Page 110 of Those That Defy the Realm

Inhaling through my nose, my wolf surges forward. Both their scents wash through me, over me and lock deep into my brain. Having marked them both previously, the connection is already strong, but it pales in comparison to what is about to happen. I’ve always been truly connected to my wolf form but this requires me to hover somewhere in between my two forms. I need to keep my human body but allow my canines to shift so that I can bite my mates.

“Please, Ash. Come fuck me,” Claire begs as I break the kiss with Henry.

“How can I say no to that, darling?” I purr as I give her a quick kiss as well.

Grabbing the bottle of lube again, I slick up my aching shaft as I move into position. I add more to her asshole as well, pushing it inside with a finger.

Fuck me, the tight feel of her when she’s already stuffed with Henry’s cock is euphoria on my hand, it’s going to be utopia when I push my dick in.

Being careful of Henry’s legs, especially his prosthetic, I straddle his thighs to line myself up.

“I’m going to need you to lean forwards, darling,” I say to Claire, gently pushing her spine. She moves forward, putting her hands on either side of Henry’s shoulders.

Guiding the head of my cock to her rear entrance, I gently push just the tip inside.

“Fuck,” Claire gasps as Henry says, “Gods above.”

Even with just an inch of my dick inside her, I can feel him. The thin barrier between us, our female connecting us all. The rush of love and belonging that overwhelms my chest as I slide in deeper threatens to white out my vision. This is it, my mates. We’re together, safe—relatively speaking—and nothing is going to break us apart ever again.

We’re all panting as I bottom out.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Henry says, his voice a husky rasp.

“How you doing, darling?” I ask Claire.

“I’m fine,” she replies. “Better than fine. Splitting in two and it feels like an intensity I’ve never felt before but it’s good.”

“You’re doing so well, mate,” Henry praises her, and that word from his lips sends my heart soaring.

“You’re such a good girl for us,” I add as I slowly ease back before thrusting forward.

More expletives erupt from their mouths, but they quickly turn to moans as I find a rhythm. Henry uses his hands to hold Claire steady as he tentatively starts to move as well, finding a synchronicity with me with ease.

We move as one, heating the air around us, making it hot and humid with our mingled heavy breaths and friction between our bodies. Henry’s earlier trepidation about being overhead seems totally forgotten as he doesn’t hold back.

“Fuck, fuck, gods,” he curses with every thrust of our bodies.

“I’m close,” Claire says. “But I need…”

“Yes?” I encourage. “Tell us, what do you need?”

“I need, please touch my clit.”

Henry immediately pulls his right hand from her side. Swirling his tongue around his thumb to wet the tip he slips between their bodies and gives our girl what she needs.

Her body goes impossibly tighter around our shafts as she reaches the peak and she cries out in pure ecstasy as her climax hits her. I grip onto her hips to keep her steady as she pulses around my cock and pushes back onto us, getting us impossibly deeper.

Henry surges up and whispers in her ear, “I love you, I cannot wait to be bonded to you for the rest of our time, in this life and the next. I know my soul will recognise yours anywhere.”

Then he sinks his fangs into her neck.

Claire cries out as more pleasure cascades throughout her body. I gently move her hair off her neck so I can see the moment. Henry’s eyes, which had been closed, spring open and burn into my soul as he drinks from our female. Time seems to slow as I etch every single detail of this moment into my brain. I love them so entirely, with every cell of my being, it feels like my duty to record this exchange for all time.

It’s over quickly, Henry barely takes a couple of mouthfuls before he pulls back and licks the wounds on her neck. The bite marks are slightly more than the pinpricks he usually leaves and I wonder if the mating requires something a little deeper.

“Your turn,” Henry says, locking eyes with me again.

Claire straightens as much as she can from where she’s sandwiched between us, but manages to lean her head back onto my chest.