Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
We stay like that for a long while, both of them content to just kiss and touch me. When Dora wants my mouth, I turn my head and then Bethiah is on my ear, her teeth giving me gentle love-bites.
It’s probably the most careful we’ve ever been with each other, but the connection feels needed. It’s like we’re finally realizing what we mean to each other, and taking a moment to celebrate it, to simply revel in the knowledge of it. I kiss each one of them, full of love for both Dora and Bethiah, in their differences and how well we all three fit together.
How I am truly wanted between them. How keffing good it feels.
I kiss Dora and then turn and kiss Bethiah again. “Now you two kiss each other,” I tell them. “Show me.”
“I have a better plan,” Dora says, sitting up. She casts a grin at Bethiah and puts a hand on my belt, undoing the auto-fastener. “You want his cock or you want me on it?”
“I want it,” Bethiah strokes her hand down my chest, then reaches down and cups my achingly hard cock. “You can play with his tail and his balls.”
I groan as they casually divide my body parts up like I’m a piece of meat.
Dora tugs at my belt and trou. “If that’s the case, then you’re going to have to sit up, love.” She pulls on my clothes and when my skin is revealed, her mouth goes there, licking and sucking at my lower stomach. “Unless you want us to take turns instead of both of us on you at once?”
The thought makes my cock twitch in response. “However you want me. I’m not gonna say no to any of it.”
“Then stand up,” Bethiah says. She’s been unusually quiet. Normally she’s the loud one, the one that can’t help but bark out orders or make jokes. She watches me with intense eyes, though, and I know she’s still emotional over my injuries. It’s going to take some time for that to heal, I suspect, and I feel guilty that I put her through that.
I shouldn’t have put either of them through that.
“I love you both,” I say, my voice husky with emotion. I cup Bethiah’s cheek and turn to Dora, who’s wrestling with my trou. “You know you’re everything to me, right?”
“We know,” Dora says, and gives my clothing another tug. “And we can be emotional in a moment. For now…are you going to stand up so your mates can show you how much we care? Or do you just want words instead of actions?”
“I want it all,” I admit. “Words, actions, everything.”
“So stand up,” Dora demands again, tapping an impatient finger on my abdomen. She abandons my trou and hops off the bed, pulling off her own bodysuit and then gesturing for Bethiah to join her.
I prop up on my elbows, watching from my viewpoint in the bed as Bethiah gets up and Dora undresses her. Kef me, what a gorgeous sight. When Dora’s hands skim over Bethiah’s bared skin, I groan. “Touch each other.”
“Soon.” Bethiah steps out of her clothes and drops to her knees on the floor, looking over at me with an enticing glance. “We want to make you feel good, first.”
I’d be an absolute keffing fool to resist what they’re offering, and I get to my feet. I can’t help but notice that they both tense as I stand, and Bethiah’s gaze goes to my leg, as if she’s waiting to see it fail again.
“I’m fine,” I reassure them both. I take a few steps forward and caress Bethiah’s jaw, because she seems like she needs more reassurance than Dora. Our human mate never left my side, from what I’ve been told, but Bethiah is used to running from her feelings. She’s going to need more time to work through things.
Bethiah nods and then both of them put their hands on me, caressing my legs as they finish undressing me.
“It looks different than your last one,” Dora comments, running her fingers over my new leg. “Does it feel different?”
“Not too different.” I don’t want to turn it into a big deal, because then they’ll get upset all over again.
Dora stands up behind me and her arms go around my waist. She slides one hand lower, wrapping her fingers around the base of my shaft. “He’s all yours, Bethiah. Taste him.”
Bethiah puts one hand on my thigh, then the other. She looks up at me, her gaze vulnerable and full of emotion…and then her lips close over my cock and she takes me into her mouth.
I groan with wonder at how good her mouth feels, gloving my cock with wet heat.
“We’re no good apart,” Dora breathes. “Any of us. You realize that, right? We’re people that don’t fit quite right unless you put all three of us together. And then it’s magic. Pure magic.”