Chapter 5

5

ATTICUS

A tticus was generally quite impartial to the female body.

There was something about the fragile, bird-like quality of their bones, the soft, wetness of their intimate places, and the higher timbre of their voices that did nothing for him. They were something he tolerated on occasion for the sake of his partner.

But the woman currently in front of him was none of those things. Her body was full, curves swelling and ripe like the first peaches of late summer. Her voice was rich, possessing a hypnotic quality that reminded him of the sound of a viola compared to that of a violin.

She was beautiful in a way that demanded the attention of an artist. He let himself consider, for a moment, which medium would be best to capture her. Paint — too basic. Watercolor, too fragile. Marble, too unyielding and harsh.

Clay. A rich, orange clay would do it. His hands flexed, imagining pressing his thumbs into her thighs as though sculpting her. His cock, already hard and straining, throbbed against the placket of his trousers.

His eyes flicked up to William. His lover—no, his everything , looked down at him with such adoration and trust in his amber eyes that Atticus felt his throat tighten with unwanted emotion.

"Come here, Tatiana." Atticus ground the words out, his throat rough from swallowing down his pup's perfect cock.

She swayed toward him, the garish green of her tiny little dress stretched tight, leaving none of her body to the imagination. He decided then and there that he'd need to devote some time to acquainting himself with each swell and dip of her stomach and hips before tracing her heavy breasts with his tongue.

He wondered if her skin tasted as sweet as her mouth.

Sensing her uncertainty, Atticus gently grabbed her hands, pulling her around until she stood between his spread thighs, William crowding her body from behind. He tugged her forward, her hands naturally coming down to brace herself against his thighs.

Atticus smiled. The position was perfect. Her flushed face hovered directly in front of his, and her ass was beautifully on display for the man who stood behind her.

A pleased hum vibrated in Atticus' chest at the sight of William's hungry stare as he looked down at Tatiana.

There were few things in the world that brought Atticus true, sincere happiness. A perfectly quiet morning accompanied by a cup of strong green tea. An entire day uninterrupted by work communications was another. But nothing in the eternal universe came close to the feeling that overwhelmed him when William was happy.

And right now, with his thick brows furrowed and his lush mouth parted, William was undoubtedly happy.

"Do you like your treat, pup?"

William's eyes glanced up to meet his gaze, and he nodded eagerly.

"Good boy," Atticus praised, not looking away from his lover even as his hands came up to pinch Tatiana's hard nipples. He bit back a smile at her low moan, cocking a brow at William. "Well, darling? What are you waiting for?"

He kept up his ministrations on Tatiana, licking his lips as he watched William remove the rest of his clothing. Atticus would never grow tired of William's broad, hairy chest, the silver rings on his nipples, the black, swirling tattoos that he'd gradually acquired over the years since his death.

When he was naked, his chestnut hair hanging loose around his shoulders, William stepped forward and, without prompting, Atticus reached around and peeled Tatiana's dress up, bunching the fabric together on her lower back. "You ready for him, love?" Atticus asked.

Tatiana's response was a whimpered "Please," and Atticus felt the shudder that went through her body as William thrust inside of her.

His lover didn't hold back, punching his hips forward, each thrust rippling through Tatiana's soft body.

This , thought Atticus, was a new iteration of happiness. It wasn't the first time he and William had shared a partner. It was commonplace for them, bringing someone else into their bedroom for a single night of pleasure.

But something felt distinct about the woman whose sweet breaths tickled his lips, whose heavy breasts filled his hands, whose ass bounced so beautifully against William's thrusts.

There was something about her that had Atticus' senses sharpening, making him reluctant to fully lose himself in the moment. He didn't want to miss any of it, the carnal dance unfolding before him.

The harsh breathing of the two before him mingled, creating a song so beautiful that he wondered if there was a way he could capture it. He was the Reaper, after all; surely all of that power had to be worth something.

Atticus trailed a hand down over Tati's soft stomach, fingers searching for her?—

"Fuck," he cursed, feeling his cock throb almost painfully as his fingers found the hot, throbbing nub of her clit. So perfect, so fucking swollen. "Darling, you have been hiding this perfect clit from me this whole time," he growled, capturing it between two of his fingers and beginning to stroke firmly up and down while circling his fingers.

"Oh," Tatiana cried, her hips bucking against his hand, causing William to release a feral shout from behind her.

Atticus leaned forward, sinking his teeth into her earlobe, before pulling back to whisper, "Are you going to come again for us, little Tink?"

He felt her body seize, and with a cry, she broke, her body a trembling, sweating mess as she rode through her release. William groaned, and Atticus could only imagine the way her tight cunt was probably squeezing and gripping his cock.

But he couldn't have his pup coming, not yet. "Pull out," he commanded, and for a moment William shot a desperate, pleading look his way. But Atticus shook his head, and William did as he was told, stepping away, running his hands up through his hair as the firelight danced over the surface of his wet, throbbing cock.

"You did beautifully, darling," Atticus murmured, running his hands up and down Tati's sides. "Let us get you out of this dress and more comfortable, shall we?"

Her eyes were glazed, mascara darkening the skin below her wide brown eyes as she blinked up at him. Carefully, he undid the laces on the back of her dress, tugging it up and over her head. Atticus stifled a groan as her breasts dropped free, heavy and tipped with areolas the color of red grapes and nipples that he just knew would be hot against his tongue.

There. She was naked and fuck she was stunning.

William came up behind her, large hands tracing up and down her curves as his mouth dropped to place kisses along her neck. Atticus couldn't make out the words his lover whispered against Tatiana's skin, but her eyes dropped shut and she craned her neck back, opening more of herself up to him.

They fit together beautifully, the eternal beast and the ethereal beauty, bodies moving together like maybe they had been born from the same celestial substance. Atticus felt the beginnings of an ache behind his breastbone, and pushed himself up to go and join them.

He cast away the rest of his clothing without fanfare, needing to reach them and touch them without anything standing in the way. His own cock, long and slender with a distinct upward curve, brushed against the pale skin of his stomach. He was tired of waiting.

Hot skin met his, and Atticus took a deep breath in, wrapping his arms around the two of them. A warm nose nuzzled into his sternum, and a calloused hand gripped his hip. Allowing himself a moment of tenderness, Atticus pressed a kiss first to William's sweaty forehead and then to the top of Tatiana's head.

"Come," he finally said, drawing away from them and moving toward the sunken sitting area that surrounded their fireplace. A snap of his fingers had a thick fur rug settling onto the floor directly in front of the blazing hearth.

What commenced was a blurred dance—a tugged hand, his palm on Tatiana's back, a heated press of his mouth to William's — before they all settled together on the floor. Tatiana was sprawled before him, heavy breasts pooling on her chest and thick thighs spread, leaving her glistening cunt on display. From his position kneeling between her legs, Atticus could see every fold and crevice of her body, and he lowered his head to her, circling his tongue once around her clit before trailing down to her entrance. A hum vibrated from his chest at the combined taste of William's musk and her own release.

Behind him, Atticus felt William's hot breath against his hole. Shivers wracked his body, anticipation of what was to come curling his toes and causing his thighs to clench. And at the first brush of William's tongue, Atticus let out a tortured groan.

Atticus had been no stranger to having a man's mouth on him when he'd first met William. But that fateful night, the two of them so utterly broken and seeking something from the other in the crowded clubs of the Afterworld, had left Atticus ruined. The way that William's thick, wet tongue had ravaged him without any ounce of hesitation, the way the man had begged, begged for another taste, had forever changed him.

Even now, hundreds of Earth years into their time together, the feeling of his lover's tongue pressing through the tight ring of muscle filled him with the kind of overwhelming lust that threatened to completely dismantle him. To leave him a formless, shapeless thing comprised entirely of desire and affection.

But he had a beautiful woman beneath him, and so he channeled every spark of arousal solicited by William's tongue and gave it to her. He sucked, licked, bit at her inner thighs, tasting her and driving her to a writhing mess of madness that filled him with the satisfied pride that came with holding a lover's pleasure in his hands. He thrust two fingers into her, curling and scissoring them, already imagining her walls clenching around his cock.

Behind him, William had replaced his mouth with his own broad, rough fingers, stretching his opening, preparing him the way Atticus demanded it. Atticus knew he was almost there, almost ready to take William's thick, pierced cock.

With one last indulgent lick up Tatiana's slit, Atticus reached a hand back, tangling his wet fingers into William's wild, loose hair. "Kiss it, pup," he commanded. "Fuck my hole with your tongue and then I'll give you what you want."

He let out an unrestrained groan as William's soft lips and tongue gently caressed him, the sensation a stark contrast to how he knew his man fucked. He relished the tenderness for a moment, and then yanked William's head away.

His hand tightened in William's hair. "Up on the couch, love." Releasing him, Atticus stood up, extending a hand to help a wide-eyed and panting Tatiana to her feet.

As soon as William was settled, his body reclined back on the couch, his hard, untouched cock jutting up from the thatch of dark hair between his legs, Atticus approached him. With a snap, a bottle of lubricant was in his hand, and he dropped it unceremoniously on William's lap. "Get nice and wet for me," Atticus said, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to William's lips.

He watched, satisfied smile on his face, as William coated his cock with lube. His hole clenched in anticipation of the stretch, already hungering for the familiar burn of that first excruciating inch. Especially when William wore the ring around the base of his cock, which always made him swollen and throbbing.

A wave of reverence overwhelmed Atticus. He threaded his fingers through William's loose hair, scraping his nails into his scalp. "So perfect, love," he rasped, watching as his lover leaned into his touch. "So good for me."

The moment of tenderness extended, but the aching emptiness drove Atticus to action. Turning around, Atticus climbed back and up onto William's lap so that his ass was pressed snuggly against the furry hair of William's stomach. His hand reached down, gripping the base of William's flushed cock and holding it firmly in place as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly, lowered himself.

A hiss escaped him at the initial burn of the wide, blunt head pushing past the tight ring of muscle. But he continued to drop his weight down, his body adjusting as inch by inch William's wide cock filled him. He tried to control his breathing, only allowing himself one shaking exhale as he reached the base.

A whimper had his attention snapping to the naked, fidgeting woman who stood before them, her eyes glued to the place where William entered him, her lower lip pink and pillowed under her front teeth.

"Come here." With a hand extended, he reached toward Tatiana, a curl of satisfaction settling in his chest when she eagerly moved toward him, her soft fingers intertwining with his.

Her eyes dipped down to his lap before lifting back up to meet his gaze. Her dark brows furrowed. "Where?"

Atticus couldn't help his smile. "Climb up, Tinker Bell."

Those brows shot up her forehead. "Seriously?"

It was one of those times where he remembered just how much he loved this moment: the moment when he had the opportunity to introduce a lover to something new. Something that would shatter their previous understanding of what it meant to feel pleasure.

"When it comes to fucking, Tatiana, you will come to find that I am very, very serious," he said, his voice coming out of his chest in a low growl. "So get up here, spread those thighs, and sink that hot cunt down on my cock before I have to get you myself."

Unmistakable desire flared in the warm brown of her eyes. She stepped up to them, hips swaying in a way that made his mouth water. A flash of uncertainty crossed her face. "How," she began, but before she could continue, Atticus reached out to grip her hips and, with a flex of his arms, pulled her onto his lap. He was tired of waiting, tired of this pretty thing with her soft, dimpled thighs teasing him just out of reach.

He wanted her, and he wanted her now .

A soft "Oh," escaped her, but Atticus was determined to fill her. He tried to be gentle, but need drove him to tug her to him roughly, situating her to hover perfectly over his cock. Atticus flexed his hips, the flushed head of him slipping through her wetness to prod at her entrance, the movement sending sparks up his spine as William's cock shifted inside of him.

"Sit, Tatiana," Atticus growled, balls pulsing at the proximity of her. "I need you to sink that sweet cunt down on my cock. It is fucking thirsty for you. And then, if you do not mind, it would absolutely blow our minds if you bounced that delectable ass like you are riding a pony, hm? You all wet and hot around me is going to have my hole squeezing tight around William. And my pup, he loves that. Loves it when my ass grips him like a vice."

The second that her heat enveloped him, Atticus felt something beautiful, something terrifying , slip into place. The softness of her curves pressing against him, her hard nipples dragging down his smooth chest, and the sweetness of her round pink cheeks, all contrasted with the steady, unyielding, solid strength of William beneath him.

When she was fully seated, her inner muscles contracting around him like she was already trying to milk his cock dry, Atticus leaned forward to lick a long, indulgent line up her exposed throat. Reaching the soft curve of her jaw, he nipped at the skin there. "Now take us for a ride, Tinker Bell."

And she did. Atticus didn't know where to look—how was a man supposed to choose between the wide, quivering thighs that straddled his lap, the full breasts that bounced like waves swelling past the break, and her parted pink cunt, wet and swollen from their earlier attention.

Her determined bounces were punctuated by a slow, excruciating grind of her clit against his pelvis each time she sank down fully on him. Atticus met each movement with a buck of his hips, which caused a vicious drag of William's piercings against his prostate.

It was torture in its most beautiful form, sitting there suspended between two beautiful people, his body an instrument played by the two of them working together. Atticus knew the truth—his control over William, over this new lover who somehow felt like she might have been there all along, was all an illusion. Atticus was helpless to do anything but feel, sinking into his body, letting himself move and buck and strive toward that extra inch, that additional spark of pleasure that would send him over the edge. It was an indulgence that he rarely allowed himself, but found that the usual control that he exhibited over himself was absent, lost somewhere unimaginable, leaving him naked and treasured and so fucking close already that he had to close his eyes in an attempt to gather himself.

"Pup," he ground out between clenched teeth. "Do you see her? Do you see those beautiful tits bouncing for us? Do you see how hard she is working for us?"

He heard a low, pained whine that accompanied the scrape of teeth against his bare shoulder.

Atticus flexed his ass, soliciting another whimper from the man beneath him.

"I am close to filling your cunt, darling." Atticus wrapped a handful of Tatiana's brown hair in his fist, gripping her tightly in place. "Do you want that? Do you want to feel my seed spilling down those perfect thighs?"

Eyes wide, bright make-up smeared, she nodded.

Atticus hissed, his balls drawing up, tight and throbbing already. Wait , he silently commanded himself. Be patient .

"I am going to need you to come for me one more time, sweet girl. Do you think that my fingers on this clit will get you there?" He moved his free hand between them, thumb brushing the red, rigid clit that jutted from her spread cunt.

Tatiana let out a cry, hips furiously working above them. "Yes, fuck, yes, harder," she babbled, the words falling from her lips with each panted breath.

Beneath him, William's low grunts grew desperate, urgent, and Atticus knew his lover was reaching the end of his rope. His pup was so patient, so good for him, and yet even he had his limits.

"Hang in there, pup." Atticus ground out each word, rocking his hips forward and back over William's lap in time to meet Tatiana's pace. His release was right there, hovering right on the edge of his awareness, and he knew, he bloody knew that the second he acknowledged it, he'd be launched helplessly over the edge.

A choked, strangled "Ungh" signaled the start of Tatiana's orgasm. Then her hips flexed, froze, and her head tossed back as her entire body dissolved in quakes and shivers.

It was what he had been waiting for. Atticus let go, grabbing his pleasure with both hands and thrusting up into her, the dual torture of her cunt pulsing around him and William's cock lighting him up from the inside enough to get him there.

He came with a roar, pulse upon pulse filling her, ass constricting almost painfully as his vision went white, nothing but dull static filling his ears as everything but the sensation of acute pleasure faded away.

He remained lost to sensation until he was empty, and he would have been content to stay there but for the hot, pulsing cock that still filled his hole.

His pup had been patient, and it was time to take care of him.

Tatiana's sweaty forehead rested on his shoulder, her breaths heavy against his skin. "Can you climb up, sweet girl?" he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

He felt her nod, and he helped her climb up from his lap, a sharp breath escaping her as his soft cock slid from her body. She collapsed on the couch beside them, so clearly spent and sated that Atticus felt a rush of pride—they'd taken good care of her. Very good care of her.

Atticus leaned forward, grunting at the drag of William's piercing against his sensitive inner walls. He heard his pup whimper as they separated, but it wouldn't be long until he was back where he belonged: fully seated deep in Atticus' hole.

For a moment Atticus took in the sight of his squirming, artfully disheveled man — brown hair hanging long and tangled around his shoulders, beard glistening with sweat and Tatiana's earlier release. His eyes shone amber, looking up at Atticus with a trust and love that he would never, ever take for granted.

Atticus reached a hand up to stroke the side of William's flushed face, knuckles dragging over the soft skin, fingers tracing the deep lines etched into the corners of his eyes. "Are you ready to come, love?"

William's nod was almost frantic.

Without further delay, Atticus reached down, fingers deftly rolling the cock ring up and off of William's angry, swollen length. William's hips bucked, and a desperate whine came from his tattooed throat.

Tossing the cock ring to the side, Atticus climbed up, kneeling on the cushion directly beside Tatiana and bracing himself with his hands on the back of the couch. Looking back over his shoulder, he found William already standing behind him, golden eyes locked on the place where he lined his pierced cock up with Atticus' already-loosened hole.

"Come on, pup," Atticus growled, arching his back and trying not to clench at the nudge of William's blunt cockhead against him. "Fuck me like I know you want to."

It was a beautiful thing, when William fully let go of control. Atticus felt a wave of relief at the harsh entry, at the slap of his lover's hairy thighs and pelvis against his ass. This . This was what he craved, what he hungered for when he awoke with his cock hard and wanting. He liked a good fuck, sure. There was pleasure to be found in thrusting into a wet and wanting hole. Tatiana's body had been transcendent, even.

But nothing compared to being fucked. To the relentless nudge of a hard cock against the place inside of him that sent fire through his veins. He wouldn't come again — no, his seed currently oozed out of Tatiana's ripe cunt where she lay sprawled out on the couch beside them. It wasn't about his own release anymore. It was the sharp, acute knowledge that he was giving his pup, his love, his eternity , what he needed. That it was his hole that would send William over the edge. Atticus knew from limited experience the painful, overwhelming bliss of a delayed orgasm. Of finally letting go after having been stuck on the precipice of release.

"Atti," William growled, fingers digging into the flesh above his hips. "Fuck, love, I am almost there."

Atticus arched his back further. "Give it to me, pup. Give me all of it."

The grip of his fingers grew painful, and then, with a roar that sent a wave of chills over Atticus' skin, William was coming, hips grinding against him, cock throbbing, pulsing inside of his body. A tticus rolled his hips, ignoring William's whimper, intent on drawing out every little bit of his lover's pleasure.

As if animated by an invisible force, Atticus reached over, the palm of his hand finding the warm, damp skin of Tatiana's soft stomach. Even as William collapsed on his back, breaths harsh against his neck, Atticus gripped one of Tatiana's breasts, squeezing soft flesh. It seemed fitting that she was there. That he got to look at her stunning form while William slumped, spent and sated.

"Darlings," Atticus commanded, sensing that the two of them needed him at that moment. "Go cozy up on the rug by the fire."

He caught a faint grumble of protest as William withdrew from his body, and Atticus needed a moment to adjust to the feeling of emptiness. His pup extended a hand to Tatiana, and the two of them stumbled over to the thick rug. Within moments, William had her tucked under one arm, her soft thigh draped over his middle.

Atticus made quick work of getting a soft, wet towel and two glasses of water. He cleaned himself minimally, already planning to ask William to give his hole a more thorough cleaning with his tongue the next morning. Hmm, and Tati could join him… Atticus felt his cock twitch at the image of their tongues tangling together against his hole.

When he made it back to the living room, the two of them hadn't moved. Carefully, he joined them, tenderly cleaning their bodies with the towel before having them sit up and drink some water. Once William drained the glass, Atticus took it from him. Leaning forward, they shared a patient, indulgent kiss, their tongues caressing and practiced. "Go ahead and shift, love," Atticus whispered against his mouth. "We will be here with you."

Gratitude flashed in William's golden eyes. "I love you, Atti," he whispered in response.

Moving away from Atticus, William leaned down, pulling Tatiana into a deep kiss. When they broke apart, he said, "I am going to shift back to my dog form for the night, Tink. Helps me rest up. But if you are up for it, I would very much like to snuggle."

Atticus watched as a little smile played on Tatiana's sweet mouth. "I'd love that," she said softly.

There was a familiar flash of brown, and then William was transformed. On large paws, he padded over to Atticus and nudged his jaw with his wet snout. Atticus indulged in a smile, reaching a hand up to scratch behind his ear. "Rest well, my love," Atticus murmured.

William walked back over to Tatiana, collapsing with a huff beside her, adjusting his furry body so that his back was pressed against her side. Atticus felt an ache in his chest at the fond smile on her face as she looked down at William in his canine form.

With a snap of his fingers, Atticus summoned pillows and a thick, soft quilt. He tucked one under Tatiana's head before stretching out beside her, pressing his body against her back and then pulling the covering over them.

He felt the moment when she relaxed against him, her muscles going soft, her naked body fitting perfectly against his front.

And the final thought before sleep claimed him was a feeling that, perhaps, this woman was supposed to be there between them.