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CELESTE
In the end, the cramps subsided and an ultrasound proved the baby was healthy and strong.
Just one little baby was inside me.
Claire was adamant that it was all the sex and the massive orgasm that had caused the cramping.
So, the men didn’t touch me.
For weeks.
Until I practically pounced on them and they had to make love to me.
But, boy, were they gentle!
Too gentle.
The weeks wore on and I grew bigger and bigger.
My one baby made my appetite skyrocket, and my belly protruded through all the new clothes the boys had bought for me.
But despite the early fear of miscarriage, and the fact that they were all too nervous to touch me in a sexual way, we fell into a beautiful rhythm of sleeping together all night, then I’d wake to one of them bringing me breakfast before they headed off to work.
I’d clean the house, if I felt up to it, and bake for them.
They’d come home at lunchtime to check on me, and Claire and Nevaeh were frequent visitors.
I’d never had female friends before, and it was a lovely addition to my life.
Especially all the mothers-in-law.
Three of them.
All pleased as punch to have a grandchild on the way.
And the best part of all?
We hadn’t heard a thing from the bears.
They hadn’t found me. I was finally beginning to feel safe.
Or at least, I wanted to think I now felt safe, but when the door opened one lunchtime and my heart leapt with stress, as it always did, I realized I had a way to go in that regard. Too many years of watching and waiting for a flying fist still had me jumpy.
As Tayte walked into the house, full of smiles and laughter, I let the anxiety go down a notch.
It was taking longer than I thought it would, to feel safe and “normal”.
According to Claire, my version of normal—a Cinderella-type slaving away under a whole bunch of abusive bears—was not normal.
A part of me just knew that this beautiful dream I was currently living in would shatter sooner or later.
That these lovely, kind wolves would come to their senses and realize I wasn’t worth loving, or keeping.
But for now...
“How’s my beautiful sweetheart?” Tayte asked as he picked me up and gently twirled me around.
When he put me down, his hand cupped my belly and stroked our baby with a possessive air.
“Have you eaten lunch?”
I shook my head. “No, I’ve been waiting for you. There’s tuna pasta in the oven if you’re hungry, or I can just make some sandwiches?”
“If you’ve cooked a hot lunch already, that would be great.”
Sam and Dane came through the front door as I was serving Tayte the pasta.
I got kisses and cuddles from both of them, and the love surrounded me.
I so wanted to accept that this new reality was one that would last.
My men sat at the table and ate, talking about their work and the food I’d made for them.
“This is so good, sweetheart,” Tayte said as he finished his second bowl. “Thank you.”
I sat and picked at my food.
“You okay, beautiful?” Sam asked.
“Yes. It’s funny, I just... you know, no one ever said thank you to me for cooking for them, before. And you guys thank me all the time. I can’t quite get my head around it.”
Dane jumped up from the table and moved behind me to put his arms around my waist, or what was left of it.
“Oh, beautiful, you deserve compliments for everything you do. The house looks amazing, the food’s brilliant, but it’s you we come home for. You know the pizza place delivers, right?”
I laughed as he rubbed my belly in soothing circles and my pussy pulsed in response.
I swallowed down the moan.
I’d been holding on to my desires for months.
And I wasn’t sure I could keep being the quiet little girl they’d been wrapping in cotton wool, for too much longer.
“Are you going back to work, or....”
Tayte was a builder and both Dane and Sam were bricklayers. That explained the solid house and the incredible facade of our home.
Tayte stood up and cleared the table, then arranged everything in the new dishwasher they’d installed for me. Such luxuries.
I was too spoilt already.
Tayte replied with, “We could go either way. Back to work, or not. Do you need us to do something for you?”
I licked my lips.
I most certainly did.
But could I convince them to stop treating me like I was made of glass?
Since the miscarriage scare, they’d all been too nice to me.
I needed to be taken.
I wanted to feel the desire that had built on that first day with the three of them.
The passion, and lust, and need.
Claire, who was even more pregnant than I was, reassured me that it was completely safe for them to—how had she phrased it?—bang me into next week.
Heat crept up my neck and into my cheeks. I wasn’t sure I could use that phrase here in front of the boys.
Sam grinned at me. “What’cha thinking, gorgeous? You look like you’re blushing.”
I took a breath and forced myself to get it over and done with.
Surely, they wouldn’t reject me?
“I’d like to go to bed, please.”
“Bed, as in you’re tired? Would you like me to carry you up?” Sam asked, standing quickly.
I almost laughed. Almost. But then frustration took over.
Did I have to strip naked and do a dance to get them to notice my other needs?
How were they so blind?
“No... um, I want you all to make love to me.”
Tayte growled with the sexy Alpha noise that was uniquely his, and scooped me up into his arms.
“Well, that we can do.”
I clung to his neck as he trotted up the stairs, carrying my weight easily.
I giggled, unable to conceptualize just how crazy this was.
That I was going to have to tell them what I craved.
Tayte set me on my feet in our bedroom and the three men began to undress.
The heat in the room became charged, sizzling with energy.
I pushed my leggings down and pulled my top off. Though they loved to undress me, I wanted to show them how desperate I was.
“Whoa... hang on,” Tayte said as I reached for my bra.
But I ignored him and tossed my bra to the ground and pushed my knickers down my legs.
I’d put on weight everywhere in the past three months. My boobs were huge, and my ass had never been so big.
But as the masculine groans sounded around me, I was once again assured that my size didn’t seem to turn them off.
Quite the opposite.
Tayte rubbed my back. “Lie down, sweetheart.”
I didn’t move, though the submissive side of me was anxious to do what the Alpha commanded. I’d been working on denying Tayte. Every day, just one little thing at a time.
It was one of Nevaeh’s tips.
For un-programming the things the bears had made me believe and feel about myself, and the world around me.
Asserting myself, and saying no sometimes, was a huge step in that process.
“I’d rather start another way, please.”
I dropped to my knees and crawled over to where Tayte stood, already partly aroused in preparation for our session.
“What are you...?”
I wrapped my hand around Tayte’s cock and looked up at him.
I wanted to suck him, so much. To feel his hot flesh in my mouth and give him pleasure as much as me. But how did one do that? This was where my inexperience was definitely not my best friend.
Tayte pulled out of my grasp and my fantasy slipped away.
He grabbed my elbows and hauled me to my feet.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”
His face was too kind, too soft. Too understanding.
I didn’t want that.
I pulled away.
“Stop it. All of you. I’m not breakable! This baby...” I cupped my belly, “is strong and healthy, and I want you to stop treating me like a fucking China doll!”
I’d never spoken to anyone in such a way, let alone three large and muscled men who could beat me to a pulp if they chose to.
My heart pounded and my stomach was tight with fear, but in that moment, I’d never felt so alive.
Tayte’s face changed, his eyes hardening, darkening. But there was no censure in his expression. Far from it. The look in his eyes sent desire spiraling right to my core.
“Then what do you want, sweetheart? Tell us.”
I want... I want...
I stepped back, needing to look at all three of them. I’d had so many fantasies, detailing loving all three of these men in the strongest, hottest and fiercest of ways.
“I want you all to take me... every way, as much as you want. I want you to hold nothing back.”
Tayte, Sam and Dane looked at each other with wide, scared eyes.
They were going to say no, I just knew it!
“Please. I need to feel wanted, desired, lusted after. Please don’t make me feel like I’m second class—not good enough. Please.”
I began to cry, damn it. I dashed away the tears.
“Stupid hormones. Ignore them. Please.”
Dane crept forward first. “Tell me what you want, beautiful.”
I swallowed.
Oh my God, I never thought I’d have to say this.
But there was only one way to do this, and that was with complete openness and honesty.
“I want to suck your cocks.”
Dane was the first to react, his mouth dropping open.
The joke was just sitting there for me to make, and I couldn’t resist. I reached up and briefly touched my finger to his lips. “Yes... like that.”
He choked on a laugh.
“Um, okay. Where do you want us?”
I glanced at the bed. “Standing against the edge of the bed, please. All three of you.”
Dane rushed over to where I pointed, with Sam and Tayte moving more slowly. Then they lined up for me.
Three men.
Three cocks.
I pressed my hand to my mouth, the beauty of the smorgasbord before me overwhelming in the extreme.
And the best part? They were all mine.
I dropped to the floor and crawled over to where they stood, going for Dane’s reasonably sized cock first since it was slightly less intimidating than the other two. Only slightly, though.
I knelt before him and stared at it, absurdly feeling like Goldilocks at a feast of a very different kind.
I glanced across at the three men, all at varying degrees of arousal, their large heads and long shafts getting bigger with each man. Dane, then Sam, then finally the largest, Tayte.
I exhaled, my courage deserting me even though I’d been given what I wanted. Served up on a platter.
But I wasn’t backing out now. If I gave up, they’d never give me the chance again.
I leaned forward and put my lips around Dane’s cock.
He thrust forward, straight into my mouth, and I moaned.
He pulled back, the hard flesh slipping from my lips, and I frowned up at him, not understanding why he’d withdrawn.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Celeste. Your mouth was way too hot.”
I blinked at him. He was apologizing?
“Don’t be sorry. Do it again. Teach me what to do.”
Dane glanced at Sam and Tayte.
I waited, my heart pounding against my ribs in equal measures of fear and desire—fear of not doing it right, and yet the need building within me at the sensuality of the situation.
“Come on, Dane.”
Then he stepped forward and put his hand around the back of my skull, cupping my head.
“Open your mouth.”
I did.
And he fed his cock back between my lips.
“Now, suck it, lick it, do whatever you want to it.”
His words made my cheeks burn with heat. But I did what he said and explored his rigid flesh.
I came off the end and nibbled down the side, loving his groans as I licked around the bulbous head.
Such an amazing and interesting piece of equipment.
Dane backed away and I shuffled on my knees over to Sam, who was standing, arms by his side and hands clenched into fists.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I knelt before him, looking up at my big man.
His cock seemed ready. It was red and swollen and looked about to explode.
He nodded his head and I bobbed forward, running my tongue up and down the slit and tasting the saltiness of his seed.
I licked my lips, savouring the unusual flavor, before sucking the rest of the head into my mouth.
Sam didn’t grab my head, nor did he move. But he trembled beneath my touch and the power of his deliberate submission flooded through me.
He was enjoying this, but I knew he was fighting it for some reason.
I reached up and touched his balls, the soft skin wrinkling and moving up as I caressed him.
He groaned loudly and flexed his hips forward. I swallowed more of the shaft and used my tongue to taste him.
Eventually Sam pulled away, gasping for air.
“Oh, God. That was too good. I can’t take any more without coming.”
He moved away, as though he couldn’t be tempted to even be close to me.
I turned toward Tayte.
Tayte was hard but not yet fully erect, his long cock standing at half-mast, as if he was waiting his turn for arousal.
“Hmmm....” I crawled closer and put my hand around his length, pulling him up to my lips for my treat.
“You don’t need to do this, beautiful,” he said as he threaded his fingers into my hair.
I could hear it in his words, the warning, the desire to tell me I didn’t have to go down this path. Not if I didn’t want to.
But I wanted this, with everything in me.
I put my mouth over the large head and began to suck.
His grip on my skull tightened as he began to thrust his hips gently.
I moved on him, using his groan and the growing flesh in my mouth as a guide to what he seemed to want. I pulled my hand up and down the shaft and concentrated on the huge head with my lips and tongue.
He moaned as his cock thickened in my hands, the silky skin stretching over the hard flesh beneath it.
Then, he, too, was pulling away, gripping his cock and pushing it down and away from me.
Why?
To stop himself from coming? If that was the reason, then I’d done a good job.
I got to my feet, my pussy aching and needing them.
I’d never been so aroused in my life, and they hadn’t even touched me yet.
“I want all three of you at once. Can you do that?” I looked at Tayte, knowing he’d understand what I was asking.
His face went completely blank for a moment, probably from shock, then a smile began to stretch across his face.
“You really want this, Celeste? To feel all of us inside you?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, please. I want to know what it feels like to be at the center of the triad, loved by all of you.”
Sam let loose a low growl I’d never heard before and Dane came over and hoisted me to my feet. “I need to prepare you first. Lie on the bed.”
I considered saying no. After all, I wanted this to be different from every other time.
But I couldn’t. Dane’s eyes were wild, flames of desire licking at his irises.
And as he pushed me toward the bed and pulled my legs out from under me, I realized he wasn’t asking.
I lifted my knees as he knelt on the floor and dove down to place his mouth over my already swollen sex.
“Oh... fu...uck.”
I grabbed for his head as he ate my flesh with a ferocity I’d never experienced.
He licked and sucked and flicked my clit until I was gasping for air.
“Enough,” Tayte commanded and the pleasure stopped.
I grabbed for Dane’s head, needing him back there, working on me. But he was gone.
Then Tayte lay on the bed next to me, obviously close to the edge, judging by the strained look on his face.
“Get on top of me, Celeste.”
The Alpha had his legs hanging over the end of the bed and he looked like he’d topple off if he wasn’t careful. He was that close to the side edge.
But I did as I was told, trusting my Alpha and what he had in store for me.
He held his cock upright with one hand, the head sticking up, pointing like an arrow at the sky.
I threw my leg over his thighs and settled over him.
I smiled down at Tayte as he looked up at me. What an incredible position to be in.
I tilted my pelvis back until I felt the smooth, hot flesh of him sliding into my core. Then I slowly lowered myself down onto him, feeling him forging deep into me.
I pressed further down, breathing hard as I was filled with the most incredible pleasure. Both physical and emotional.
They all wanted me.
They really did.
I could feel it in the air around me. In the heat of the room. In the barely controlled way the men breathed and panted.
Not to mention the hard cock beneath me, impaling my body.
“That’s a girl. Now lean forward.”
I put my hands on the bed and leaned as far forward as I could, with my belly resting against Tayte’s.
He grinned at me.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
“Hello, my love.”
I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn’t lean forward that far.
Then I felt hands on my back, moving down and opening my ass.
“What...?” I glanced around and there was Sam, slicking up his cock with the lube we used sometimes.
“You wanted to know what it was like to have us all at once? Well, this is it.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat as fear of the unknown began to ride me.
Sam pressed his cock to my back package and gently slid in.
Pain pierced me and I moaned, both from the unexpected entry and the pleasure of such a naughty, intense experience.
“Breathe. Focus on me,” Tayte said as he tweaked my nipples with his fingers and thrust up into my pussy.
Sam slid in and out gently, going a little deeper each time.
My belly was beginning to tighten, the pleasure over-riding the pain.
I was going to come.
No. Not yet.
“Dane. I need you, too.”
My Omega was by the side of the bed, standing next to my head.
Ah... that’s why Tayte has us so close to the edge.
“Here you go beautiful. Suck this.”
I pulled his cock into my mouth and mere seconds later, my orgasm hit. Being loved by all three of my men at the same time was beyond anything I could ever have imagined.
I moaned around his flesh as my pussy and back passage rippled around the cocks inside me.
Tayte and Sam groaned and gasped as I began to shiver.
My eyes rolled shut and I moaned loudly.
“Oh, damn... Tayte, I’m never going to last,” Sam said from behind me.
I came off Dane’s cock long enough to say, “Good. Don’t last too long, please. This is too much.”
I was so full, the feelings of possession and submission so intense.
“Should we stop?” Tayte asked and I wanted to scream at him.
No, this was what I wanted. What I’d asked for. What I craved!
But the reality was far more than I’d expected and my body wasn’t going to be able to cope with the pressure much longer.
“Don’t you dare! I want you to all come inside me.” The crescendo was building again. I couldn’t stop the waves of desire rushing up again.
Fuck.
My belly tightened and pushed me over that incredible cliff of pleasure into spasms that fel like they would never end.
Tayte and Sam began to move faster. Tayte thrust up into my pussy, making my clit tingle and throb, while Sam fucked my ass.
I screamed as the next wave of orgasms hit.
I couldn’t stop shaking and clenching. I could barely see for the stars exploding in front of my eyes.
I grabbed Dane’s cock and pumped it with my hand.
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “You too, please. Come with them at the same time.”
He nodded, desperate need in his gaze, and guided my head back to his cock.
I sucked on his flesh as deeply as I could, while breathing hard through my nose.
I couldn’t handle much more of this.
They were filling me in every way they could. I could feel their love, their desire, their cocks. Their everything.
I came off Dane’s flesh to beg. “Please... please...”
Sam began to cry out. “I’m gonna blow.”
Oh, thank God for that.
Tayte grabbed my hips and began to fuck me hard.
Fast.
Frantically.
Giving me everything I’d ever wanted.
My eyes closed as my head fell back.
I was surrounded by them, their need, their desire for me.
I pumped Dane’s cock with my hand as Sam grabbed my hair, crying out as he came. “Fuuucckkkk!”
He filled me with his hot seed, which set off yet another orgasm, this one even more intense than the previous ones.
I screamed and shook, my whole body milking my men’s cocks as they gave me their all.
Tayte went next, growling beneath me and pumping his seed into my pussy. Dane was the last to release and, as I squeezed his shaft with my hand, hard, his cock splashed cum across my breasts in hot, long spurts.
I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t think.
I could only feel the rolling intensity of giving everything to my triad and receiving all they had in return.
Sam pulled out of my ass and I gasped with the loss of the strange pleasure/pain that he’d inflicted on me.
Dane jumped on the bed and reached for me. I went with him and we all piled onto the pillows, a tangle of arms and legs.
And sperm. Everywhere.
No one spoke.
Instead, the room was filled with frantic, uneven breathing and pounding heartbeats.
I stared up at my men, who looked intensely happy.
Shocked, but happy.
“Next time,” I said, and they all looked to me, “can you all swap around so I get to feel you all in different places?”
Dane grinned and Tayte growled.
Sam dropped a kiss on my lips as they all began to laugh. “Oh, yeah, sweetheart,” he said. “Anything you want.”