She hissed a breath between her clenched teeth when a pair of fingers slipped into her sex and curled in opposite directions – the two men each had one inside her – somehow both finding places that made the hairs on the back of Jill’s neck stand at attention.
The way Rogue was lying with one leg over hers, and one on the mattress, she could feel his bulge against her hip and immediately wished to feel it where those delicious fingers were. A loud moan escaped her lips, followed by a long, lazy sigh of pleasure.
“The sounds you make,” King said when he came up for air, “your little whimpers, your little gasps. They make me burn to have you.”
“You,” she said, when he turned his eyes to her, “are amazing. I can’t believe this,” suddenly a hitch of emotion choked her to silence. She swallowed hard and blinked a couple of times. “You both never left,” she said.
A sucking kiss on her left breast broke the silence for a moment, and then both fingers turned to stroke the front of Jill’s inner wall. Immediately, a wave of tight tugging from deep inside pulled at them, and either man kissed one side of her neck.
“And we,” King said, before Rogue finished, “never will.”
Her sex grasped her two bears’ fingers, urging them deeper, begging them to stretch her more and more. Instinctively, Jill reached back behind her head to flick off the light. As soon as she did, Rogue got up off the bed and threw the curtain open. Silver moonlight flooded the room with its mid-90s wall paper and California king bed with the posts bolted to the wall.
As she started shaking, Jill realized it was probably a damn good thing this bed frame wasn’t about to move anywhere.
She started twitching, started tugging harder on Rogue and King’s hair. That familiar pulse inside her belly, inside her sex, gripped her, but as soon as her inner muscles started clenching again, the two bears stopped.
“No!” Jill said in something embarrassingly close to a whine. “Why did you stop?”
Rogue got up off the bed a second time, and ripped away the hula girl and barracuda patterned swim trunks she made him buy. King stood and stripped off his black-with-blue-stripes board shorts. She thought they were fitting.
But when she saw what came out of them? Those, she thought, were going to fit a whole lot better.
“Oh get over here,” she said, chewing on her lip. “You can’t torture me like this.”
As soon as one of them was in reach, Rogue this time, Jill reached out, wrapped her fingers around the thickest part of him and took him between her lips. She rolled her tongue around, shivering with his taste.
She tried to think, tried to talk, but the animal passion she felt welling up inside her made it impossible. She gripped Rogue and then moved her tongue to King for a moment. Back and forth she went until she felt as frenzied as those wolves.
A shudder crept through Jill, even as she tried to push that memory out of her mind. The howling, the screams...
A hand on her shoulder, squeezing patiently, brought her back to the present. She looked up to see Rogue and King both staring down at her, both smiling broadly with their eyes twinkling. “We’re here,” Rogue said. “And you’re safe,” King added. “This is the way of things, whether or not you’re,” he paused. “Scared?” Rogue finished for him.
King nodded. “There’s no reason to cry, no reason to be afraid. We’re with you, you’re with us.”
“Fate?” Jill asked, pulling Rogue out of her mouth and trailing her tongue down him one more time.
Instead of answering, the two bears lifted her off her knees and lay her back gently on the mattress. A flood of kisses from her neck to her toes took away the fear, the uncertainty, and the terrible memories that momentarily haunted her.
She felt a tongue slide between her folds, and then a finger. Then, she heard a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated her clit. “Her taste,” King growled. “Her scent, she’s...”
Jill felt thick, hard hair grow against her skin. The hair on both men’s arms, and their beards, both grew shaggier. Between her legs, she felt the prickle and then the gentle softness. Rogue’s eyes flashed more brilliantly, and King’s did the same.
“Take me,” she whispered. “Make me your mate,” Jill swallowed hard. “Forever, whatever you have to do.”
Rogue slid to the mattress and pulled her up on top of his thickly muscled stomach. For a moment, Jill ground on him, his washboard abs working like the palm of her hand to thrill her clit. “So wet,” she was moaning. “I’m so wet, I can’t... I can’t take this anymore.”
She reached back, circling his erection with her fingers, and lifted her hips to guide his tip inside. Jill threw her head back, and as soon as she did, King got up on the bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her chest, taking her breasts into his hands and gently pinching, softly pulling at her nipples as he kissed her neck.
A deep, aching pain that melted to pleasure seconds later flooded Jill’s body as she took her lover, her mate, inside.
“Slowly,” King whispered in her ear before he sucked at her neck once more. “Go slowly. We’ll never let you hurt.”
“I,” Jill said, before pausing to gasp as Rogue’s hips met hers, and he filled her completely, “I said I wanted you to make me scream.”
A faint, impish grin crossed her lips before her mouth fell open again as Rogue lifted her and then slid back inside, softly moaning her name as he did.
The next breath she drew was full of King’s scent – sweat and something else she couldn’t place, something that made her nerves flare and the mark on her chest burn sweetly. She placed her hand on Rogue’s chest, and felt his mark crackle with imagined heat – or was it?
Her breathing was falling in time with his, in perfect rhythm with his increasingly hungry, increasingly powerful thrusts. It was like he needed to feel the deepest parts of her, to experience everything she had.
Grinning down at him, and then closing her eyes and chewing her bottom lip when King bit again, a little harder than before, and pressed his thickness against her back, Jill curled her fingers, scratching hot trails through the hair on Rogue’s chest. He hissed and grabbed her ass, pulling her harder against him, filling her more than she ever thought he could.
For a few brilliant moments, the three of them moved as one, just like that, until Jill lifted off Rogue and bent forward, inviting King inside.
Without a word he stood and pulled her backwards, sliding his cock and warming her all the way. Bracing herself against the bear underneath her, Jill reached back and stroked his softest skin, then flattened her hand against her own sex with her fingers on either side of where he entered her.
She breathed in, filling her lungs with the scent of her bears, and the scent of their sex mixing in the air. She scratched Rogue again and then straightened up, raking her fingers through King’s hair, scratching at his scalp fiercely until he hissed his pleasure and thrust deeper, harder than ever, forcing her back to her hands.
Jill reached behind and pulled King out of her, and then turned to face him before sliding back down onto Rogue. As she opened for him, she slid her lips around King’s tip, tasting herself and him, mixed and perfect. With a shudder so deep it shook her all the way to the core, Jill knew she wasn’t going to last long.
“I’m close,” she whispered, as she pulled away and dug her nails into King’s perfectly muscled ass. “I can’t... oh my God I can’t stop.”
In her hand, as she squeezed, she felt King pulse, at the same time Rogue swelled inside her.
“We have our whole lives,” King whispered, brushing the hair back out of her eyes and tilting Jill’s face up to his. “We don’t ever have to be apart. Scratch harder.”
She did as he said, raking his back once, and then a second time. Rogue thrust, King groaned, and she felt like a wave was about to break against her chest.
His words vibrated inside her, humming in exact frequency with the energy in her heart. She stood up for a brief second, turned around again and guided King deep. The three of them moved as one soul split into three bodies.
All three teetered on the edge.
Jill moved herself from King to Rogue and back again more times than she could remember. She wanted them all, she wanted both at once, but that, she knew would probably be better saved for being a little healthier.
“We have our whole lives,” strummed at her heart.
The first wave of tension brimmed over and passed. She breathed deep and held it until her lungs burned in an anticipation. The second came and went, but the beat of Rogue’s heart under her hand, the heavy throbbing of King’s behind her, she couldn’t handle it anymore.
Jill’s elbows shook and she thought about catching herself before she fell, but just let go anyway.
King followed her, supporting himself on his arms, but letting his bare skin rest on hers. She felt both hearts beating in time with hers, and she knew, right then, right in that very moment, that she was home.
One slipped out and the other took his place – she’d lost track of who was where, but it didn’t matter. There weren’t any lines here, there was no her or Rogue or King, they were all one, at least for right then.