All Chapters of War of Threes: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As I come back down to Earth after my orgasm, I feel Gael pick me up and place my head on the pillows. “Princesa, te necesito,” he says, eyes boring into mine. “I need you, too, Gael.  I want to feel you inside of me.” I wrap my legs around his waist and reach between us to fist my hand around his fully erect cock.  “Fill me up,” I whisper. “Mi cielo,” he hisses out.  He leans down to kiss me and I feel him lining himself up with my entrance.  Just as his lips touch mine, I feel him push into me, agonizingly slowly.  I moan into his mouth, tightening my legs around him to

I cradle Arya in my lap as Devin drives back to the packhouse.  He holds her hand, rubbing his fingers in a soothing pattern.  I rub her back, my face in her hair.  I alternate light kisses with words that I hope are comforting.  Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m saying, I’m just trying to keep her calm.She doesn’t speak the entire 40 minute drive back to the packhouse.Once we get there, I carry her to Brandon’s room, which is where we have been staying.  We’ve moved some things into the room and, even though we have both been fairly out of it lately, we asked Charlie to stock some things for Arya as well.  I immediately take her into the bathroom, settling her so that she is seated on the counter.  Devin follows behind, grabbing a towel and loofa from the linen closet and bringing them

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating.  I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind.  They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch.  There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat.  As the images flit through my mind, a voice enters the chaos. “A war of threes.  Three deaths. Three victories. Three trios. Three losses. Betrayal. Birth. Death. Sorrow. Joy. Warn them, Meredith. Be

I look at Arya, confused.  “No,” I say and Devin shakes his head.  “What is that?”“A fujoshi,” Arya says, her fingers gliding down Devin and my arms causing sparks to march through our skin, “is a Japanese term for a woman who likes watching romantic and sexual interactions between men.  I am a fujoshi.”And just like that, my dick springs to life.  I look at Devin and see that his eyes are completely blown in his lust.  Devin licks his lips, his eyes intent on Arya’s mouth.  “And what will you do while we’re occupied?”In answer, Arya pulls off her shirt, her breasts bouncing free.  She cups her breasts, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefinger

Xander pulls out of me and Arya rolls to the side.  I hear Xander opening the anti-bacterial wipes and cleaning himself.  Seems that he also wants to fuck our mate.  We did some research prior to meeting our beautiful mate.  Though wolves can heal from vaginal infections, it can be...unpleasant, and we don’t want Arya having to deal with that.  Hence the wipes.I roll on top of Arya, my cock already hardening.  I settle between her legs, my mouth immediately going to her nipples.  “I have never felt anything as intoxicating as both of you fucking me at the same time.  I never knew it would feel so fucking good.”  My voice comes from between her breasts, which I have pushed up against the sides of my face.  I pull back slightly and motorboat her breasts.  She laughs at my antics, her hands coming to the back of my head.