31. Aurelia

Chapter 31

Aurelia

I t feels so fucking good to be pressed against Scythe so intimately. So instead of answering him, I moan, "Say my name again."

Smack

I cry out. The sting surprises me, but it's his hand on my bare ass. His skin touching mine and my clit jostling into his leg. I revel in the sensation he caused. I want more.

But it's Lyle's finger that strokes over my thong, right across my asshole and across my wet, wet pussy lips. I moan loudly, gripping Scythe's thigh and rubbing myself against him again.

Smack

I moan at the sharp contact of Scythe again. "If you want more," he rasps, "you'll need to give me what I want."

"Please," I pant. "Oh Goddess, I need it."

"So needy," Savage teases. " Beg , regina."

"Please," I say again, but it's a whine. "Someone, anyone, give me a cock. Fill me up. I want your cum. All of it. I need it so badly or I'm going to die."

There's a beat of silence before Lyle roughly tugs off my thong, his warm hands sliding down my hips and thighs. Scythe's hand soothes my ass, before grazing a pinky over my bare pussy.

I hiss, arching my back and swearing loudly.

"Tell me where you belong," Scythe rasps, "or we leave and you get nothing."

I gasp in very real horror. "No!"

"Yes," Scythe says, his hand stroking down the back of my thigh. "You know I mean what I say."

"Your pussy is so pretty, regina," Savage says breathlessly. "So pretty when it's ready like this."

Oh gods, they're going to kill me. Violent need courses through every limb. I writhe and pant, one part of my brain amused at this entirely new facet of myself but also entirely unable to halt it.

"Alright," I say shakily. "I-I belong on a-a throne, with five cocks filling me up." It gives me a thrill to hear myself say it, and the rush makes me tremble with anticipation.

"Are you shaking, regina?" The backs of Lyle's fingers stroke lovingly down my cheek. "Do you want our cum that badly?"

"How many times do I have to fucking say it?" I growl.

Smack .

I moan loudly again, the pain not even registering when I want their skin on mine this badly.

Scythe's hand soothes my ass, before he rubs his fingers down my sex. I cry out, gripping his calf, digging my fingers in.

"Please!" I beg.

"So wet, regina," Scythe murmurs, before plunging two fingers into my pussy.

I scream, coming instantly, shaking against him as my pussy floods with release. I buck against Scythe, fucking his fingers because I need to feel him and have him, and if his fingers are all he's giving me, then I'm fucking taking that for all it's worth.

"Fuck!" Savage groans.

I don't even care what I look like as I find my pleasure, writhing on Scythe's lap. But Savage can't take it anymore, because suddenly, I'm wrenched away from Scythe, flying through the air again, strong arms wrapped around me, a growl tearing through the air and something about "completely wasting his turn". I'm all but tossed onto the floor on my back with Savage, roughly shoving my legs apart and impaling me on his thick, erect cock.

We both cry out and my back bows completely off the black hardwood floor as Savage puts his teeth around my jugular and fucks me, hard and fast.

It's exactly what I want and I'm loud in declaring it so.

I cling onto him, digging my fingernails into the hard muscle of his back as the sound of him slapping into my gushing body makes my eyes roll upwards. It's then that Savage grabs me around the waist and rolls me on top of him.

"Let him see," Savage whispers hoarsely into my ear. "Let him see that he's missing fucking the most perfect woman in the universe."

Understanding exactly what he means, I don't push myself upwards, and instead press myself against him, bracing my hands on his large biceps, and bounce my ass on his girth. Savage moans, gripping my ass with both hands and spreading me open meeting me thrust for thrust. My clit hits him with each downward movement and those golden tendrils of pleasure winding their way through my body explode in a shower of pleasure.

"Regina," Savage moans. "Oh fuck, baby. You're squeezing me so tight. Fuck. Take me. Take me."

He comes, holding me close and growling in my ear. Finally , I am filled and the sensation of my wolf's warm cum exploding into me, burst after burst, makes me kiss him hard.

"I missed you so much," he groans around my tongue.

I don't have the time to tell him in words, so I just tell him with my mouth.

When Savage pulls himself out of me, it's slow and with a gush of our combined fluids. He rolls so that I'm under him once more, then proceeds to rip off the top of my beautiful gown, exposing my breasts.

With a look of pure male satisfaction, he rolls off to standing, leaving me naked and spread-eagled on the floor.

Lyle and Scythe haven't moved positions, and now they stare hungrily at my presented pussy. I bend one knee, letting them see even more of me.

Perhaps Xander was right about me being an exhibitionist.

My hand trails down my neck to my right breast and I squeeze the plump mound before moving lower to rub my aching, wet clit. My other hand finds my left breast and I writhe on the floor. "More," I moan to the room, then to myself, "Why do I need more?"

Lyle and Scythe only glance at each other once before Lyle throws down two pillows and lunges for me.

"You want more, my pretty little regina?" He grabs me around the waist like a doll and hauls me onto my hands and knees, the pillows conveniently cushioning my joints. I wiggle my ass, craving to be filled again. There is a raging hunger in my veins that won't be quenched by any amount of cum, and I want every drop of them emptied into me.

But it's not until Scythe descends to his knees in front of me that I realise what's happening. What is about to happen to me .

Lyle and Scythe want to take me together.

"You should see the look on your face, regina," Savage chuckles from where he lies on his side on the poker table, his head propped up on one hand, stroking his already hardening cock with the other.

I barely have time to respond because Scythe is now undoing his belt and I have to watch both his movements and feel the head of Lyle's massive crown demanding at my entrance.

Lyle leans down and drapes my hair on the other side of my neck, allowing him to kiss my mating mark, easing himself into me at the same time. I let out a choked sound, squeezing my eyes shut against the familiar sweet, sweet burn of Lyle's first thrust.

"Breathe, angel." There's strain in Lyle's voice as he eases his length into me. "Always so tight sweetheart. Just breathe. That's it."

Scythe's fingers are gloriously lazy as he pulls out his belt with his tattooed hands, then unbuttons his slacks.

His hand strays by the zip.

I blink up at him with desire-glazed eyes, only to find his attention is on my mouth.

I suddenly realise that my lipstick must be smeared, and I swipe my fingers at the corners of my mouth

He catches my hand with his, just as Lyle fills me with his entire length, making me moan with wanton approval.

"You are a perfect, wild creature, Aurelia Boneweaver" Scythe murmurs. "Don't ever forget it."

I have to let out a slow, slow breath to contain the spiralling emotions now coursing within me. Scythe proceeds to pull down his zipper and release his cock. "Now tell me, who owns these beautiful lips?"

I'm stunned. I'm shocked. My mouth suddenly doesn't work.

Scythe's cock is as big as Lyle's, both in girth and length. But where Lyle's cock is beautiful perfection of physical manhood, Scythe's is vicious and ruthless, just like him: he's pierced from base to tip like a ladder of brutal metal. The head is also pierced right through. At the base of his cock, is a hint of bright silver curls of hair.

I swallow once, then twice, because pre-cum glistens on the tip of that incredible manhood and I am quite suddenly ravenous .

Scythe pumps his cock once. "Aurelia."

I'm forced to look up at him, my pussy clenching around Lyle's cock. My lion groans, gripping my hips tighter as he fucks me in long, slow strokes.

Scythe's silver hair glistens under the warm lights from above, but his eyes glitter dangerously. "I just asked you a question."

My heart skips a beat and I bite my lip, trying to remember what the fucking question was.

Oh.

"You do," I whisper. "You own me."

He growls with satisfaction before dragging the head of his cock over my lips, coating them with pre-cum. I sweep my tongue over my bottom lip, groaning when I taste the warm essence of him. Salty like brine, heady like a drug.

Scythe pumps his cock down, then up, squeezing at the end. A drop of pre-cum emerges at the tip. I stare at it, transfixed.

"Lick it off," he rasps.

I obey like the good little regina I am, sweeping my tongue over his head. But I'm suddenly overwhelmed with need and place my lips around his crown, sucking hard before letting him go. And by the Goddess, my shark tastes like power.

Scythe tilts his head back and groans. "And who owns this greedy tongue?"

"You do," I pant.

"That's right."

Lyle begins to fuck me harder from behind. I let out a little cry just as Scythe grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. The intensity in those dark, dark eyes takes my breath away.

"Now show me how good you can suck."

I lunge forward, hungrily closing my mouth around his cock and flicking my tongue against his piercing. The taste of him sends me completely to another world. It's all male, all intoxicating, and all him .

Moaning wantonly, my shark slides his cock deeper into my mouth. Metal slides against my tongue and, delighted, I suck hard.

"Such a good girl," Scythe rasps. "Doesn't she take both of us so well, lion?"

"She does," Lyle pants, squeezing my hips. "She always makes such pretty noises."

I let out a sound of pure female delight as both powerful males thrust into me at the same time. As much as it fills my body, it also fills that primal force within me. Their powers stroke my preening anima, luxuriating under the attention of three of my mates, Savage watching on from above us, pleasuring himself. This is everything I've wanted. This is everything my body and soul have been waiting for. Our powers pulse around us, stroking each other just as Scythe strokes the sides of my cheek with his thumbs and Lyle squeezes my hips with his hands.

My body is hot as both shark and lion fuck me, finding a delicious rhythm as I buck and moan around them.

"So beautiful, regina," Savage purrs. "Watching you get fucked by my brothers."

Lyle makes a sound that's half pleasure, half agreement before I feel his hands around my waist, and he roughly hauls me up, tearing me away from Scythe's cock. I let out a cry of protest before I find my back pressed against him and my mouth being hungrily devoured by his as he fucks me hard.

I forgive him immediately, moaning and accepting his invading cock and tongue.

"Watch yourself, lion," Scythe snarls.

Lyle sucks hard on my lower lip, giving me a hot, dark look. "Tell me you're mine."

Is he jealous?

I grind my hips. "Always, yours, Mr Pardalia."

He snarls as Scythe wraps his hand around my neck and tugs me away, back onto my hands, and shoves his cock inside my mouth. He gives Lyle the most murderous fucking look I've ever seen.

They fuck me like they're desperate for me. Like they're competing for my love with their hips alone. And I love every second of it, my blood thrumming with intense, swirling pleasure, sending me higher and higher. Then Lyle reaches around and plays with my clit and I lose it completely, coming, screaming around Scythe's thick length and spasming around Lyle's.

It makes my lion come, and he grits out my name, leaning down and pressing kisses along my spine as hot bursts of his cum fill me up, giving me such intense satisfaction that I keel over sideways.

Both males keep me from splattering on the floor, even as Lyle's cum drips down my leg.

"Look at me when I'm fucking your mouth," Scythe says out loud.

The corners of my eyes are wet as I blink them open and see Scythe, his lips parted as he thrusts into me. Lyle fucks his cum into me from behind, still hard, as I watch Scythe's eyes turn inky black, filling the whites completely as his eyes bore into mine. I moan, letting him know with my eyes how much I love having him, how much I want this every day for the rest of my life.

Scythe comes with a shudder, never taking unblinking black eyes off me as his cum bursts onto my tongue. I swallow him down greedily, gulp after gulp of pure ecstasy sliding down my throat.

"Swallow it all," Scythe rasps, his thumbs stroking down the column of my neck.

As if I wouldn't! Something absolutely feral in me nods with enthusiasm.

They both withdraw at the same time, and I repress a needy whine as I immediately feel the loss of them. But my limbs are loose and my blood feels the barest edges of satisfaction. Just as Lyle possessively pulls me into his grip, pressing his mouth against my mating mark, Scythe uses one hand to squeeze my cheeks together.

"Show me," he rasps.

It takes me a second to realise what he means, and I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. "All gone," I say sleepily.

He leans down and I suck in a breath as he whispers against my lips, "Good girl." Then he presses a kiss to my mouth.

And then he's gone, tucking himself back in his pants and striding for the door, leaving me full of cum and sagging in Lyle's strong grip.