Two Bears are Better Than One(15)

The two exchanged another glance and an almost imperceptible nod. “They were testing the limits, wondering if it was safe to take you and come to the clan camp. You stopped that one, and the one before. I think even the most tenacious lupines will think twice now.”

“There’s a camp?”

Jill shook her head. This was the first she had heard of any camp. “I don’t...”

“You can’t have a clan without a place for it to live,” King said. “Well you could, I suppose, but there’s hardly a reason.”

They both fell silent, and in the heavy-breathing heat of the moment, Jill felt warmth creep out of the mark on her chest. She grabbed Rogue’s hand and placed it over the mark, then slid his palm down her chest far enough for the heel of his hand to hint at brushing against her nipple.

She let out a soft breath. “You’re both here now,” she whispered. “I’m... safe?”

“We are, too,” King said, kissing her softly. “You might not know it, but you mean more to us than we can ever say.”

She arched her back, trembling at his kiss – though it was out of aching pleasure, not the fear she’d felt with the wolf. “I hope you can,” she breathed, only pausing to moan as King’s lips, and Rogue’s fingertips, caressed her, sending a wave of pleasure followed by a streak of goosebumps, down between her legs.

“Maybe someday,” she breathed.

King groaned against her neck, laying her back against the bed and trailing soft circles of his fingertips up her thigh before settling between her legs, running the back of a thick finger along her sex.

Jill lay her head against the pillow Rogue shoved underneath, and let out a soft, quailing sound as one bear inserted a finger, and the other kissed her sweetly aching breast. “I’ve never imagined,” she drew a breath, words trailing off.

Rogue brought his face to hers, kissing slowly from her nipple to her neck, and then up her chin before sucking her bottom lip between his teeth and exploring her with his tongue. He pulled away with a click of his teeth, and a trail of breath that slid down either side of her neck, tingling all the way.

“Yes you have,” he whispered. “The dreams. They weren’t just dreams, they were—”

Her adrenaline surged again as King pushed his fingers deep inside, spreading them in slow rotations, stretching her walls and drinking her in with long, slow laps of his tongue. He growled low and rumbling against her sex, sending a flush up her belly to her neck.

Rogue leaned over, cupping Jill’s face in his hands, kissing her behind the ear, and then along her jaw. As he sucked her lip, he slid his thumb inside her mouth, wetting it before circling her nipple, then pinching gently.

“Oh yes,” Jill moaned, hissing her letters at the end. “This is, I can’t... I can’t believe I’m doing this, I—”

“Shh,” King whispered, lifting his head from the sweetness between Jill’s legs. As soon as she quieted, he went back, up one side then down the other, before pressing the tip of his tongue against her clit and pushing another finger inside. Jill heard the sound of skin on skin, and realized that he was stroking himself as he pleasured her. The attention, the unbridled lust, the... fated love? Is that what it was? Whatever it was she felt, there was more to these moments, to these beautiful seconds of release and surrender to herself and to these two incredible men, than Jill had ever felt before, or even thought possible.

“I’ve never felt like this,” she sucked in a breath. “This is...”

“You’ve never met fate,” Rogue whispered in her ear before sucking her lobe into his mouth and warming her neck with his tongue. “You were meant for us,” he breathed. “And we for you.”

He touched the mark on her chest, then kissed it with slow, fluttering lips.

Jill lay her head back, awash in pleasure and not entirely sure what to do or how to do it, but unlike any other lover she’d ever had, these two seemed perfectly content to worship her, to do whatever she wanted.

But what she wanted was to taste one of them.

“Let me suck you,” she whispered when Rogue came near her ear again. “Let me taste you, lover.”

Through narrowed eyes, she saw him smile.

She shuddered, trembling with every teasingly slow curl of King’s massive fingers against her inside wall. Every single time she opened her mouth to breathe, Rogue kissed her again, squeezing harder, making her hurt just enough to enhance the pleasure.

The mark on her chest glowed hotter, almost burning her skin. Rogue flattened his hands on her chest, climbing on top of her when she reached out and rubbed his erection through his torn jeans. In one smooth motion, he opened the fly and threw them off to the side.

Hungrily, as if she was possessed, enthralled, helpless to resist, Jill took his tip in her mouth, sliding her tongue around his ridge and then underneath his head to the most sensitive place. He shook, and grabbed her hair, urging her down his thickness.

With every passing moment, the intensity of pleasure inside Jill was growing hotter, deeper, tenser, and tighter. Her body grasped King’s fingers, sucking him deeper and holding him inside. She felt like the three of them were moving as one as she breathed Rogue, tasted him, and spilled herself down King’s chin.

They moved in grasping, clenching, halting movements for what seemed like a beautiful eternity. “Bite... me,” the bear on her chest growled. When she did, gently at first to test, and then harder, he hissed and tugged her hair, sending chills of electric pleasure down her neck. “Again,” he groaned. “Yes, yes, again!”

In a moment of pure, feral lust, she wrapped her legs around King’s head and dragged her nails along Rogue’s muscled thigh. The bear between her thighs groaned, his voice vibrating her sex, and the one sitting on her chest began to quake.

Rogue roared, King gasped for air, Jill writhed and sucked and pumped. All three of them moved as though they were three spirits in one body. Before long, the tension grew so irresistible that all three of them knew it wouldn’t last forever.

Her tightness clenched first. Jill felt every muscle in her body squeeze at once. King growled in excitement, and she heard him stroking quicker and harder on himself. She tugged Rogue harder, every stroke thrilling deeper and deeper.

Unable to control herself, Jill threw her head back, sucking as hard as she could on Rogue as the trembles in her belly spread to her sex, her chest, and her arms. Her fists clenched and released, her tongue slid in desperate circles, and her hands twisted on Rogue’s thickness. She opened her mouth, feeling him erupt, and felt herself go limp as her climax wracked her body.

King’s sucking kissing, his wet fingers, teased her entire body, her soul, to life. White light flared inside her, and as soon as Rogue’s pulsing finished, she urged King up to replace him.

With her hands closed on him like an axe handle, she pumped fiercely, wildly, hungry.

“Ah!” he grunted.

She hissed out loud as Rogue’s tongue replaced King’s, slowly circling and coaxing out the very last of her climax. King’s didn’t take long to follow. His heat on her cheek, dripping down her neck, filled Jill with a sense of security, and a sense that everything was... right.

They lay still, breathing each other in.

Jill smelled their sex on the air, the sweat of her two mates, the musk of their bodies, and the lingering hints of earth and leather on Rogue’s skin. King propped himself against the wall, with his legs splayed out on either side of her. She curled up between them, stroking the soft hairs lining his muscled thighs, just breathing it all in.

Her entire body tingled, but not just from physical pleasure. “Something changed,” she said as Rogue returned. She hadn’t even noticed he’d gone until he returned to the side of the bed, a hot towel in his hand, that he stroked against her legs, and then between them. “I feel different. Not good or bad, just... different.”

King curled her hair around his finger, pulling a curl tight and then letting it spring back as the other alpha slid the warmth of the towel up Jill’s belly, cleaning off sweat, sex, and cooling her skin.

She let out a soft purr, and then smiled. Her hair fell around her nose, and rather than displace herself enough to move it, she just let it stay there, tickling her nose, until she sneezed. The two bears stared at her for a second, and then both cracked laughs.

“What?” she said, curling up between the two of them, and then stretching one of her long legs out and looping it around Rogue, who finally sat down when he was satisfied at having cleaned the sticky sweetness from his mate’s perfect skin.

Rogue shrugged, and King gave him a short glance. “You’re very tall,” he said, in his plain-spoken way.

Jill wiggled her eyebrows. “You just now noticed? That’s usually the second thing anyone says to me, right after talking about how intimidating I am.”

“Why would you intimidate someone?” Rogue asked. “Unless the intimidated person was a werewolf, and you had a gun trained at his head.”

Jill expected to feel emotion overwhelm her after he said that, but instead, she felt purpose. She felt hard and cold, but at the same time, she felt like she was... home?

King shifted his weight and lifted her head from his lap. “I must go,” he announced in that stilted, lovable way he had of speaking. “There are things at home that need attention. The cubs are restless; the youths are trying to range too far, I... I’m afraid with the lupines rampaging, and the helicopters,” he shut his mouth quickly enough to be audible. Then, he shook his head.