Chapter Fifty-Nine: A Bond Strengthened
Charlie lay atop the pile of blankets and pillows, her body warm from the lingering sensations from the orgasm Luther gave to her. Her breath came in soft gasps as she tried to ground herself, but the feel of his lips against her skin still lingered, sending small sparks through her with every thought. Just as she began to relax, Liam leaned over her, his lips descending in a soft yet commanding kiss.
His hand slid along her arm, then to her side, tracing the curves of her body with a tenderness that made her feel treasured. His touch was unhurried, deliberate, as though he wanted to commit every inch of her to memory. She sighed into the kiss, her hands gripping lightly at his shoulders, relishing the way he made her feel both desired and safe.
She sensed Luther’s presence shift, and a soft whimper escaped her lips at the loss of him between her still aching thighs. But when her eyes fluttered open, she saw him sitting on her other side, watching her intently. He reached for her, his large hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing along her skin with the lightest of touches.
“I’m right here,” Luther murmured, his voice low and full of reassurance. His gaze locked with hers, the intensity in his eyes making her heart stutter. It was as though the entire world had narrowed to just the two of them, their bond forming a connection that words could never fully capture.
Her attention wavered briefly as Liam rose to strip away his clothing, the firelight casting warm shadows over his strong, sculpted frame. She found herself staring, captivated by the sheer power of him, and Charlie’s breath caught as her eyes traced the lines of his muscles.
A soft chuckle from Luther brought her back to the present. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly averted her gaze, though a small smile tugged at her lips.
“Like what you see, little mate?” Luther teased, his voice filled with warmth.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, a bashful smile tugging at her lips as she turned her face away. “Maybe,” she whispered, the word barely audible.
Luther leaned in, brushing a kiss along her temple, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “You’re allowed to look, Charlie. You are ours.”
Liam returned to her side, his presence a steady reassurance as he reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. “And we are yours,” he added, his voice filled with certainty. His free hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin.
He cradled her face in his hands, pressing a series of feather-light kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips. Each kiss carried a quiet promise, a vow of devotion that filled her with a profound sense of belonging. “Every part of us is yours.”
Luther moved closer, his hand resting lightly on her side. “You’re our heart, Charlie,” he said, his voice low but filled with emotion. “And always will be as long as we both draw breath.”
Charlie’s chest tightened at their words, the depth of their love and devotion wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.
Liam’s touch lingered a moment longer before he shifted, his movements unhurried as he knelt beside her. His deep gaze met hers, his lips curving into a soft, reassuring smile. “Let me take care of you,” he said gently, his voice steady and full of promise.
Charlie’s cheeks flushed as she nodded, her trust in him unwavering. She watched as Liam moved, settling himself between her legs. Her breath hitched as his hands slid down her thighs, his touch warm and grounding. He placed a kiss just above her knee, the gesture both tender and filled with intention, his gaze never leaving hers.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Her heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his tone melting away any lingering nervousness. She let out a soft exhale, her fingers brushing against the blankets beneath her as she tried to steady herself. The feel of his hardened length prodding at her entrance nearly broke her confidence but Luther leaned over and captured her attention with his lips.
He pushed at her lips, demanding entrance for his tongue that still had the taste of her coating it. A moan of pleasure escaped her, allowing Liam to slide his hard cock into the hilt before he stopped. She could feel his hands tighten along her thighs, his control nearly gone from just the slightest touch from her warm core.
She couldn’t deny that she liked the rougher treatment from him and couldn’t wait for him to start moving his hips. When he finally let go of whatever was holding him back, he began to move his hips at an increasing speed. The feeling of his cock stretching and filling her quickly became too much and she felt herself climbing to the edge within seconds before she crashed over it with a cry of pleasure.
Liam let out a mighty roar, sending the critters in the area scattering for cover. His movements became erratic and it didn’t take long before he gave in to the pleasure, the warmth from his orgasm coating her insides. Charlie’s wolf purred in her mind, content with the idea that our encounter here could result in a pup.
Before either of them could come down from their high, Liam is shoved away by Luther who quickly took his place. Luther wasted no time before he slammed his cock deep inside of her, making her body jerk up from the movement and from pleasure. Embarrassment flooded her from how much she enjoyed his rough treatment, but Liam didn't give her time to dwell on it.
His hands and lips began to explore her body, settling on her sensitized peaks as Luther continued to slam into her as if he had waited a lifetime for this moment. Charlie’s body writhed beneath them, her system overloaded by the influx of sensations that each of them were causing in her.
When the feeling of another strong orgasm built in her stomach, she let it go with a cry of their name on her lips. Both wolves growled in pleasure, pleased to hear their name on their mate’s lips.
The pistoning of Luther’s hips goes into overdrive, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room as he slams into her with maddening speed. It doesn’t take long for him to find his release. His head moved backward as a wolfish growl erupts from his chest, his body tensing slightly as he let go.
Luther collapsed on top of her, his cock still embedded in her heat. His chest moved in and out as he attempted to catch his breath with loud pants. Charlie’s fingers moved up to stroke along his back without thought, her entire being completely content in this moment with the two of them.
As the fire crackled softly beside them, Charlie felt the last remnants of her fear fade away. For the first time in her life, she felt truly seen, truly loved. And in that moment, she knew she was exactly where she belonged—with them, always.
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