Chapter 14

Fourteen

My eyes widen in surprise. I turn swiftly in Morg's lap, facing Torren again.

"Fuck!" He throws his head back, staring at the ceiling, and slows the movement of his hand to squeeze his shaft just below the broad head. "Stop saying things like that, Morg. She's a virgin, for fuck's sake. You can't?—"

He cuts himself off and groans, and Morg chuckles behind me. I don't know how he can be so relaxed when his hardness pulses underneath me. All this wicked talk is fanning the flames in my belly, too, and I'm wet again, embarrassingly so. I squeeze my thighs together to soothe the ache, but it doesn't help, not one bit.

Still, I want to prove to Torren that I can do this. That he doesn't need to treat me so gently just because I've never done this before. I want to learn everything they can teach me, and learn it well.

With trembling fingers, I reach for the laces on my dress. Torren's eyes are still closed, but Morg grows still behind me—only his breaths quicken in anticipation. I tug at the strings and loosen my neckline, then draw the dress off my shoulders, followed by my stays and undershirt. I sit on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist up.

"Torren," I whisper. "Will you look at me?"

He opens his eyes and finds my gaze again—and then he drops it to my chest, to my bare breasts. Tits, Morg called them, such a crude word. I cup both of them in my palms and lift them slightly. The nipples are still tender from Morg's teasing.

Torren's hips jerk forward, and he stares at me, his mouth open. Then he rasps, "Play with them for me."

I obey his order, pinching the pink tips between my fingers. Morg kisses my neck, my shoulder, his hands smoothing down my arms and hips, and I shiver uncontrollably, wanting more but unsure of how to ask for it.

Torren's movements speed up, and his hand flies over his cock, pausing every so often to squeeze his knot. His harsh breaths and the sound of his fist fill the room. His rhythm stutters and he lets out a guttural groan.

His cum explodes from him in a violent stream, splashing straight onto my chest. It's hot, and there's more of it. He strokes himself through his climax. What I saw dripping down his shaft earlier was nothing compared to this, and I stare, mouth open in delight. He pumps himself dry, marking me—and Morg, whose hands are tight on my belly.

I'm surprised he didn't move away. I glance over my shoulder at him to find his gaze burning with lust. He enjoyed this as much as I did, even if he might pretend after that he didn't.

"Fuck."

Torren sits heavily on the chair, his hand dropping to the side. It's sticky with cum, as is his cock, which remains hard, much to my surprise. I study the bulging knot at the bottom of the shaft—it's a little thicker than before. It makes sense for the cock to stay rigid, though, if the knot's purpose is to remain stuck inside.

"Here." Morg shuffles behind me, then hands me a wadded-up shirt to wipe myself.

I swipe Torren's cooling cum off my chest, shivering when the linen fabric rasps over my oversensitive breasts. Now that Torren has given us such a gift, trusting us to witness this, I wish I could find release again, but Morg is the only one who still hasn't gotten his, so I don't want to be too greedy.

I turn on the bed to find Morg lying on his back, his chest naked. I thought he might have picked up one of Torren's discarded shirts, but it seems he used his own. He's breathing hard, one hand on his waistband, though he's not doing anything to help himself like Torren did.

"Just give me a moment," he groans, his other arm thrown over his eyes.

I smile, then crawl up so I can reach his face. I press a quick kiss to his mouth. "So you enjoyed that as much as I did?"

He mumbles, "Aye. Who would have thought?"

Torren's low chuckle fills the room. "I enjoyed you watching me, if that helps."

Morg lets out another moan that goes straight to my core.

"Stop talking," he demands. "Or I'll embarrass myself right here."

Torren meets my gaze and inclines his head to the side. "Jasmine, would you like to help him with that?"

My heartbeat jumps at the suggestion. "Yes! Will you—will you tell me how?"

Torren leans forward, his elbows on his knees. He still hasn't pulled his pants up, and I suspect he might want another round as well, but he only says, "Take his cock out and see what feels good. Morg will tell you, won't he?"

I glance up to find Morg looking at us, his gaze switching between one and the other. He gives me a quick nod, color high in his cheeks, his short hair disheveled from where he ran his fingers through it.

"Please," is all he says, his voice guttural.

Slowly, I untie the laces on his pants and tug the flaps aside. His cock, hard and straining, is beautiful. I can't help but compare it to Torren's—while Torren's is thicker, Morg's is slightly longer. Now that it's right in front of me, I have my first twinge of worry over how this will fit inside me. While I'm not a small woman, the proportions are just…

"Don't worry, Jasmine," Torren purrs from behind me. He has moved to the bed and now puts his hand on my waist, anchoring me in place. "We'll make sure you're ready so you can take us. But not tonight. We don't want to hurt you, so we'll wait, even if it's the hardest thing."

I bite my lip and glance back at him. "I don't know if I want you to," I admit. "Wait, I mean. I just…" I squirm in place, conscious of the fact that I'm still naked from the waist up and very wet. "When I watched you…"

"You want to come again," Morg supplies, grinning. "You can say it. We'll always help you with that, don't worry."

I shake my head, half outraged but mostly just relieved that he understands so perfectly. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Nothing," Torren replies immediately. "You're perfect, and you want your mates. There is nothing wrong or shameful about that. I'm only glad we're here for you."

He gathers up my skirts and flips them up, exposing my ass. He glides one warm palm over my right cheek, down to where it meets the back of my thigh. I shiver at the sensation. I never knew I was so sensitive there, but Torren does it again, on the other side.

Then he stops and murmurs, "We mustn't keep poor Morg waiting. You take care of him, sweetheart, and I'll take care of you."

I tug on Morg's pants, and he helps me by quickly shimmying them off his legs. Then I kneel between his powerful thighs, and he opens them for me even more in a gesture of pure surrender. A sense of power surges through me at the sight—this magnificent orc is trusting me so completely.

I'm happy I watched Torren pleasure himself earlier, because I have a better idea of what to do now. Still, my fingers shake slightly as I wrap them around Morg's shaft for the first time.

His skin is hot but so unbelievably soft, yet he's firm underneath, with very little give when I squeeze him. Morg lets out an indecent moan and thrusts his hips slightly before he finds his control again.

"That's good," Torren encourages from behind. "See what he likes best."

He continues stroking up and down my ass, his fingers trailing patterns on my skin. I wish he'd touch me where I need him the most, so I spread my knees slightly, much like Morg did for me, hoping he'll understand.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous." Morg reaches down and palms my face with one hand. Then he looks past me to Torren. "Make her come again. I won't last long."

I run my fist up and down Morg's shaft, marveling at the fact that my thumb and middle finger barely meet around it. The head is broader, though, so I run my fingers right up to it, then swipe my thumb over the top. A bead of cum drips from it, so I lean in and lap it up with my tongue.

Both orcs groan at that, and I stop, embarrassment shooting through me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I didn't mean…"

I don't know how to finish the sentence. I did mean to do that, but I didn't ask, which I absolutely should have done.

"You can lick me anytime." Morg tangles his fingers in my hair and tugs my head back lightly. "You hear me? Anytime."

"Aye," Torren says, laughter in his voice. "No need to hold back on my account either."

I grin, relieved. "Oh, all right. I thought I did something wrong."

"If something feels good when we do it to you," Torren says, "chances are, we'll also love it."

As he speaks, he finally slips his hand between my legs, where I'm wet and needy. He spreads the moisture around my pearl and traces the calloused pad of his finger over the sensitive bud. I bow my back in pleasure, exposing myself to him. My hand twitches on Morg's cock, and he groans, thrusting his hips into my fist.

It's incredibly hard to focus on pleasuring Morg while Torren plays with me. I marshal all my thoughts, intent on delivering the same kind of pleasure to Morg as I'm experiencing myself. I explore his knot and lick up more of the cum from him. Then I remember how well I liked it earlier when Torren sucked my pearl between his lips, so I try that with the head of Morg's cock. I accidentally scrape my teeth over him, and he hisses, which tells me I need to be careful of that. But I take the head in my mouth and hollow out my cheeks on a long suck, and he shouts, his grip in my hair tightening.

"Beautiful," Torren mutters behind me. "Gods, you look beautiful sucking his cock like that. I wish you knew how unbelievable it is to have you here."

But I know, because I feel it, too, whether it's the magic of the mate bond or something else. I'm drowning in their scents, thighs shaking from urgency, and I want nothing more than to remain here forever, exchanging pleasure with them until we're too spent to stay awake.

Torren keeps up the steady pressure on my pearl, his fingers sliding around with how wet I am. He leans down to press a kiss to my ass, then runs the fingers of his other hand through the lips of my pussy, gathering up the moisture. I thrust my hips back, needing him inside, but he only chuckles, the evil orc.

"Not tonight," he murmurs, though his voice is strained.

I pop my mouth off Morg's cockhead for a moment to ask, "Tomorrow?"

My voice is needy, a high-pitched whine, but I don't care. Everything Torren is doing is so damn good, I can barely keep my thoughts in line.

"Aye, Jasmine, tomorrow," he promises me.

His fingers slip up to the tight ring of my ass, and I jerk in surprise. He soothes me with another heated kiss to my skin, but he doesn't remove the fingers. Still teasing my pearl with his other hand, he circles the clenched muscles slowly. I relax, and then he gently pushes the tip of one blunt finger inside me.

"Ah!" I moan around Morg's cock, closing my eyes.

I didn't expect this, any of this, but it feels so amazing to feel him there.

"You should see her," Torren rasps, and I know he's speaking to Morg. "She'll take us both when the time is right. Her ass is so damn tight, she won't be able to take a knot there, that much I know. But her pussy will, and that will feel incredible."

Morg's cock thickens impossibly in my hand, and he's thrusting his hips up subtly.

"Will you have us both, love?" he asks, tugging on my hair. "Will you let us fill you with our cocks?"

I grip his cock harder and breathe, "Yes."

Because I know it's true. They'll take such good care of me and show me everything I want to know.

From Morg's shallow breaths, I sense he's close, so I look up because I want to see his face as he comes. At that moment, he raises himself on his elbows as if he had the exact same thought, and our gazes collide.

It's the spark that lights the flames inside me. My eyes flare open. The wave of pleasure hits, and I bear down on Torren's hands instinctively. His finger slips deeper inside my ass before I clench up around it, and he manages to flick my clit just once more, sending me over the edge.

I scream, the sound choked by Morg's hard cock. Then he's coming, too, and a thick jet of his cum fills my mouth. I swallow it down, but when Torren strokes me somehow from the inside, I gasp, and the next stream of cum lands on my chin and chest, branding me.

Morg shakes beneath me, praising me with a broken, hoarse voice. "Your mouth feels like fucking magic," he groans, his head thrown back. "Gods, I wish I was buried in your pussy to feel you squeezing my knot."

That gives me the idea to do just that—so I wrap both hands around the bulge at the bottom of his shaft and give him a firm squeeze, and he shouts, another spurt of cum shooting from him.

"Good," Torren growls from behind me. "Take everything from him."

He's gentling his movements, bringing me back down from my high, so I do the same for Morg, massaging him with lighter touches until he's all spent.

Finally, Torren pulls his fingers from me, and I gasp at the loss of contact. I want to tell him he should remain right there, lodged inside me, but of course we must separate and clean up. We stumble to the bathroom alcove together and take turns washing at the sink. When Morg gently cleans off my face, my heart flutters against my ribs.

They're being so loving with me, so attentive to my needs. I thought my gown might be ruined after what we did, but it's just my undershirt that's dirty, so Torren strips it from me and washes it himself, then hangs it over the chair. That leaves me standing naked in front of them, so he gives me one of his shirts for bed.

Morg remains naked, stretching out on what seems to have become his side of the bed. "You could just sleep like this," he says, motioning at his perfect body. "I won't mind, and neither will Torren."

The older orc rolls his eyes at him, but his mouth tips up at the corners. "That might be a step for another night."

But I pause, considering Morg's suggestion. Then I quickly draw the shirt off before I can stop myself, fold it neatly, and set it on the writing desk. Then I hurry for the bed and burrow under the covers next to Morg.

He was lying on top of the blanket, but now he scoots underneath and immediately pulls me against his naked chest.

"Come on," he calls to Torren.

Torren blows out one lantern and turns the other one low, just like last night. I blink at the sudden loss of most of the light, and I can only make out the rough outline of Torren's form as he nears the bed. He stands still for a moment, then shucks his pants, drawing them quickly down his legs. He folds them and sets them aside, then climbs in beside us, completely naked.

"I could get used to this," Morg murmurs sleepily.

I giggle, because this is his still-hard cock nestled against my bare ass. I don't disagree, though. His warmth seeps into me, lulling me into sleep.

But I need something more.

Torren has remained on his side of the bed, as if he's worried about interrupting our cuddling. But I reach out to him under the covers and give his arm a tug. I can't make him move, because he's too heavy for that, but I can extend an invitation.

A moment passes, and then he scoots closer. His warm palm lands on my hip, and he strokes my skin, up and down, several times. Then he reaches past me, and I know he's holding on to Morg.

I hide my smile in the pillow, too happy and comfortable for words. This is how things are supposed to be, and I don't want anything to change that.