22. And Then There Were Three

Her body must have known it would be alright to heal, and in her sleep against her wishes, her body healed the damage from the wound. However, the magic that flowed within her blood did not know how to counteract the venom from the bite and it could leave its mark and scar behind.

Little more than an hour passed when Caleb returned to camp. The remains of the deer were tossed out for other animals to feast on and Farrel had laid out on the tarp with Emmalyn burrowed against him. The Alpha woke, peering briefly at Caleb as he settled down behind his mate. They said nothing and did not need to with their link. Farrel merely closed his eyes to let himself drift back to sleep.

Behind Emmalyn, Caleb slid in close to her back, slipping his arm around her waist to draw her a little away from Farrel. Emmalyn moved a bit in her sleep when Caleb returned from hunting, sensing he was nearby. She whimpered softly until he nestled up behind her. She quieted down a bit, wiggling a little to get comfortable between the two men.

Through the night, the Alpha at Emmalyn’s back inched subtly closer to her. He did it in his sleep, subconsciously seeking her heat. Farrel’s shattered dreams filled with images of her and the memory of her warmth around him. Her sweet scent overwhelmed everything else around them.

It was no surprise that in the hour that dawn approached when Farrel woke; he was fully erect and pressed against one firm curve of her bottom. His hand drifted from her hip to her waist during the night, bringing that thick shirt with it. Caleb’s thoughts were blank in his mind, so he knew without looking that his blood brother was asleep. As was his mate.

Emmalyn didn’t know what she was dreaming of, but she was safe and warm all around her. The past couple of nights had given her the most restful sleep in her life because of the activities that she had engaged in during that time. Thankfully though, because of her healing, she wasn’t as sore as she should have been, having her virginity taken and then the continued sexual encounters that followed.

There was no sense in hesitating. Farrel did not have the worries that they had with their human emotions. He wanted her, even though she was another’s mate. He had his own kind of claim to her having been her first. It did not hold the weight that a mate bonding did. But he still felt connected to her. He still felt that burning, blinding desire to have her. He moved towards her, slipping his knee between her thighs to part them before he slid his hand down. Slow but sure motions moved his fingers along her pussy, toying with her clit and moving his fingers into her tight passage to draw out her wetness. Still sleeping, her legs opened for Farrel when his knee urged them apart. She murmured something in her sleep but didn’t wake fully. In her dream, she was in the hot springs again; the water moving over her skin.

Shuffling in towards her, he arched his back and pushed his hips forward. The blunt tip of his cock slid along her slick petals, probing gently before he gradually drew her backward onto him, stretching her bit by bit until his balls pressed firmly to her soft netherlips.

She gasped softly when he entered her fully. Her eyes sprang open as another soft moan moved over her lips. She was disoriented at first, not sure what was going on. Caleb was still in front of her and, from what she could tell, not awake yet. She looked down and his body was lying next to her, not in her. Emmalyn twisted a bit to look over her shoulder and saw that it was Farrel behind her. She glanced back at Caleb, not sure what to do.

Caleb’s face was a mask of subtle confusion as Emmalyn woke. He felt her emotions and the lust in her body, but he did not mirror it. He grew more awake, inhaling the scent of her musk and the pheromones Farrel was sending off. His gold eyes snapped open, landing directly on Emmalyn’s dark eyes.

Farrel did not feel her tension. All he heard were her moans. All he felt was the grasping of her hot sex, pulling at his shaft as he drew out and thrust back in. His free hands shifted, one planting against her back to keep her angled just right while the other swept up her body to grip one of her silky smooth breasts. As his fingers gently pinched and rolled her nipple, he lengthened his thrusts, fully savoring the feel of her on him once more.

All the while, Caleb searched Emmalyn’s eyes. He fed off the link between them and only felt her worry over him. Her body seemed to want Farrel as much as she had wanted him back in the hot spring. As long as she wanted it, then so did he. He smiled faintly at her, encouraging her with a slight nod. There was a soft brush across her belly; a third hand moving down and gently pressed one blunt digit against her clit and rubbed it in slow circles.

Emmalyn gasped softly, not expecting Caleb’s nod of approval and certainly not his willingness to join in as well. It was almost too much for her. Both men were giving her body so much attention and her body was demanding more. She moaned softly again, reaching out with one hand to put it at the back of Caleb’s neck. They weren’t far apart at all, so it was only a slight movement for her to ease herself up to him, pressing her lips against his as she kissed him.

Her other hand moved down his body, her fingers finding him and wrapping around him. Emmalyn moved her hand up and down him to the same rhythm that Farrel moved in and out of her. She couldn’t take pleasure in this without knowing that he was as well. She needed that in order to feel whole. The three of them were there, fulfilling a lustful triangle of need.

Emmalyn was the conduit between them both, and she didn’t mind. She was receiving pleasure from each of them and giving it in return. It seemed right to her, in some strange fashion. She had strong connections with both of them, wanted both of them, and could claim to love both of them.

Caleb stiffened fully barely seconds after Emmalyn touched him. He groaned into her mouth, lips working across hers; coaxing, pushing, and prying her into opening up for him. Falling directly into the rhythm his mate and her lover were working in, he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth; barely lingering long enough to slither across hers. His hips rolled, sliding his hard length along her stroking hand. Each time she increased her pace, his fingers would rub faster over her clit; tips circling and spreading her slick honey into that erect little nub.

Emmalyn knew how the male body worked, but it still amazed her to see and feel how fast Caleb’s body reacted to just her touch alone. Her fingers gripped him strongly, stroking him boldly as her lips parted for him, her tongue moving out to touch and dance with his. She mimicked his tongue’s movements as he thrust into her tight hand. She moaned deeply and loudly against his mouth, not caring if any other others could hear, and even see them.

Farrel was in control of them both. Through Emmalyn, he conducted their movements and reaction with an ease that seemed downright frightening. His thoughts crossed over to Caleb in a heartbeat and when he rolled to his back and brought the lovely healer with him. Her mate moved with her. One hand still at her back, holding her arched up above him, he stroked her belly. His fingertips danced downwards, replacing Caleb’s at her clit as the younger male shifted between her legs. Once he was in position, he let his hand wander back to her breasts, squeezing one, then the other.

She rolled easily with Farrel, and Caleb followed. She continued to kiss him, her hand moving over him, coaxing him. It was the first time she had done anything like that, but she had watched him the night before in the spring and was trying to do what she thought he liked. Soft whimpers and moaned still escaped her as the men moved and changed positions, one stopping and the other starting.

His legs spread, feet planted down for leverage as Caleb pressed the underside of his cock against Emmalyn’s clit. Farrel pounded up into her dripping pussy, bouncing her slight frame around on him while moving her against her mate. Caleb groaned low, moving Emmalyn’s hand down to urge her to hold him down against her body as he thrust his own hips in time with the motions; throbbing shaft sawing back and forth against her nub.

Caleb moved between her legs and began moving his hard cock along her sensitive clit. It was more intense than when it had just been their fingers. She could feel the ridges and smooth skin as he worked across her. Her hand shifted, moving like he urged her to, and held him against her as his thrusts moved against that button.

Her body was held still by Farrel, but still moved with each upward thrust. Emmalyn could swear she could feel him move almost all the way out before all the way back in. She felt every inch of him as he slid into her waiting warmth. Her whimpering came faster, more desperate the longer they continued.

Gradually, Farrel lowered Emmalyn down until he pressed her back along his chest. Both hands massaged and firmly squeezed her breasts while he lightly nuzzled her neck. He breathed in her scent, teeth grazing her skin and nipping along the twin circle scar at her shoulder. His blood was flowing far hotter than normal and everywhere his skin touched her, it almost burned. Still all too aware of her fragility, he slackened his control a fraction and increased his pace, his long, thick penis flying in and out of her, stabbing in again and again with rough upward jabs.

Around them, the others had only been sleeping a few hours, woke to the potent scent of sex and the groaning and whimpering that was coming from all three of them. The two hunters immediately rolled to their feet and hurried out of the clearing to give them privacy, but the one remaining male not under Farrel’s Alpha status stayed to watch. His dark, almost onyx-colored eyes drank in the sight of the little human being ravaged. Her scent was mouth-watering even with the two males swirling around it. His hand ventured down, pushing the waist of his trousers down to free massively engorged cock. The bear-sized male began stroking himself, inhaling in slow deep breaths to take in Emmalyn’s arousal.

Caleb, too far drawn into the web of lust around them to notice the lurker, sped his own thrusts to keep with Farrel’s pace. Under the pressure of Emmalyn’s small hand and the slick glide of her juices coating him, he hardly needed to be in her to have his own climax charging rapidly towards the edge. It didn’t help that he could feel Emmalyn’s pleasure and Farrel’s. He broke their kiss, swirling his tongue slowly around hers, completely contradicting the speed of their sexes moving below.

“Do you want me to cum in you, love?” he panted.

“Yes!” she cried out.

Both males could feel how close she was. With the trinity linked between them, her orgasm there on the verge of cresting fairly caused her to vibrate on them. Caleb’s motions stuttered to a stop, and he pushed her hand away so he could rub the head of his cock against her clit rapidly, urging her body to that peak it needed.

Farrel’s thrusts slowed and lengthened once more; ramming heavily up into her body one rolling thrust at a time as he swelled inside her. Her keening cry, the very last straw holding them all together. There was a slice of burning pain as he bit down sharply into her newly healed shoulder, across her fresh scars. He muffled his howling cry as his balls tightened almost painfully to unload hot streams of seed deep into Emmalyn’s yielding body. He pressed his hips tight against her, gently bucking as he came to jiggle her on his cock and extend her own release as much as he could.

The sensations were too much, and it pushed her over the edge just as Farrel bit down on her shoulder. Her cries of pleasure mixed with pain as they moved through her body. She recognized it as the same pain from the night before and fought hard not to heal it, though her body fought her on it. She was taking too much sexual abuse for her body not to heal, and it knew it. It overrode her desire not to in order to spare her.

Farrel slid from her, and Caleb was in her before her body could even drift into that afterglow. Hot, hard, and near rabid having to hold back after they had spent themselves. Caleb’s hands gripped her hips, holding her tightly as he jerked her into every pistoning stroke he delivered to her quivering sex. One hand slid forward, pressing his thumb over her clit and rubbing it furiously to force another orgasm from her. The moment she tightened, the very second her walls clamped down again, he came with a keening howl more animal than man. His hips jerked, twitching out a few more thrusts as his cum flooded into her, mingling with Farrel’s and overflowing her sex.

On the other side of camp, the large male came silently. His teeth grit to hold in his own noises as his thick seed spilled over his pumping hand. He watched, completely enthralled by the way the little human squirmed and took both males so willingly. Before they finished, he had gotten up, cleaned himself off in the snow, and slunk off after the others.

Once they were both spent, she felt back against Farrel, exhausted. She closed her eyes, the pain in her shoulder causing it to throb with each heartbeat. She grit her teeth, breathing in and out through her nose. But, even as she lay there in pain, the fresh wound sealed and darkened, scar tissue forming the dark circle, completing the mark that they had made on her flesh.

When her body finished healing, her breathing returned to normal as her head lulled to the side, falling deeply asleep again from exhaustion.