“What now?” she asked. She licked her lips and whimpered when Rolf pulled his hands away and walked around her to join us. Her back was to the railing.
I stepped back so we could all just look at her, so aroused and needy, desperate.
“Now we fuck you,” Gunnar murmured.
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the big bed, settled her in the middle. We didn’t delay, stripped with a haste brought on only by the need of our mate.
“My cock first, my love,” Rolf said, moving over her.
She eagerly parted her thighs for him, cried out when he lowered his chest against hers, cupped her head in his hands. He kissed her, swallowing her cry when he slid into her. Sophia arched her back and lifted her knees to his hips as he began to thrust, in and out.
She tore her mouth from his, angled her head to the side, tilted it back as she cried out, “Oh God. I need…please, oh, harder.”
Gunnar and I stood to the sides of the bed and stroked our cocks, watching. It was hard to be patient while Rolf claimed her. While I wasn’t jealous of him with Sophia, fucking her and filling her with his seed, I was frustrated that he was deep inside her and not me.
Rolf did as Sophia bid and took her harder, cupping one hand behind her knee and raising it so he could go even deeper. The wet sound of slaps of their fucking filled the room.
“Come, Sophia,” Gunnar ordered.
While she hadn’t been trained yet to wait for his command to come, Sophia did as he bid. Her body bowed as she cried out her release.
“She’s milking my cock. Shit,” Rolf groaned. He stiffened above her, plunged deep one last time and came. When his seed filled her, Sophia screamed. Not in pain, but in an orgasmic bliss I was sure she’d never, ever felt before. We’d make her climax with our mouths, our fingers, toys, and we’d watch her as she did it herself. She would feel the instant sizzle of the bliss of it, but it would be nothing like the release when our seed filled her. The power of it was so strong that she would come again, just from it coating her inside and out.
And from three of us, she’d be all but drugged from it. At least at first. And who would resent that? It would taper, the intensity of it, but her need for us—just as we had for her—would never diminish. Our honeymoon period would mean constant fucking. It would mean we’d be insatiable for her and her for us in return. It would mean she would be constantly filled with our seed, all but ensuring it would take root and make a child.
There was no question she would be pregnant by the morning. The idea of her swelling and growing with our child had me ready to come, but I squeezed the base of my cock to stave it off. I wanted to be deep inside her when I did.
Rolf kissed her, gently, deeply, until she slumped, sated, on the bed.
“Rolf,” she sighed, catching her breath. Carefully, he pulled from her and sat back on his heels, just staring at her swollen and pink pussy, his seed slipping from her delicate folds. He was still hard and I knew he’d take her again if I didn’t practically push him out of the way.
As I knelt on the bed, I pulled her up and into my arms, her knees coming to straddle my thighs. She sat in my lap, my hard cock between us. Fluid seeped from it in a steady stream and I coated her belly with it. I knew the second it began to seep into her, for she came again. It wasn’t hard or intense, but a soft, rolling orgasm. I cupped her breasts and gently pinched her nipples as she rode that decadent wave. I pinched harder, testing her and she let her head fall back as she thrust her breasts into my hold. I tugged on them.
“Does that little bit of pain feel good?” I asked.
“Yes!” she cried.
As soon as she answered, I let her nipples go.
“I need to see you. Please, Erik.”
I glanced up at Gunnar, not for permission, but in surprise. She knew us, had learned our voices and sensed our differences even after knowing us such a short time.
He, too, seemed surprised, but most likely pleased. Tugging at the knot at the back of the material, it slipped from her eyes and onto the bed.
She blinked those soft brown eyes at me, so sated and relaxed, then smiled.
I couldn’t help but stroke over her cheek. So silky soft.
“I’ve never been like this before,” she admitted.
“What? With three men?” I frowned. “I hope not.”
She shook her head, her long hair a wild tangle over her shoulders.
“Come like this. I mean, I have. I’m not a virgin or anything.” She bit her lip, then glanced at me, then up at Gunnar. Rolf had settled at the head of the bed, his back propped up, contentedly watching. While he’d just fucked her and come—the bastard—he was lazily stroking his hard cock again.