Chapter 17

Seventeen

I glance back at Morg, who takes my chin and kisses me, too, our tongues brushing together. It's enough to send the first spark of heat back into my belly, and I've now taken nearly all of him. With how my muscles softened after my orgasm, I've slipped all the way down to his knot, which is throbbing against my lower lips.

"I-I think so?" I squirm, getting used to the sensation of being so full. "I can try."

I bear down, trying to take the knot, and Morg shouts in surprise. His hands clench on my hips, and he holds me still.

"You'll have to come again," he pants through his teeth. "You won't be able to take me until you do."

"Oh."

I grip Torren's shoulder tight with one hand and drop my fingers to where Morg and I are joined. His knot is slick with his cum and my release, but he's right—I don't think I'd be able to slip him inside me like this. But if I was as pliant as I was just after my climax right now…maybe.

Torren looks from me to Morg and back. Then he grins, an expression both joyful and devious at the same time. "Lie back, sweetheart."

I let Morg drag me down with him. He nestles into the pillows, and I spread out on top of him, stretching my legs out. Torren kneels where he was before and stares down at my pussy. Or maybe he's also studying Morg's knot—but whatever he's focusing on is making him pant.

"I want nothing more than to come all over you," he growls. "But I want you to give me one more climax." He glances past my shoulder at Morg and adds, "Both of you."

"Oh, fuck." Morg's hands tighten on my hips. "Aye, we can do that."

He thrusts his hips upward, and the motion bounces me on top of him, spreading pleasure through me. I moan as he pinches my nipples and continues the slow, steady onslaught on my senses. Closing my eyes, I give myself over to them.

Then Torren licks my slippery pearl, and I let out a surprised shriek, bowing off Morg's chest. My eyes fly open, and I find Torren leaning over me—over us—his mouth fused to my pussy. He takes quick laps of my slickness, contrasting with Morg's measured thrusts.

But then he replaces his tongue with two fingers, massaging my pearl, and dips his tongue lower, to Morg's knot.

"Ah!"

Morg's rhythm stutters, and he plunges deeper inside me, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

Torren chuckles, the sound low and wicked, and asks, "All good?"

"Aye!" Morg wraps both arms around me, as if he needs to hold on to me through this. "Do it again."

Torren obliges, licking and squeezing Morg's knot while keeping steady pressure on my pearl. He takes complete control of our pleasure. Both Morg and I are panting, chasing our second release. I'm so close already, I'm trembling all over, and I think both orcs can sense it, because a new urgency grips them. Morg digs his heels into the mattress and rocks his hips up, slamming into me again and again, and Torren returns his lips to my pearl, sucking it hard.

The pleasure crests and breaks inside me, splintering into a thousand sparks that shoot through my entire body. The sensation starts deep in my core, shocking in its intensity. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, and I curl into myself, trying to hold it all in.

That only changes the angle of Morg's cock in my pussy, and another rush of pleasure follows, wiping my mind clean of all thoughts. Torren is there for me throughout, holding on. He rears up and shifts to move over me.

"You're so beautiful, Jasmine," he murmurs, kissing my temple. "You're doing so well. Now bear down, aye, like that, see if you can take his knot, sweetheart."

Morg has grown still behind me, his hands on my hips. He's not pushing me to take him but waiting for me, and I fall in love with him a little more in that moment, because he's not taking from me but asking me if I want it.

I breathe out, relaxing on top of him, and nod once. "I want to try."

The pressure between my legs increases, and then his knot slips inside me, a heavy, stretching weight. I let out a startled yelp, but there's no pain—I'd been expecting it, so its absence is just as surprising. There's only the most intense, incomprehensible feeling of fullness.

Morg's snarl is all the warning I get before he's coming inside me, his cock pulsing deep, so deep in my pussy. It triggers another climax, so strong I scream before I manage to slap a trembling palm over my mouth.

"Fuck, fuck," Morg chants behind me. "Oh gods, Jasmine."

He rolls us to the side and curls his large body around mine, his arms closed protectively over me. His hips snap forward, and though he can't really thrust with us locked together like this, the movement shifts something between us, and he comes again, shuddering behind me.

It's mind-blowing, the connection and the sensations that come with it. We're both panting by the time he stills, his knot lodged deep in my pussy. I understand now what Morg meant when he said their cum wouldn't be able to escape—the knot functions like a plug, preventing any of it from leaking out.

I'm so full of his essence, I know it would be slipping down my thighs if he dislodged himself.

A realization shoots through me at the thought—something I'd wanted to do but forgot completely.

I gasp, jerking in Morg's grip. "The tea!"

Morg tightens his grip on me. "You'll have to wait to have tea, love." He groans and throws one of his legs over mine. "Or maybe Torren can bring you some water in bed?"

I shake my head vehemently. "No, the tea, the special tea Ritta gave me." I push my hair back from my face to look Torren in the eyes. "The one that'll help me from getting pregnant."

Both orcs freeze, and a silence descends onto the room. It feels strange to be discussing this while Morg is still hard inside me, but I cannot wait another moment.

Torren collects himself first. "You'll be able to drink it in the morning. It will still work."

I relax against Morg again. "Oh. All right, then."

Morg nuzzles my neck from behind. "We likely should have talked about this before I pumped you full of my cum." He swipes his palm up and down my hip, caressing. "I'm sorry. I was too eager to get inside you."

I let out a small laugh. "I believe I was the one who jumped at the chance to have you fill me."

Torren is still watching me carefully. His throat bobs, then he asks, "You don't want children?"

My eyes widen in surprise. "I do. But I didn't want…" I pause, trying to find the right words. "We've only just met. And maybe that makes me selfish, but I wanted to enjoy getting to know you better for a while. Does that make sense? And besides, I only just found work with Mara, and Dawn already has a baby she needs to take care of…"

I trail off as Torren gently cups my face, tracing his thumb over my cheek. "You don't have to explain, sweetheart. I only wanted to know if it's a ‘not right now' or a ‘not ever' thing for you."

I soften under his touch. "I definitely want them some day. Perhaps in a year or two, I'll be able to take the time off work without upsetting Mara."

Morg's grip on my waist intensifies. "Mara would never be upset over you having a baby. She would support you in whatever you needed," he says, conviction firm in his voice. "And even if you had a baby, you could still work," he adds. "Whenever it happens, our children will have two fathers to take care of them."

I twist as much as I can to look him in the eyes. His gaze is warm, and he's completely serious. At that, I can't help but sniffle, touched beyond belief. I'd seen the king himself taking care of his child, but I didn't believe I could have a mate like that.

"All right," I whisper. "That sounds good."

Morg kisses my shoulder. "If you stay very still, I think I'll be able to slip out of you soon."

I resist the urge to be naughty and tease him a little more—but only because I want Torren to be inside me, too. The older orc has been so good, taking care of us, working our pleasure higher and higher, and now I want him to lose control like Morg did earlier.

So I let Morg pet and caress me softly until his knot dislodges from my pussy. His cock, still thick and proud, makes an obscene sound as he slips away, and Torren snarls at the sight of the slickness between my legs.

"I can go wash," I whisper, trying to close my knees.

But he rolls me to my back and stops me from leaving. "Your pussy should always be dripping like this," he rasps. Then he leans over me, his forehead touching mine. "Gods, Jasmine, you two ruin me. I never thought I could share a mate with another male, but seeing him fuck you so hard you were screaming with pleasure was the most erotic experience of my life."

I take his face in my hands and bring him closer for a kiss. "Good. Now I want you to fuck me, too, so he can see the same."

I glance at Morg, lying beside me on his side. His fist is already wrapped around his still-hard shaft, and I know he'll find another climax tonight.

Torren notches his cock at my pussy. "Are you sore at all?" he asks through gritted teeth.

I shake my head. "I promise to tell you if I want you to slow down. But I need you, Torren. You don't have to hold back anymore."

His lips part on a rough exhale, and then he's pushing inside me, his big cockhead parting my drenched lower lips. He's thicker than Morg, as I knew, but I don't have as much trouble taking him as I did Morg. I had Morg's knot inside me very recently, and I know it helped. Still, every inch of Torren's shaft stretches me so deliciously, I'm a panting, squirming mess by the time his knot nudges at the lips of my pussy.

"Oh, fuck." Torren's body trembles above mine. "Fuck!"

Morg laughs, the sound delighted and more than a little wicked. "Aye, I know. Hotter than the sun. Hold on, Torren, and you'll feel her squeezing your cock so well when she comes."

"Stop talking," Torren forces out through his teeth. "Or I won't be able to last."

I glance at Morg to find him grinning, his sharp teeth sinking into his lower lip. He's so handsome, my breath stalls for a moment, but I know he's planning something from the wicked gleam in his eyes.

Torren sets a steady rhythm that pounds me into the bed with every heavy thrust. My senses are already on edge, my legs trembling from a deep-seated knowledge that this male will ruin me. I'm almost afraid of how intense the climax will be if he's already got me feeling like this, like I would die if he ever left me. Every stroke of his thick cock drags over that delicious button deep in my pussy, and I cling to him in desperation, my nails digging into his back.

That only seems to spur him on. He fits his hand between us and quickens his pace, so his calloused fingertips slip and slide over my pearl with every thrust of his hips. I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed—I don't want to fall over the edge without him, and if I can just hold on a tiny bit longer…

"Open your eyes, Jasmine," Torren growls. "Look at me when you come. I want to see you, sweetheart."

I force myself to obey, and his feral expression all but sends me hurtling into my climax. He looks obsessed, lips peeled back in a snarl, focused on me, only on me, so much so that he doesn't see Morg inching closer…

"Ah!"

His entire body jerks, his rhythm stuttering. Morg grins from behind his back, one hand between Torren's legs.

"Fuck!" Torren glares over his shoulder at the younger orc. "Are you trying to kill me?"

I can't see exactly what Morg is doing, but his fingers brush over the spot where Torren and I are joined before his touch disappears again. He must be holding on to Torren's balls—or toying with his ass—and it's making my mate wild.

"Should I stop?" Morg purrs, fitting himself against Torren's back. "One word, Torren, and I'll stop touching you. I'll never touch you again if you don't want me to, and we'll share Jasmine without it. I can do that."

Torren's eyes go wide, and his mouth opens on a silent gasp. I put my hands on his chest, tracing the strong lines of his collarbones. He glances down at me, shock and desire meeting in his eyes.

"Don't stop," he rasps finally, throwing a frown at Morg. "Don't you fucking stop."

His next thrust is harder than before, nudging me up the bed. Torren grabs my hips with both hands to stop me from moving, then fucks me with deep, long strokes that reach the very end of me, incomparable in their intensity. Trembling at the edge of my release, I slide my hand down my belly and slip two fingers over my pearl, needing to be there with him.

Whatever Morg is doing, Torren is losing all control over it, and it's delicious. His big chest heaves with fast, panting breaths. He pounds into me, unrestrained. I'm so focused on him that I miss the telltale signs that my climax is near, and it surprises me, towing me under completely.

My fingers freeze on my pearl, and I come, letting out a breathless gasp. All the muscles in my body tense up in the most amazing way, then relax completely as bliss spreads through my limbs. Torren's thrusts have slowed, and he stares down at me, enjoying the squeezing of my inner muscles, but now he pushes gently forward, pressing in until I take his knot.

His mouth falls open, eyes flaring wide. I clench down instinctually, my pussy clamping around the new intrusion. Then he bows his back, curls over me, and comes, the strength of his release sending me into another peak. Pleasure feels different this time, slower and darker, stretching between us like honey.

From behind Torren's back, Morg smiles at me, pushing his sweaty short hair from his forehead. "Fuck, that was good. Torren, did it feel good to have your ass teased? You can do it to me next time we fuck."

I giggle, then cover my mouth with my palm. So that's what he'd been doing? From how amazing that felt when Torren did it to me, I assume Torren enjoyed it was well.

But he still hasn't said a word. He leans down to press a kiss to my lips, his tongue swiping over my lower lip. Then he looks me in the eyes as if to check that I'm all right. I give him a watery, tremulous smile—I'm still so full of feelings and sensations, I'm having trouble keeping back the tears. He brushes away a stray one that runs down my temple, then kisses me again, languid and unhurried.

Finally, he half turns to glare at Morg and barks, "Aye, you'll pay for that." Then he shakes his head and admits, "I cannot even describe it. The sensations were just so much more intense, and then you took my knot…"

He huffs out a breath, then gently maneuvers me so we both lie on our sides. Morg rises to turn down the lantern, then slips under the covers behind me. I'm still attached to Torren, but with Morg's hard cock nestled against my ass, I can't stop the delighted shiver that courses through my body.

"Gods," Torren groans. "If you keep squeezing me like that, we'll never detach."

I laugh, burying my face in his chest. "Oh, I can think of worse fates than that."