THIRTY-FIVE

Billie

HOLY FUCK!

Jax and Xander kissed! And it wasn't just a peck either. No. It was a full-on make-out session, and they owned that shit! I was absolutely entranced watching it unfold, or maybe a better term would be bloom because that's what it felt like I was watching.

Okay, fair warning, I'm about to get a little romantic here, but damn they moved me!

All these weeks I've seen each of my mates opening themselves to feelings they never really considered or nurtured before. With that attention, new buds in their relationship have been forming, growing more and more with each interaction, pushing outward against the protective outer layer. At first I sat on the footstool, eyes wide and unblinking, waiting with bated breath as their lips drew closer and closer. And when they met, when they brushed one another and the first few petals emerged from in between the spliced sepals, I had to force myself to pull back. Because this moment was heavy and light, and intense and delicate, capable of growing into something rich and solid, but also flimsy enough to be ripped from the branch and blown away before ever having the chance to bear fruit. One sharp inhale, one gasp, one moan from me could cause the bud to open too soon, before the petals are strong enough to withstand the sun and the wind.

This is about them and their relationship, and it is they who need to nourish it and desire its growth, not me. As much as I may want this and more—like, a hell of a lot more—I can't let my desires push them beyond their own. I forced myself to focus on shaving and let my silence be my acceptance.

We've come out of the shower, and Jax is on his knees in front of me, working lotion into my legs, while Xander stands behind me, drying and brushing my hair. My chest warms with how cherished they're making me feel while heat pools lower with every knead of Jax's hands on my thighs and every weave of Xander's fingers through my locks.

My heated body has become so supple under their affection that when I feel Jax's tongue on my pussy, I all but slump back onto Xander's chest, moaning. He places the brush down and weaves one hand under my arm to massage my breast, while the other trails down my back and over my bum.

Xander nuzzles into the crook of my neck, his lips trailing up to my ear. "OPEN," he growls, smacking my ass. I gasp and hastily step my feet apart. "Good, mate," he praises while sliding his hand between my legs from behind. His fingers find my wet center, and he drives two in with enough force my hips pitch forward, and I grip Jax's hair for balance. He grunts and continues to lick my clit with the same harsh pace as Xander's fingers thrust into me.

My head falls back onto Xander's chest, and my free hand reaches up to hold on to the back of his neck, bowing my spine. Pressure rapidly builds in my lower stomach, causing my hips to rock. Jax's hand comes to hold them in place, pushing me against Xander. I whimper at the restraint. Then I'm whimpering for a different reason as jolts of painful pleasure race through my body from the feeling of Xander's teeth scraping over his mark on my neck and his fingers plucking and twisting my hardened and highly sensitive nipple. Soon a third finger joins the two already inside me from a different angle, absolutely stretching me out.

My eyelids fly open, and I wail out "Oh fuck!" The two already inside me never stop or pause their movements, while the third curls forward and drums against that magical spot, matching the beat of his tongue flicking my clit. "Too," I croak. "Too," I repeat, not able to formulate thoughts or words. My spine snaps straight, and my toes press into the bath mat like I'm trying to pull away, but I can't. They won't let me. My body wholly succumbs to their desires, and I explode in their arms, coming so hard I swear I can hear the pulsing of my own cunt in between my incoherent screams and cries. Every muscle in my body contracts in an effort to ride the wave of my orgasm, until suddenly all bodily tension releases, and I fall forward. Xander's arm across my waist is the only thing holding me up. Through bleary eyes, I watch Jax lick not only his own finger but Xander's as well.

Xander's hand caresses up and down the back of my folded form while my body recovers. When I have enough strength to stand, I recline into his hard chest and notice he and Jax, who's still kneeling on the floor, his chin wet with my juices, share a look. "On all fours, Wilhelmina," Xander commands. And yes, my pussy flutters.

Xander

Jax and I position ourselves from mouth to cunt around our mate. I sweep my tip through her wet, swollen crease, teasing myself forward with each pass, letting out a sigh of pleasure as the crown of my cock enters her hot channel. With my hands on her hips, I keep pushing deeper. I knew from the first time my dick entered her pussy it would be the only pussy I'd ever want. I'll never tire of feeling her soft warmth around my hard cock. I groan when my balls meet her moist outer lips.

Looking up, I watch Jax guide his thick cock into her mouth. His eyes roll back, and he groans. "Fuck, Billie, my dick loves your tongue." I dip my chin in agreement because I know what he means. My hands brush along her ass before my fingers dig in, gripping her as I start to move. My cock drags and pushes through her tight channel, and I moan at the feeling of her soft flesh.

Flesh made specifically for us.

To be experienced by only us.

Jax holds one of her shoulders while his other hand supports her jaw, keeping her head up and craned back opening her throat for him. He slowly rocks his hips back and forth, sawing his dick in and out of her mouth, eyes intently focused on hers while he nips and licks his lips in restraint. Soon we find our rhythm, as we have before, moving with each other, our gazes alternating between watching our mate take our own cock into her and watching each other's find their pleasure from the same person. "Fuck," I groan, loving that she's ours, that we're her's, and that we get to share moments like this with each other. Because our bond, the three of us bonded to the same true-mate, isn't typical for alphas and their betas.

Jax and I have shared girls since high school, and it would be a lie if I said I never checked him out or thought about him in a sexual manner. Being intimate in his presence has always felt natural, if not arousing. Our kiss tonight was slow, attentive, and nakedly honest, neither of us flinching, blinking, or trying to hide from what we were doing—the supposed line we were crossing. That kiss felt far more vulnerable and significant than what we've done previously in the heat of the moment with all of us. I don't know where this will lead or how far we'll go, but based on that kiss, I know we'll watch out for each other and make sure we both want more. And hell, I do. Besides loving the feeling of his large mouth and thick lower lip, it was him—his easy sexual energy and, damn, his open desire for me—that had me craving more.

One thing is for sure, we both love kissing, caressing, holding, licking, biting, and fucking the woman in between us. My balls are urging me to go faster, to release their pressure, but my dick and I agree: we want to feel her orgasm before we come. Reaching my hand around her hip, my fingers find her clit and start rubbing. Her pussy clenches in response, and the sensation has me fucking her harder and faster.

I hear Jax grunt. "Breathe through your nose, Billie."

She tilts her body to one side. The change in position has her inner walls squeezing and torquing tighter around my cock, causing me to hiss in response. Whatever she's doing has Jax panting and moaning in short shallow breaths. His neck is flushed and strained, and his pupils are utterly blown. With both of his hands now holding either side of her head, his hips frantically gyrate harder, pushing himself deeper into her mouth and throat. I've become momentarily paralyzed watching pleasure take over him. Jax drives his hips forward one last time, shakes coursing through his body, and he throws his head back, yelling out his release. His cries are mixed with the slurping, gulping sounds of our mate swallowing him down. He pulls out with cum still dripping from his tip. My dick, seeing what it wants, has me returning to fucking her with the need it's been denied.

A feral gleam shines in Jax's eyes, and he urgently pushes her up onto just her knees and into me. My arm belts around her waist, while my other hand holds steady on her hip. Jax bends down out of sight, and when his tongue sweeps the bottom of my shaft, a pulse of hot desire licks up my spine. I bite down on my newest bitemark on her back to quell the rising pressure of my balls. Billie's pussy squeezes in response. A moment later, I swear I feel his lips press a soft kiss on my dick before lapping his way higher. Based on Wilhelmina's stuttering— "No, no... oh, Jax"—in between her panted breathing, he must be lavishing her clit. I release a long exhale, finally able to control my body and move once more.

Then his hand reaches back and cups my balls. My balls, which are absolutely soaked in our mate's cream. I instantly break out in a sweat, and the veins in my arms pop out as I tighten my hold on Billie. His finger presses into my taint, and the feeling has me fully pounding into Wilhelmina, grunting and wheezing with the effort.

I'm so lost in all the sensations, in what we're experiencing, that the feeling of pulsing walls and liquid heat running down my shaft takes me by surprise. Wilhelmina roars out, her body shaking with her orgasm, and dammit, I'm racing after her. My hips take on a harsh, erratic tempo as my dick swells in the added liquid friction, relentlessly entering her over and over again. My mouth hangs open, gasping and drooling all over her shoulder and back. Jax's hand massages my balls, and when his tongue returns to licking us both, I'm fucking done for. The built-up pressure has me ejaculating with the force of a champagne cork popping off, and I howl out in orgasmic celebration.

As if Jax senses the fact that I can't see straight and my head is spinning with the lack of blood that has been sucked from my brain and funneled to my dick, he moves away. As gently as I can, I topple Wilhemina and me onto the bathmat. With my chest laying on her back, I nuzzle my face in her hair, panting through my mouth, letting the rapid beat of my heart settle, feeling hers do the same underneath me while my dick that's bathed in our mutual pleasure continues to twitch inside her.

Jax lies down next to us and taps my shoulder. I turn to him and manage to raise my brows in question. Waggling his eyebrows, he licks his grinning lips and exclaims, "We just did London Bridges, yea!"

I let out a breathy chuckle and shake my head at him, while Wilhelmina groans out a warning. "If you ever try for Eiffel Tower, all your future London Bridges will be falling down, yea ." I can't see her lips, but I can hear the crooked smile all the same. Fuck, I love them.