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Celia snuggled against the wall known as Nick, gawking at Simon while he cleaned his fingers of her essence. Jaysus. What an amazing orgasm. The best ever with Simon’s tongue rubbing all over her clit as Dex ass-fucked her with his fingers.
“Finish cooking her meal, Dex.” Nick sat in a chair at the table, clasping her on his lap. Despite his gruffness and size, she felt safe. “Afterward, Dex can punish me as promised—”
“No.” At Nick’s scowl, she trailed her fingers along his stubbly jaw. “I’ve seen enough misery in my life. I don’t want to watch you suffer too. If this makes me yours...” She held up her arm to indicate the twin flame mark, confused why she engaged the idea. Did she really want to be attached to three sexy werebears? “I’d rather start our future together with pleasure instead of pain.”
“Not gonna argue that logic.” He scuffed his lips against hers, his stare fixated on her eyes. “Did it hurt when Dex fucked your ass with his fingers?”
“No. It felt good.” She’d felt a connection with the bears when she came, but she missed the feeling with Nick. Needing contact with him, she twisted in his lap and straddled him with her legs spread wide over his thighs.
Celia slid her palms up his chest, the heat of his body burning through his dress shirt. She made quick work unknotting his tie. The silk gave a little whirring noise as she stripped it free of his shirt collar.
Nick caught her wrists. A circle of glowing green rimmed his irises, shimmering like a predator in the night. It was a reminder that he was half animal, and she’d been undressing him without his permission.
He kissed the mark on her flesh before giving her a little nip. The action had her core clenching, and at her indrawn breath, he grinned. “There’ll be no sex tonight, tomorrow, or for the next week, Celia.” She would’ve argued, but he placed his finger beneath her chin and nudged her mouth closed. He dragged his thumb along her bottom lip as he spoke. “You’re reacting to the magic in the mark, not thinking clearly. You should get to know us before you commit to growing old with three surly bears.”
“They’re surly, not me,” Simon teased. “I’m just your fuzzy-wuzzy teddy bear.”
Dex snorted, clearly calling bullshit. A half-grin turned up one corner of Nick’s mouth, and he gave a headshake at Simon’s silliness. She would’ve glanced at the blond bear, but his fingers slid into her hair and along her scalp, eliminating her ability to peek at him.
“Can’t lie to you, love.” Simon’s hold on her strands tightened as he breathed against her ear. “My bite is as sharp as theirs.” Using his grip on her strands, he angled her head so she could look at him. “No sex doesn’t mean we can’t get her off a thousand times in the meantime, Nick.”
“Judging by how wet she is, I think she’ll like that.” Nick plunged her hand between her thighs, her slick heat hitting her palm as he skated her fingers along her delicate lips. “Make yourself come, minx. I want to watch.” She opened her mouth, and he thrust his thumb inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Come before Dex finishes cooking, and I’ll give you a boon. Anything you ask, except sex. If he finishes before you, I—”
“We,” Dex enunciated the word. “I don’t get to watch her, then we get a boon.”
“Fair enough.” Nick’s eyes practically glittered with the idea. “Better make it fast or we each get a boon.”
Good thing I’m capable of multiple orgasms.
Skilled at this requested task, Celia held his gaze as she plunged two fingers inside her pussy and pumped them in and out as she flicked her thumb over her clit in a quick movement that’d have her climaxing in a few minutes. The moment her hips jerked against her touch, Nick’s gaze dropped to watch. Even though she was proficient at masturbation, sitting in his lap while he and Simon observed, felt intimate and personal. This intimacy gave them power over her, forced her into a vulnerable atmosphere, but they also exposed themselves and would suffer if she rejected them.
In that moment, she understood the reasoning of the one-week no-sex policy. This openness put them on equal footing, because as they tore down her walls, she’d tear theirs down too, and they’d all get to know one another in the process.
Simon gave her hair a slight tug. “Better hurry, Dex’s almost finished.”
Celia threaded her fingers into Nick’s hair and twisted them around the dark, silky strands. His eyes glowed brighter. Leaning forward she nipped his bottom lip and could’ve sworn his breath caught in his chest. Furious puffs fell from her as she held his gaze and rode her fingers.
A thumb dragged across her nipple. She thought it was Nick’s touch, but couldn’t be certain, until a finger penetrated her pussy, joining her thrusts. That touch came from Simon or Dex, damn sure not Nick. Fingers pinched and rolled her nipple, jerking a moan from her, and she fucked herself harder rubbing against the male finger. A moment later only she fucked herself, and a single digit eased into her ass.
“Love the way she sounds,” Dex said much too close for her comfort. But her pussy was too close to the cataclysmic event to focus on him.
“Yeah, she’s got me so fucking hard.” Nick’s lips moved against hers as he spoke.
“Come,” Simon whispered against her ear, his breath tickling her flesh and causing gooseflesh to scatter along her skin. A second finger wet with her juices entered her asshole. His grip on her hair intensified, stinging her scalp at the same time Nick pinched her nipple.
The slight discomfort was all she needed to let go.
Celia’s channel clenched, heat spiraled from her core, and her entire being shattered.