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POV - Kallen
As we made our way back to our room, I grabbed Kai-Lea up and put her over my shoulder. She squealed then giggled as I moved at wolf speed to close the distance. Having gotten close enough to the bed I tossed her onto the bed, her body bounced lightly against the mattress, a teasing smile on her lips that made my pulse race. Kai-Lea’s continued giggles echoed in the room for a brief second, but I could see the anticipation brewing in her eyes, her breaths coming quicker now. The way her hair fanned out against the pillows, those wild waves, only made her look even more irresistible.
I pulled off my shirt, and I could feel the heat of her gaze as I tossed it aside. The way her eyes traveled over my chest and then flicked to Stuart sent a thrill through me. Stuart was already by her side, his eyes burning with the same hunger I felt. We had always been in sync, when it came to her, but now it was like we moved with one mind.
Stuart started with slow, deliberate movements, his fingers brushing her skin as he began to undress her. The sound of her breath hitching was like a trigger for both of us. My hands joined his, tugging her clothes away, fingers grazing her skin in the process, every touch sending a shockwave of desire through me. The fabric slid off, piece by piece, revealing her body in all its perfection.
Her scars, the marks of every battle, every trial she had survived, were like badges of honor on her skin, and yet here, in this moment, there was nothing but softness. The vulnerability that flickered in her golden-green eyes drove me insane, knowing how strong she was but seeing her surrender to us like this. It was intoxicating.
I leaned in close, the warmth of her skin radiating against mine as I pressed my lips to the curve of her neck. Her pulse was racing, quick and uneven, each beat echoing against my lips. “You’re ours tonight, Kai-Lea,” I whispered, my voice low and husky as my breath fanned over her skin. Her body responded instantly, arching toward me, the tension in her muscles giving way to desire.
Stuart, ever the careful one, had already moved lower, his hands exploring her curves as if memorizing every inch of her. His touch was slow, almost teasing, as if savoring the build-up, but I could tell she was aching for more. The way her hips shifted, how her fingers tangled in the sheets, her lips parting with a soft whimper—it was enough to drive me wild.
I ran my hand along her side, feeling the shiver that coursed through her body. Her skin was warm beneath my fingers, and the way she responded, the slight tremble of her body, made me want to claim every part of her. I kissed along the length of her collarbone, tasting her, as Stuart's hands roamed lower, exploring the sensitive spots he knew so well.
Her breath caught in her throat as our movements intensified, the room filling with the sound of her soft moans and our heavy breaths. There was something primal in the air, an unspoken understanding between the three of us. We were connected, bound by something more than just the mate bond.
“Goddess, you’re perfect,” I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with desire. Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine, and in that moment, I saw everything—the trust, the vulnerability, the love. She was ours, and we were hers.
Stuart’s lips found the curve of her hip, and I could hear her gasp, her body arching toward us, desperate for more. I grinned, watching the way she responded to him, her body begging for release. But tonight wasn’t about rushing. Tonight, we would take our time.
I moved lower, kissing a trail down her body, my hands gripping her thighs firmly but gently, holding her steady. Her skin was like fire beneath my touch, and every soft whimper, every moan, only made the flames burn hotter.
“Tell us what you need, Kai-Lea,” I whispered, my voice thick with the heat of the moment, but I already knew. She didn’t need to say it. We could feel it, the desire, the longing, the need for something more. Her eyes, darkened with lust, said everything I needed to hear.
Her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her hands reached for me. “I need both of you,” she whispered, her voice shaky, but full of need. “Please.” She said in a whispered beg. Breathing only as to relieve the tensions we were creating for her.
My eyes met Stuart’s, and we shared a silent agreement. Tonight, we’d give her everything she wanted and more.
Stuart moved up beside me, his hands sliding over her skin, adding to the sensations coursing through her. I leaned down, my mouth hovering just above hers as I teased her with a feather-light kiss, drawing out her frustration, her need.
Her hands found their way to my chest, fingers splaying against my skin as she pulled me closer, her lips parting to meet mine with a desperate hunger. The kiss was fierce, raw, as if she was trying to pour every emotion she felt into it—every fear, every ounce of love, every bit of trust.
Stuart’s hands continued their exploration, his mouth following the path mine had left behind, and the combination of sensations had her trembling beneath us.
We moved together, our hands and lips working in perfect harmony to bring her to the edge, her body writhing beneath us, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Kallen. Stuart.” The sound of her voice, calling out our names, sent a rush of satisfaction through me. “Please.”
This was where we belonged—together, tangled in each other, our bodies and hearts completely entwined. As we moved into position she readied her body for what was to come. And in one swift motion we entered her and unlike the quickies or punishments we gave on the trip a few months ago we moved hard and slow allowing for a powerful giving all of who we are to her as gave us every ounce of who she is.