Page 173 of Crucible
Thorin doesn’t look away as he sheds the last of his clothes.
His dick is already half hard when he climbs onto the sleeping bag behind her while I move to lie at our girl’s feet. Anything comes through that tent, and they’ll have to get through me to get to her.
Thorin isn’t put off by our mingled cum.
He swipes the head of his dick back and forth through the mess we made, and the sound of our desires is obscene in the quiet tent. Finally, when he’s fully hard, he lines up his cock with Aurelia’s warm hole and eases inside. Aurelia’s lips part with a gasp, and her fingers dig into Seth’s arm as Thorin sinks himself to the hilt.
He must hit a spot too deep because Aurelia wakes with a start. “Hmm…wha…?”
“Shh,” Seth immediately soothes. “It’s just Thorin, Sunshine. Open up for him.”
“Thorin?”
“I’m here, wolf. Go back to sleep.”
Aurelia sighs in contentment and then blinks tired eyes as they peer through the darkness before finding me lying at her feet.
“Was I good?”
Aw, fuck me. “Yeah, baby.” Crawling the short distance over to her, I kiss her deeply while she still tastes like Seth. “Thank you for being so perfect. Now, do as Thorin says.”
Aurelia drops her head back on the mat and relaxes. “Okay.”
And that’s how we all fall asleep—Seth holding onto his Sunshine for dear life, Thorin nestled deep inside his wolf, and me guarding my Goldilocks against anything and anyone that might ruin this piece of happiness we’ve stolen for ourselves.
Our second chance.
AURELIA
The sun hasn’t finished rising yet, so the frost and fog on the kitchen window block most of my view of the wilds.
A curl is stuck to my sweat-slicked cheek as my fingers sink into the dough I let sit out all night. The counter and my hands are covered in flour with a homestead recipe book open next to me as I attempt to make homemade artisan bread from scratch.
Like my last three attempts, it’s not going well—mostly because I’ve been distracted from the start.
The culprit swirls his hot, wet tongue between my legs, and the hold my teeth have on my bottom lip gives. A low moan slips free, but it seems loud inside the quiet cabin.
It’s still early in the morning. I thought I’d have an hour to myself—long enough to finish the bread at least—before one of them woke to harass and molest me.
It’s hard to feel put out about it when I’m moments from coming.
As if he knows and wants to extend my torture, Seth lifts his head while his fingers continue to work in and out of my cunt.
“How’s that, Sunshine?”
“Amazing,” I answer, panting. “Until you stopped.”
Chuckling, his warm breath skates over my pussy and sends a tingle down to my toes. Seth groans like a man starving when Iwiggle my ass in demand, and then he goes back to making good on the least frightening wish he made at the lake.
With Seth fingering my pussy at the same time he’s eating my ass, I double over the counter and flour and dough and come with a string of expletives and pleas spilling out of my mouth.
I stay where I am while I wait for my legs to stop shaking, and so does Seth—on his knees behind me—while he sinks his teeth into the plump curves of my ass. I know that when I survey my body later, I’ll see the tokens each of them left behind—Seth’s teeth marks, Khalil’s handprints, and the scrapes from Thorin’s stubble between my thighs.
Straightening, I turn to face Seth as he rises to his feet.
“Do you have it?” I ask as soon as he’s towering over me.
“Open.”
