Page 67 of Those That Defy the Realm

But live video? Yeah, we’ve yet to do this.

“Fuck, yes please.” My voice is already a little whiny and full of need. “I need to see you both naked.”

“Let me just set up the camera properly,” Ash replies. “I had a particular idea in mind.”

Claire’s cheeks blush that beautiful rose colour, telling me Ash has already given her an outline of the plan.

I wonder if they’ve been fooling around before calling me.

We’d also talked about sex before I left. During our hooking up deal, we’d agreed that any pairing could partake in some shared orgasms as well as all three of us being together. We just had to be honest about it and tell the third party whenever it happened. Now, I’d told them I didn’t need to know. As they were both together, I assumed they’d be having sex. If I wanted details, I’d ask.

And it wasn’t because I was jealous. Quite the opposite. I trusted them implicitly and liked knowing that they were being intimate without me. Claire I think in particular, was benefitting from it. Not that I think Ash is working miracles, but I know he’ll be treating our girl right whilst I’m so far away. I don’t want her to feel like she can’t seek him out just because I’m not there, not when her confidence has just started to return.

Ash, who is also shirtless, blocks my view entirely with his pecs and his clavicles as he arranges the phone. I’m not complaining. Despite just drinking blood, my fangs descend at the view of his skin, of that juncture between his neck and his shoulder where I’d like to sink my fangs into.

I haven’t drunk from either of them since we started hooking up, the risk of creating a mate bond too significant. It doesn’t mean I haven’t been fantasizing about it, however, with growing frequency.

Stepping away from the screen, Ash reveals part of Claire’s room that takes me by surprise. He must’ve put the phone on her dresser for what I can see is the wall containing her door lined up on the left side of the view, and a view of her desk and window on the opposite side.

They’re off screen for several seconds and I’m about to ask what is going on when Claire lets out a high pitched squeal and they burst into view, Ash shoving our female up into the wall beside the door frame having picked her up by her thighs.

Naked. There isn’t a single item of clothing on them like there was when they started the call. I get almost a full pan view of their bodies—I do get all of Claire’s—as her thighs wrap tightly around Ash’s waist as he grips her ass to hold her up. Not that I think his hands are strictly needed with how hard he has her pinned to the wall. There isn’t even a fraction of a millimetre between their chests. Her breasts pushed into his pecs. Their abs work in tandem as their breathing picks up.

Their lips find one another’s in a heated kiss that raises the temperature of my blood. Fuck, they look so good together. Acres of pale flesh, hers freckled from the summer, his smooth and unblemished.

She starts with her hands locked around his neck but then moves them down his biceps, cups his jaw and works her fingers through his hair like she knows I love to do. Meanwhile, his hands continue squeezing the flesh of her ass, his palms wide so they also cover the tops of her thighs as he grinds her into the wallpaper. I don’t know where to look, my eyes bouncing around the phone screen.

He breaks the kiss first, but only so he can put his lips to her jaw, before trailing them lower, onto her neck.

“Hold your hair out of the way, love,” Ash says loud enough so he knows I’ll hear. “I want Henry to see the marks I put on your skin.”

Claire complies, sweeping her beach swept locks up onto her head and holding it there with one hand.

My dick is straining in my boxers but I’m too enraptured by the show they’re putting on to remove them for now. Diving my free hand under the waist band, I palm myself in a tight grip.

Ash does indeed suck on Claire’s delicate throat hard enough to leave red marks on her skin. As he moves to the other side I stare at those reddened circles, my breaths faltering at knowing how close her blood is to her skin.

“Are you wet for us already?” Ash asks into her flesh.

“Yes,” she pants.

“Tell our voyeur how much you want him to see you take my dick, darling.”

Gods alive and dead, I might just combust from the show they’re putting on.

“I do,” Clarie says, her head snapping towards the phone so we make eye contact. “I hope you’re watching Henry. I hope you know I’m wet for you too. Knowing you’re watching, that you’re here with us.”

Precum leaks from my cock like a faucet. “I’m right here, baby. You’re making me so hard looking at you.”

“You better be treating that cock to a good time,” Ash chimes in, manoeuvring the woman in his arms slightly until he can safely slip the hand I can see further under her parted thighs.

I can tell the moment his fingers find her core because she cries out in sweet pleasure. “I’m having a hard job not blowing too soon,” I respond to Ash’s remark.

“You can’t come until I say you can.” I don’t know which of us Ash is speaking to but we both reply in the affirmative. As challenging as it might be, I really don’t want this to be over quickly.

After a few pulses with his fingers, Ash is shifting once again, lining his perfect, thick dick up and pushing inside our girl in one long thrust. Her head tilts back against the wall, once again showing me those red bite marks on her neck. A groan releases from my throat, nothing existing except for the images on the screen in my hand.

Ash fucks our girl hard, in long thrusts, making her body thud against the wall each time he buries himself to the hilt insider her. I’d be worried it's a little too rough except for the utterly delectable sounds she’s making as he does it.