38. Ben

38

BEN

The room is no doubt a wonder, but I haven’t been able to focus on anything except the woman in my arms. The woman who rained kisses on me like I’m as special to her as the gargoyle she’s married to.

Stella’s delight is an aphrodisiac, but her lust is nothing short of fuel on a fire.

Kissing her is better than feeling the sun on my face after the darkness of night. The tumultuous feelings in my chest, the preemptive despair that tries to catch hold whenever I’m distracted, quiet at the stroke of her tongue.

She wanted to taste me, but each moment together is my last chance to enjoy her. I felt a pang of guilt that I stole what may have been her last chance to get her “taste” of me, but tonight I can’t be selfless.

Tonight is for me, and my greed demands to take every breath, every detail to lock away in my memory.

It won’t make this easier, but I don’t care about easy or efficiency anymore. Not when I’m losing them.

I lower us to the mass of pillows, and when my body presses heavy on hers like I can trap this vibrant sensation between us forever, she moans, breaking the kiss.

“Ben—”

“It’s just a taste, love.” My words are soft, but my actions are full of hunger as I push her dress up and am met with the sight of her bare pink pussy, the lips shiny with arousal.

My mouth waters.

“Did you forget something?” I ask, my restraint leaving me one chiseled chip at a time.

“Why put on what I know you’re going to take off?”

I curse and dive into heaven. Her flavor explodes across my tongue just like the first time Stoneheart allowed me to touch her. A tangy headiness that I’ll always hunger for and goes straight to my cock.

The soft skin of her inner thighs surrounds me as she tries to close her legs at the sudden stimulation. I rub my cheeks against the plush captivity as my tongue plays along every heated fold. I lick and suck away her essence only to be rewarded with more.

Her gasps and moans are secondary to the vitality and warmth against my lips and tongue. She pulls my hair, and the pain shoots down my spine, making me moan as I suck her clit into my mouth.

The cry she makes is high. The orgasm hitting fast, and her pretty pussy drowns me.

But it’s not enough to take this and tease that it’s a taste.

I need everything. My cock is so heavy and painfully hard that my pants are off, and I’m rising above the mess I’ve made of the woman I’d take as my mate if I were able to.

Her face is sweaty and flushed. With each gasp, her breasts fight to escape the dress that is mussed and pushed to her waist. The hair that she’d had up in a graceful style has spiraled away and covers the surrounding pillows like she’s a reclined angel ready to be debauched.

Chaos in a bottle ready to break free.

“Ben—” she starts but breaks off to pant. Her eyes are full of the same need that’s throbbing in my core even though she’d just climaxed.

It’s not enough for her either.

The air changes, and I immediately know the source, glancing to the doorway. Stoneheart silently closes and locks the door behind him. His gaze burns in a dare that I can’t possibly ignore.

This is my last night with them. If I don’t push all his buttons now, I’ll never be able to.

“Ben, we can’t,” she finally says. Her eyes squeezing shut as if seeing my hunger would be too much of a temptation. But that doesn’t stop her back from arching when I grind my cock against her slick center.

Stoneheart narrows his eyes at me, and I can’t stop myself.

“Just let me in a little bit,” I say, leading the woman who owns my heart down the path of destruction. “A taste. You said he couldn’t deprive us a little taste.”

She huffs a laugh. “You’re just begging for punishment.”

Is that what I’m doing? Is that what I want?

Of course it is. Why else would my heart race with adrenaline seeing him lean against the door, watching us as closely as a painter would if his brushes started to move on their own?

All thoughts of Stoneheart cease as I hold Stella’s thighs wide and watch the tip of my cock disappear as her body stretches around me, engulfing me. We moan in unison.

“Just a little more,” she begs, surely earning herself a punishment, but I’m powerless against sinking deeper. She’s so tight and hot that I need to fight for her body to accept me, which it does.

When I pull back, the shine of her wetness on me has my hips tilting more, pressing deeper until I’m all the way inside her.

The sound in my throat is cut off by the slow clapping from Stoneheart. Stella straightens with an alarmed gasp, her body clenching and strangling my cock.

His hum is resonant and dangerous, causing a warning to curl up my back. “While the cat’s away, the mice will play.”

I start to pull away from Stella as he approaches us. My reluctance fighting my survival instincts.

“Stay,” he orders, and I’m powerless but to comply. “You’re going to pay for every inch of it so you might as well enjoy the comfort of my wife’s hot cunt.”

Stella makes a sound that’s a mix of heat and apology.

“Shh,” he comforts her, running his claws through her hair. “We’ll all enjoy this.”

She relaxes, reassured that we didn’t hurt him with our play, but I stay coiled tight. His gaze is on mine with a knowing quirk to his lips that makes my body scream at me to start running.

But I earned this punishment.

He moves to the side of us, kneeling behind me in a way that does nothing to quiet the warning blasting through my mind.

My breath is shaky, and I roll my hips forward. Stoneheart makes a gratified growl, gripping the back of my neck firmly.

There’s the sound of a whip cutting through air, and a stinging lash hits my ass making me thrust in hard, and Stella and I both cry out. Stoneheart takes some action that I miss as heat spreads from that point and rushes up my spine.

What the— The soft stroke of something wet slides down my crack, and I moan as it brushes against my asshole. I clench against it, but it disappears and another smack echoes in the room.

My cry is quieter and hoarse with the knowledge of what’s happening.

He’s flogging me with his tail.

That detail has my balls drawing up, but Stoneheart’s other hand comes between my hips and his wife’s accepting pussy and squeezes my cock hard .

Blinding pain derails the pleasure for a moment rather than adding to it.

Stoneheart releases me. “Remember, songbird. I haven’t given you leave to come inside her yet.”

The sound that falls from my lips is pathetic and pained as my cock swells again, but Stoneheart inhales with satisfaction. I push back the need to come, wanting to prolong this as long as possible.

That too dexterous tail tip of his slides between my cheeks again, wetter like he’s applied more lube. It teases the puckered skin there before sliding inside with ease.

“Fuck,” I choke out. The end of his tail is narrow, but it twirls and coils, stretching me.

“Isn’t this what you’re wanting? To thrust into our firefly while I take you from behind?”

Holy gods, yes. Stoneheart removes his kilt, and the sight of him serves as a late reminder.

No . That’s too much.

“I don’t think I can take you,” I gasp.

“Don’t think then. You made your decision. Demons who don’t want to be stretched to their limits don’t beg for punishment.”

There’s a click of a bottle opening, and I watch Stoneheart apply lube to his cock in a seductive stroke. I turn away, not wanting to lose courage and start begging for mercy. I fill my senses with the woman under me.

Stella’s pupils are blown wide, and she rocks her hips with me, watching her husband past my shoulder. The bottle of lubricant gets tossed to a pillow in my line of vision, and I fight the urge to shiver.

“I dislike having my rules broken, but I’d be lenient because I understand the temptation it is to be inside my wife,” Stoneheart says, closing in.

I curse the gods as the tail coiling in my ass presses much harder on my prostate.

“But do you know why I won’t be lenient with you? Because you did it wearing this .” His claw catches on the bracelet Stella made me at the beginning of all this. “I hate not being able to scent you and the mark we leave on you.”

The tip of the claw disengages the clasp, and the bracelet falls from my wrist for the first time since Stella gave it to me.

Stoneheart inhales and makes a satisfied sound. “If you’re going to fuck my wife, I better be able to scent you on her. You’re ours, songbird.”

The impact of his words is a meteor to the separation I’ve held in my mind between me and the two of them.

Stoneheart slides his tail from me in a rush. My inhale is sharp but stutters as his tail lashes my ass and the back of my thighs. Blow upon blow strikes me, and I bury my face in Stella’s neck to muffle my mewling cries.

I’m rocking my hips into Stella without meaning to, whether to escape the hits or present myself better for them, I’m unsure.

Eventually when I’m a babbling mess, it stops. His hands run up my welted skin and my face rises enough to kiss Stella to distract me from how every ounce of pain he gives me is dissolving what I know about myself from the inside out.

Stoneheart sighs. “Your masochism serves us both I think. I never thought I wanted to mark a lover like this.”

The reminder of how he marked my shoulder with his claws is merciless in this situation. The scars are still there. I check the prized claiming every morning.

His lubed cock drags against my balls and taint, making them throb. A sound of hesitation escapes my throat, but he smacks my raw ass, and I quiet.

I’ve never done this before, and Stoneheart’s cock is likely to rip me in half, but part of me wants that. I want him to break me a part so I can stop worrying about territory conflicts and losing the people closest to me, or even loving people I’m not supposed to.

“The candles!” Stella reminds, but she’s breathless.

The thought of stopping now is as laughable and shocking as stopping a storm.

Stoneheart snarls. “They don’t get this. This magic belongs to us.”

And the possessiveness of the sentiment hooks deep inside my chest. When he pushes forward and splits me in two, time stands still.

But that doesn’t stop the pain. That is a sudden rush of white noise in my ears taking over every sense with blaring abruptness.

Relax.

Impossible.

“Breathe.” The voice is Stella’s.

I hiss a breath in an attempt to listen to her. She touches my face lightly and attempt to relax for her.

It’s difficult with how I’m buried as deep as possible inside her. My entire body is seized for impact, and I can’t move against the barrage of Stoneheart penetrating me.

Time clicks forward again, and the reality of the details surface in the ocean of sensation of being conquered.

I almost choke on my laugh. He barely has the head of his cock inside me.

“You’re doing so well.” Stoneheart rubs the back of my neck in comfort and slowly the muscles unlock.

“That’s it,” he says and when he presses forward, the shock of the stretch is less. Now there’s a deep pressure and the alien sensation of being prodded from the inside out.

The intimacy of it stuns me. His heart is beating against my insides.

But the tidal wave of newness, the feelings, even the pain, isn’t enough to stand against the rising of something ready to pull me under.

Pleasure.

My groan is guttural, and Stoneheart sighs in what must be relief before sinking deeper, so deep that his knot butts up against the rim of me.

When he withdraws, I try and follow with my hips, but slow at Stella’s body tightening around mine. Stoneheart surges forward and the dual nature of his heavy cock bottoming out and forcing me to do the same inside his wife has my release threatening to break free.

I tense enough to keep from coming, but it sharpens the feeling of Stoneheart’s invasion.

The experience is otherworldly and doesn’t end. We move in a rhythm dictated by the devil behind me and my reactions to him. He starts by fucking me slow and deep, but with each bottoming out it gets harder and harder to keep from climaxing.

My body must tattle on me because it gets more difficult for Stoneheart to force his way inside. Stella’s also nearly to her peak. She gasps and makes sounds with abandon as her husband’s actions fuck me into her.

“Mine,” Stoneheart moans into my hair.

I should be shaking my head, but my body isn’t my own. There’s no standing against him if he claims me, and would I even want to?

Stella moves against me, needing friction at the same time as it’s all too much and not enough.

Something deep in my chest shines bright under the debris of my doubt and each jarring moment of this shakes the obstacles of this connection away.

“I’m gonna come.” I don’t recognize it’s me saying the words until Stoneheart wraps his hand around my throat.

“Not yet,” he says with a threatening growl. “Say it.”

“What?” I ask. Nothing is making sense right now. The oncoming wave of release, my shaky will, or the blinding sensation building in my chest.

“You’re ours,” Stoneheart says.

Some self-preservation has my voice halting. What about this being the last night? What about doing what’s best for these two? I can’t possibly be selfish enough to give in just to grasp the brightness that connects the three of us.

“Please, Ben,” Stella begs.

Our hearts pulse in time, and my soul refuses to give this up. The word falls from my lips in a croak. “Yours.”

And the world shatters.

Everything in my body seizes, and Stella cries out as she accepts my claim and my seed.

Stoneheart growls in victory as his cock kicks inside of me, and I’m filled with his heat.

We become one.