Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I meet Ursa’s eyes and, fuck, I almost blow right then and there.
She looks happy, too. Yeah, she’s got her Domme face on and her grip is unyielding even as Zuri sucks more of me into her mouth, but there’s something soft in Ursa’s eyes that I’ve never seen before. Like she’s let down a layer of wall that I’ve been fighting to get over for so long, I’d lost all hope of it.
I reach down and cup her face. “I love you.”
She raises her brows. “Zuri must be doing something right if you’re talking like that.”
I shake my head. “Don’t do that.” It’s an effort to push the pleasure away, to speak through the need to move. “I mean what I say, Ursa. I love you.”
She parts her lips like she’s going to keep arguing but finally smiles a little. “Show me. Fuck her mouth.”
I try not to let disappointment take hold. Of course she didn’t say it back. She might be quickly becoming my world, she might care about me enough to let me into her home, but I’m still the guy she fucked on the side while living her life alone. It’ll take time to let me in.
And Zuri?
I look down at her big brown eyes and, fuck it, I’m already putting all my shit out there. No reason to stop now. “I love you, too, Zuri.” I thrust a little when she starts to retreat. “Don’t argue with me. Just suck my cock like Ursa told you to.”
She glares a little, but there’s no heat behind it. Especially when Ursa gathers her long dark-red hair back into her fist and holds her immobile. “Now, Alaric.”
I start slow. Slow enough that Ursa glares, a silent command to stop dicking around. I stroke Zuri’s jaw, urging her to relax into it, and then I pick up my pace, sliding into her mouth nearly far enough to gag her before retreating. Over and over again. It feels so fucking good, too fucking good for me to last even with all my training. No one undoes me like these two women. “Mistress, I’m close.”
“Then stop holding back.” Ursa leans forward, bringing Zuri with her, urging her down my cock until she gags. She lets the other woman retreat, pulling her off my cock. “You can take it, can’t you, love?”
Zuri licks her lips, tears streaming from her eyes. “Yes, Mistress.” She sounds halfway to subspace and we’ve barely done anything yet.
“Now.”
I stop holding back.
It’s rough and dirty and Zuri is moaning and crying and, fuck, it’s so hot that I’m fighting not to release. I almost manage to hold out. Until I look down and realize that Ursa has her fingers in Zuri’s pussy. The sight of it shoves me over the edge. I come hard, hard enough to buckle my knees, and Zuri drinks down every bit. And then she keeps sucking my cock, interspersed with little licks that have me moaning and easing back. “Jesus.”
“He has nothing to do with it.” Ursa pulls me down onto the couch next to them, though she doesn’t stop playing with Zuri’s pussy. “Lean back, love.”
I settle in next to them and watch Zuri relax back against Ursa, submitting to everything she’s doing to her without question. This is how it could be with us. How it will be. The rest of it will figure itself out. We have the foundation.
It might be a foundation built on a lot of bullshit, but the bones are good. It wouldn’t be this easy for the three of us to be together if that weren’t the case. Even as the effects of my orgasm fade, the feeling in my chest only gets stronger. Ursa will say that my declaration was because Zuri had her mouth around my cock, but it’s not the truth.
I love them.
I don’t give a shit about timelines or what’s reasonable or all the other things Ursa will try to bring up to prove that I don’t really feel what I feel. It doesn’t change the truth. They wouldn’t twist me up the way they do in their own individual ways if I didn’t love them. Love is messy and beautiful and claws through me harsher than hate ever has. Infatuation isn’t anywhere near as intense, no matter what it feels like in the first throes of it. This is love. I know this is love.
Ursa kisses Zuri’s neck. “Come, love. You earned it this time.”
I watch as she winds Zuri tighter and tighter, until her expression morphs into a bliss that looks almost like pain and she shudders. Ursa angles her back and kisses her. Despite my coming recently, the sight has my cock hardening again. Fuck, but they’re beautiful. So different, and so flawless in their own ways.
Ursa breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Sometime soon, I would like to put on a show in here.” Her lips curve. “You and Zuri on that stage.”