel good… needing to.

"Open your mouth, Rose, and I'll give you everything you want," Will promised, the heat in his eyes scorching me.

I readily opened my mouth for him, and he wasted no time in sliding himself back inside. My eyes locked with his as he laid a hand on my cheek. His pace was slow at first, a leisurely slide in, testing how far I could take him before bottoming out in my throat, then pulling back, giving me a chance to breathe. Will took his time learning my limits, leaving me dripping, aching, wanting. Desperate to see the pleasure on his face.

So focused was I on my task, I nearly forgot about Milo until he resumed thrusting gently into me. My cunt clenched on him, and he paused his movement, moaning. He stayed there, shuddering, his hands smoothing over the scales at my sides.

When Milo did resume moving, after what felt like an eternity, he matched pace with Will. Slow, deliberate, making sure I was adjusting to everything well. But I was an impatient creature. I wanted more. Pressing backward, whining around Will's girth, I tried to signal my need for more. When I tried it a second time, however, Milo caught my hips and held me still, chuckling.

"Alright, love. We'll stop playing around," he said, patting my ass.

He made good on his word immediately, as did Will. Their thrusts picked up momentum, hard and steady within me until all I could do was moan and feel. I loved this. I loved this so much. I never wanted it to stop, especially as another orgasm built within me.

"Oh, good girl," Will praised, his eyes fluttering closed. "Good fucking girl."

I moaned around his cock, clenching down hard on Milo as he pounded between my legs, his pace stuttering when I did so.

"Oh, shit," Milo groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough I knew they'd be bruised when this was all over.

"Did you know?" Will asked breathlessly. "Our girl loves praise. It makes her come so hard she sees stars." He pulled his cock from between my lips, reaching down to cup my chin to angle my face up toward him. "Isn't that right, pretty girl? Don't you love being told how perfectly amazing you are? And how perfect your cunt is? You're such a good girl."

I cried out, his words going straight to my pussy so I clamped down hard on Milo. Will released my chin, satisfied, and fed his cock into my mouth once more, moaning when I took him all the way into my throat again.

"Rose is the best fucking girl," Milo ground out, trying this out for himself. "Gods, we were blessed with the perfect mate. She takes our cocks so fucking well."

Had it been any other time, I might've tried to deny it. I wasn't perfect or a good mate or good at anything. I was stupid little Rose who did nothing but fail at everything she tried to do. But I couldn't, not now. Not with how it soothed the anxious ball of tension in my belly or how it silenced the voice in my head that screamed I was doing everything wrong and that they didn't actually want me. How could I think that when proof to the contrary was in their words… and stuffing my mouth and pussy?

I lost myself in them, in the way they used my body and brought me pleasure. I reveled in the feeling of their cocks sliding in and out of me as if I were made specifically for this. My body was made to take them, in any hole they wanted. Mouth, cunt, ass… I was their custom-made vessel for pleasure, just as they were built especially to fill me. If I could have lived forever in that moment, connected to them, I would have. This was simple. This was good.

This was perfect .

My boys leaned forward, their angles changing, and the sloppy sound of their mouths meeting in a kiss I could only imagine was uninhibited and wild drove me fucking wild. The picture of this in my mind, the glorious beauty of my merman and selkie making out as they pounded me sent me hurtling toward yet another orgasm. I only wished I could have seen it for myself.

Will's thrusts became a little erratic, a little quicker, and I knew he was close. Reaching up, I wrapped a hand around his ass, letting my claws prick his skin, and it was enough to tip him fully over the edge. He pressed himself as far down my throat as he could, and I drank him down, swallowing every ounce of cum he gave me one gulp at a time.

Utterly spent, Will withdrew from my mouth, looking down at me in awe… in adoration… in love. He shifted position, sitting down on the carpet, his eyes never leaving me as Milo continued to pound my pussy. When I dropped my head, crying out, he reached down to bring my gaze back up to his, his big hand cupping my cheek.

"I want to watch your face as he fucks you, pretty girl," he said, a little out of breath. "I want to see how good he makes you feel, and how beautiful you are when he makes you come all over his dick one more time. Now, be a good girl and reach between your legs and stroke that needy little clit for me."

Holy fuck did that make me go wild. I fell down to one elbow so I could do as I'd been told, my fingers finding my clit easily. I pushed back against my selkie as he surged forward, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Rose, you make me fucking feral for you," said Beastie, his much-lower voice giving him away.

His hands, now claw-tipped, gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him, controlling the pace and how hard his body met mine. Human-me would've broken, my bones shattered, with how hard he took me, but siren-me loved it. I moaned and whimpered and mewled for the man fucking me—all the while, my merman kept his eyes locked with mine, his hand on my cheek.

My orgasm hit me out of nowhere, knocking the breath out of me and making my whole body lock up. I couldn't move; I couldn't breathe. All I could do was feel as pleasure crashed over me again and again.

Milo soon joined me in ecstasy, his cock spending seed deep inside my pussy, his deepened voice moaning. He bent down, curving his body along mine as he gripped his own knot with his fist, his forehead in the center of my back as he panted and groaned. His other hand, Will took into his own, supporting him through his orgasm.

I whined, the greedy little goblin in me sad that I was denied his knot, even as I nearly fell face first into Will's lap. Milo chuckled, kissing my back. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll knot your sweet cunt next time, I promise."

He slipped out of me as he righted himself, his cum dripping from me. I whimpered at the loss, at the emptiness between my legs. Milo simply ran his hand over my back before giving my ass a pat one last time.

Will, for his part, leaned down and kissed me on the top of my head. "You did so fucking good, pretty girl. I'm so proud of you for opening yourself up to us… to this."

When I found my words, they were far-off, almost dreamy with how tired I was. "I love you."

"We love you, too," he replied, petting my hair.

After Milo grabbed a washcloth to clean up the mess he'd made of my pussy, they moved my boneless body up to the bed, then laid me on my side. The boys took their own places, Will to my front and Milo behind me. Will wedged his thigh between mine to be that much closer to me, and Milo, bless the man, pulled his pelt over the three of us, enveloping us in the scent of warm cinnamon and the sea.

For the first time in my life, the deepest part of me settled. The dark, twisting ball of nerves that ruled my life and informed all my decisions calmed and quieted, allowing peace to blanket me. And as my eyes fluttered closed, the sound of my mates' heartbeats in my ears, I let myself sink into them, trust in them—because, for the first time, I truly felt like I was home.

Like I was whole.