Chapter 38: Wraith

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

WRAITH

I vy's scent fills my nose.

Sweet.

Intoxicating.

Can still taste her on my tongue.

Tastes like honey.

Of course she does.

Didn't understand at first.

Thought she wanted me to actually eat her.

Horrified.

Confused.

But then Thane explained.

Use my mouth.

My jaws.

My tongue.

Make her feel good.

Not bite.

Just lick.

Felt stupid.

Knew she couldn't mean that.

But wasn't sure.

Not completely.

Already think Ivy is crazy.

She wants me.

She must be.

But I would do anything for her.

Even things that don't make sense.

Even things that are dangerous.

Like putting my jaws on her.

On her most sensitive place.

Her taste...

Her sounds...

The way she moved against my face…

Addictive.

Want more.

Always want more of her.

Never going to be enough.

My cock strains against my slacks.

Hard.

Aching.

Her small hand caresses me.

Caresses my chest.

Traveling down to my cock.

Pets me through my pants.

A growl rumbles in my chest.

"We're not finished yet," she says.

I don't understand.

But I want to do it again.

Want her to come again.

Want to hear her this time.

Calling out my name.

Calling out my brother's name.

Our names on her tongue.

Last time, she couldn't.

Her mouth was full.

Full of his knot.

"I want you both," she adds. Voice husky. Wanting. Needing. "At the same time. Like when I was with Plague and Whiskey in the cave."

Thane's eyes darken.

"Really?" he whispers in her neck.

She nods, still shaking.

Still quivering.

"You in my pussy, Wraith in my ass," she continues. Almost sounds shy. "I can sit on your laps."

The thought makes me dizzy.

Won't it hurt?

But she wants it.

Can smell her scent spiking.

See the need in her eyes.

We sit up on the cot.

Ivy between us.

She turns to Thane.

Kisses him deeply.

I watch, fascinated.

The way their mouths move together.

Soft.

Passionate.

Different from how I kiss her.

Can't kiss like that.

Not with my teeth.

But I can touch.

Can worship.

And she likes when I do other things.

Likes when I press my teeth on her skin.

Can't believe she liked that.

Can't believe she looks at me like that.

Like I'm not a monster.

Like I'm beautiful to her.

It makes me brave.

I can be gentle.

She's teaching me how.

I lean in.

Press my face to her neck.

Inhale deeply.

Careful of my teeth near her throat.

Her scent is strongest here.

Honeysuckle and sunshine.

My tongue slips out.

Tastes the salt on her skin.

Traces the curve of her shoulder.

Down her spine.

She shivers.

Arches into my touch.

Want to bite.

To mark.

To claim.

My alpha instincts scream at me.

Make her ours.

Forever.

But she hasn't said.

Hasn't given permission.

So I don't dare.

Don't even think about it.

Push it out of my head.

Everything she gives me is enough.

A gift I don't deserve.

Her touch.

Her glances.

Her kisses.

Her cries.

Just keep tasting.

Keep touching.

Her skin is so soft.

So warm.

Alive beneath my hands.

Thane's hands join mine.

Caressing.

Exploring.

We work together.

Worshiping our omega.

Our mate.

Even if she isn't marked yet.

Still our mate.

Ivy breaks the kiss with Thane.

Turns to look at me over her shoulder.

Her eyes are dark.

Hungry.

"Please," she whispers.

Don't need to ask what she means.

I know.

We all know.

Thane moves first.

Helps her out of her dress.

It pools on the floor like water.

She's naked now.

Perfect.

Beautiful.

My hands shake as I reach for her.

Afraid I'll hurt her.

Always afraid of that.

But she takes my hands.

Places them on her body.

Shows me where she wants to be touched.

I follow her lead.

Follow her curves.

The dips and valleys.

Softer now that she's with us.

Not hungry now.

Now that she's healing.

We take care of her.

Still slender, still lithe.

But soft.

Every inch of skin a map I want to memorize.

Thane's hands roam too.

Working in tandem with mine.

Like we're of one mind.

One purpose.

To please her.

To worship her.

Ivy gasps as I lick her neck.

Her shoulder.

Her spine.

She reaches back.

Tangles her hands in my hair.

Then reaches down.

Reaches behind herself.

Her hands find my belt.

Undoes the buckle.

She twists in our laps.

Unzips my pants.

My cock springs free.

Bounces up against her ass.

Catches on her cheek.

Thane strips as well.

Hangs his leg off the bed.

Kicks his pants off.

Still wearing his jacket.

Ivy peels it off.

Up over his head.

Then undoes his buttons.

Bares his chest.

Yanks off his shirt.

Twists again.

Grabs collar of my jacket.

Tugs it off.

I help her.

Still licking her neck.

Shed my jacket.

Shed my shirt.

Kick off my pants too.

All of us bare now.

Skin on skin.

Heat between us builds.

Flames are stoked.

Ivy's hands are all over us.

She's gasping.

Eyes fluttering closed.

Writhing on our laps.

Begging.

Pleading.

Press tip of my cock against her hole.

She squirms.

Clenches.

Her hole is still slick.

Slick from her pussy.

From my fingers working her open.

Thane glances at me over Ivy's shoulder.

His eyes tell me to be gentle.

He thinks I'd hurt her.

But I wouldn't.

Not in a bad way.

Only in the way Ivy likes.

My nature is to be gentle with her.

To treat her carefully.

Like she's made of glass.

She makes me less afraid.

Makes me think I won't break her.

I can be rough if she likes it.

If she wants it.

Lick her upper back again.

Trace her shoulderblade.

Up onto the crook of her neck.

Taste her jugular vein.

Feel her pulse.

Pulse thrums against my tongue.

Quickens as I press against her hole.

She's so tight.

Too tight.

Don't know if this is possible.

She whimpers again.

Grinds against me.

"Please," she gasps.

Don't know how this works.

How to do what she wants.

Instincts are leading me.

Thane is sinking into her.

She cries out, her legs spreading.

She arches her back.

Head falls against my shoulder.

Thane is being so careful.

Slow.

Gentle.

She gasps.

I press against her back.

She leans into me.

Trusting.

Always trusting.

Thane reaches around her.

Fingers slick with her wetness.

Touches her where I'm supposed to enter.

Prepares her.

I look down, fascinated.

The way his fingers disappear inside her.

The way she moans.

The way her hole clenches down.

Pushes back against his hand.

Wanting more.

Always more.

Just like me.

"Now," she breathes. "Please, Wraith."

I position myself.

The head of my cock pressing against her.

Pause.

Look to Thane for confirmation.

He nods.

His eyes are so dark.

He's hungry, too.

I push forward.

Slowly.

So slowly.

Afraid of hurting her.

The tight heat engulfs me.

Unlike anything I've ever felt.

Have to fight not to thrust.

To take.

To claim.

But I won't.

Not until she says.

Ivy's breath catches.

Her body tenses.

I freeze.

Panic rising.

Did I hurt her?

She whimpers.

Her legs flex.

Her toes curl.

Groans like it does hurt.

But her smell strengthens.

The smell of her when she likes it.

I would know.

The scent is branded on me.

Branded on my tongue.

In my nose.

The most delicious honey.

Makes my jaws water.

Want to taste her again.

But that's not what she asked for.

Not right now.

But then she relaxes.

Pushes back against me.

Pulls her legs in.

Toes are still curled.

She takes me deeper.

A growl builds in my chest.

Can't hold it back.

Don't want to.

She slides down on my cock.

Stretched slightly from my fingers.

From Thane's fingers.

Moan bubbles in her throat.

She stops sinking down.

Seated on the edges of our knots.

Her body shakes violently.

She twists, adjusting.

Gasps.

Panting.

Twists again, turns her head.

Kisses side of my face clumsily.

Almost cuts her lips on my teeth.

"Thrust," she whispers.

Drags her lips over my scars.

She twists around again.

Braces herself.

Permission granted.

We start to move.

All three of us connected.

One flesh.

One heart.

One pack.

Thane and I finding a rhythm.

In and out.

Push and pull.

Ivy caught between us.

Gasping.

Moaning.

Whimpering.

Her hands grip Thane's shoulders.

Head thrown back against my chest.

Bury my nose in her neck.

Inhale deeply.

Her scent.

Mixed with ours.

Perfect.

Right.

The way it should be.

My hands roam her body.

Caressing.

Worshiping.

One finds her breast.

Kneads gently.

Thumb brushes over her nipple.

She arches into my touch.

Wanting more.

Always more.

Thane's hands grip her hips.

Guiding her movements.

Setting the pace.

Slow at first.

Then faster.

Harder.

Pumping her up and down.

Ivy's cries grow louder.

More desperate.

Feel her tightening around me.

Around both of us.

Getting close.

So close.

Our knots keep bumping her holes.

Too big to fit in together.

Her legs bounce every time.

Bump, bounce.

Bump, bounce.

Want to see her fall apart.

Want to be the cause of it.

Free hand slides down her body.

Between her legs.

Find that spot that made her cry out before.

Circle it with my fingers.

So slick.

Makes it easy.

Easy to make perfect circles.

She bucks against me.

Against us.

"Yes," she gasps. "There. Please."

I obey.

Keep touching her.

Keep moving inside her.

With Thane.

We work as one.

To please her.

To worship her.

To make her ours.

The need to bite grows stronger.

To mark.

To claim.

My teeth ache with it.

But I won't.

Not without permission.

Never without permission.

Ivy's body trembles between us.

Her scent spikes again.

Delicious musky honey.

She rocks desperately.

Takes us deeper with each movement.

My cock throbs.

My knot swells.

"Please," she whimpers. "I need... I need more."

Thane's dark eyes meet mine over her shoulder.

We're both close.

So close.

"What do you need, little one?"

Thane's voice is strained.

Rougher than I've ever heard it.

Ivy glances back at me.

Then at Thane.

Her pupils are blown wide.

Only a thin ring of blue green visible.

"I want... I want you both to knot me. At the same time."

Is that even possible?

Thane shakes his head.

"Ivy, we can't. It's too much. We'll hurt you."

Ivy growls at him.

She grinds down harder.

The movement makes me see stars.

"I don't care," she pants. "Make it happen. I can take it."

I look to Thane, uncertain.

This isn't something we've ever done before.

Something I never even considered.

But the need in Ivy's voice...

The desperation...

It calls to something primal in me.

Thane hesitates for a moment longer.

Then gives a sharp nod.

His eyes lock with mine.

And somehow, I understand.

We've always been in sync.

Now more than ever.

I shift my grip on Ivy's waist.

Angling her.

Thane does the same.

His movements mirror mine.

We start to move together.

In perfect sync.

Thrusting deeper.

Harder.

Ivy cries out.

Her nails dig into my arms.

Nails leave stinging trails.

Feels so good.

"Yes," she gasps. "Like that. More. Please, more."

Growl low in my chest.

Sound vibrates through all three of us.

My knot swells more.

Catches on her rim with each thrust.

Beside me, Thane's does the same.

The pressure builds, almost unbearable.

Ivy's body stretches around us.

Her ass is impossibly tight.

For a moment, I'm afraid we'll tear her.

Afraid I'll tear her.

But she just moans louder.

Begs for more.

"Come on," she pants. "Do it. Knot me. Both of you."

Thane's eyes meet mine again.

There's a question there.

A last chance to back out.

I give a sharp nod.

No going back now.

She knows what she wants.

Knows her limits.

We thrust forward together.

Hard and deep.

Ivy screams as our knots lock in.

Her ass closes hard below mine.

Clamps down on my base.

Clenching.

Fluttering.

Twitching.

Locking us all together.

The pressure is incredible.

Overwhelming.

Like nothing I've ever felt before.

I almost black out.

Ivy's body convulses between us.

Her inner walls clamp down.

Her body milks our cocks.

Feels like I'm dying.

My orgasm hits like a tidal wave.

Roaring, I bury my face in Ivy's neck.

Empty myself inside her.

Distantly, I hear Thane's answering growl.

Feel his pulse against mine.

He comes too.

Ivy wails, her body shaking violently.

A full-throated scream.

Can smell her release.

Feel it coating our cocks.

She keeps coming.

Wave after wave crashing over her.

We stay locked together.

Trembling and gasping.

Don't know where I end and they begin.

We're one flesh.

One being.

Joined in the most primal way.

Ivy goes limp between us.

She's boneless and panting.

Purring and growling, I nuzzle her neck.

Inhale deeply.

Memorize every note in her scent.

Ours and hers all mixed together.

"Holy shit," Thane mutters.

His voice sounds wrecked.

Ivy lets out a breathless laugh.

"Y-yeah," she agrees. "That was... fuck…"

Rumble in agreement.

Even if I could speak, I couldn't now.

My hands roam her body, checking for injury.

Making sure we didn't hurt her.

It's instinct.

Even as I feel like I just died.

Couldn't have, but it feels like it.

She seems fine.

Better than fine.

She's practically glowing.

Her skin flushed and dewy with sweat.

The most beautiful thing on earth.

Always is.

Always perfect.