Selene’s POV~
The air was filled with desire and the intoxicating scent of two mated pairs. I was utterly bare, clinging to Luca, my legs naturally straddling his waist.
His mouth was a searing brand against my skin. He was devouring my breasts, biting and sucking with a hunger that bordered on pain, right through the flimsy fabric of what remained of my top, now thoroughly wet with his saliva.
The sensation was imdiate and intense, making moan his na as my fingers instinctively gripped the dark silk of his hair, pulling him closer.
The sharp, sweet tug of his mouth made a helpless arch in my back, a raw, animalistic pleasure spreading low in my core, making feel desperately, wonderfully wet for him.
His hands were a firm, demanding presence, cupping my bare waist with a possessive strength that warned against any movent of retreat. I was his, and he was making sure I knew it.
Suddenly, a sharp gasp tore from my throat, and my eyes flew open in shock.
I felt another pair of hands...larger, colder, but just as possessive clamping onto my hips, pulling my weight slightly backward. A deep voice, a silken, dangerous baritone, whispered right against the sensitive skin of my ear.
"So our mate has finally decided to beco horny for her mates, hmm? Too bad you didn’t ask ."
Luca didn’t stop his fierce attention to my chest. He just paused for a millisecond, a low, frustrated growl rumbling in his throat, before he continued his devastating work, as if he were already entirely aware of the new presence.
My face flushed a deep, imdiate scarlet. I stamred the na that belonged to the voice behind .
"L-Lucian... you..."
The man behind pulled impossibly tighter against his hard chest, his entire body pressing flush against my back, his face buried in the curve of my neck. His hands, massive and possessive, gripped my hips like twin anchors.
"Why can’t I be here?" Lucian’s voice was a deep purr of displeasure. "Are you not satisfied with , Selene? Or do you not like ?" His tone was deeply possessive, laced with a wounded edge.
I shivered, the combination of two dominant Alpha presences overwhelming. "No," I managed to whisper, feeling utterly exposed and trapped. "It’s not like that."
"Then what is it?" he demanded, his breath hot on my skin.
Before I could answer, Lucian’s hands, which had been resting firmly on my hips, moved down and cupped my honeypot...my most intimate center. Then, with a sudden, decisive lift, he transitioned from Luca’s lap to his own.
Luca responded instantly to the loss of contact. He grunted in frustration, lifting his head from my breast only to sink his teeth hard into my sensitive nipple.
"Huh!" I gasped, the shock of the double possession making my eyes snap wide open.
But the gasp turned into a choked sound of pure, acute sensation when I felt one of Lucian’s fingers, suddenly slip inside my most intimate part.
"Lucian" I whispered his na, tilting my head back against Lucian’s chest as he instantly began to explore.
Lucian only smiled, his cheek resting against the top of my head, his voice a low, mocking threat. "Little mate, don’t forget you are bound to not one or two monsters, but four. And you have to accept us."
Luca finally looked from below and t my gaze and then took my hands and placed them against his own cheeks, making hold his face. "We easily get jealous of each other," he confessed, though there was a hint of hesitation and a deep, underlying fear in his eyes...the fear that I might reject them.
Lucian humd against my breast, a sound of dark agreent.
My eyes widened at the shared intensity, the raw, demanding unity of the brothers. But in that mont, the fear finally cracked, replaced by a reckless, powerful surge of my own wolf’s acceptance. I had been running. Now, I would claim.
I smirked and kissed Luca’s hand where it rested on his cheek.
"I am very well aware that the Moon Goddess has given four of the best n," I said, my voice low and firm. "And I will love them equally."
That sentence was enough to ignite the simring jealousy. Lucaian’s jaw tightened at the fact that I had just kissed Luca’s hand while he was the one possessing from behind. In response, his finger inside pushed even deeper, stretching imdiately and painfully.
"Shh... little mate," he murmured, his voice now ragged. "It will be hard for you. But don’t worry, you will get used to it."
He stretched again, slower this ti, but firmly. I leaned back into his chest, a deep, shuddering gasp escaping .
My eyes flew open again when I felt a sudden, familiar pressure joining Lucian’s finger.
It was Luca.
Luca had lifted my thigh and inserted one of his own fingers into , his face twisted in a look of possessive frustration.
"Fuck! Why are you so tight?" he growled low in his throat. "With Lucian’s finger, there’s not even a little place for mine!"
"Ahhh!" I hissed, writhing on Lucian’s lap as the dual penetration beca too much, a shocking mix of exquisite pain and blinding pleasure. "You! Who asked you to insert two?"
Lucian chuckled, the sound vibrating through my body. "Then how are you going to take us, Selene? And we are way bigger than these fingers," he taunted, his finger inside now stroking slowly, steadily.
I bit down hard on my lip to stifle a scream. As Lucian began to stroke slowly and deeply, his other hand didn’t waste a mont. It tore down the flimsy, ruined remnants of my top, exposing my already swollen, red breasts. They jerked open, inviting him, and his hands didn’t hesitate. He fondled them instantly.
I hissed as the rough touch t my sore breasts, still red and aching from Luca’s fierce suction.
But Luca wasn’t finished. He found my hand, now free from his hair, and guided it down. He placed my palm firmly around the straining, thick length of him, the heat and hardness shocking my senses. I instinctively rubbed my hand against him, and he groaned loud and low, a sound of imdiate, deep satisfaction.
His finger inside began moving constantly, matching Lucian’s rhythm.
The combination of the deep, dual penetration, the constant, demanding touch on my breasts, and the hard, throbbing presence of Luca’s arousal against my palm was too much.
My mind exploded, my consciousness dissolving into sensation. The pleasure built instantly, reaching a shattering climax inside , a pool of exquisite heat ready to burst any second.
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