Trevor and the Wolf were technically the same person; they were just different aspects of the man I loved. But they were also very different beings. The Wolf was far more aggressive than Trevor and had a commanding presence that couldn't be ignored. Or denied. He was primal, passionate and possessive; all teeth and claws and cock. He moved and thought in ways unlike Trevor. The Wolf also took over every time he showed up in my bed. But I didn't mind at all. Nor did Kirill.
“Kirill,” the Wolf growled as he slid his hands down to my ass and spread my cheeks.
That was all that needed to be said. Kirill moved behind me and between the Wolf's spread legs. My breath came faster as I felt Kirill's hands on me; spreading me further.
“Let me wet my cock first,” Kirill's voice had gone low and sexy.
Before the Wolf had come along and spent days locked up in a cabin with me, I'd had several sexual hang-ups; things I just wouldn't do. I hated chains and any type of bondage. Re had gotten away with silk ribbons but anything more than that had me cringing because of all the times I'd been bound and tortured. And as far as anal sex went; nope, that wasn't for me. I had no desire to experience that and couldn't imagine how it could be pleasant. Quite frankly, women don't have the right nerve endings there for that to be fun. But the Wolf had taken care of all my anxieties and reservations. These days, if my men wanted to try it, I was game.
As far as the gross-factor, it turns out that backdoor sex with Gods was a bit different than with humans, especially with the right partners. Our bodies healed faster and functioned more efficiently. Without getting into the disgusting details, it was a lot cleaner than it was with humans. On top of that, faerie women are more sensitive than humans. I had been shocked to discover how enjoyable it could be; especially with other areas being simultaneously stimulated. I was so shocked, in fact, that I mentioned it to Isleen, back in the Fire Kingdom.
Ever since I'd stumbled across Isleen with a lover in one of the castle corridors, I'd gone to her with embarrassing sex questions that concerned my feyness. When I asked her about it, she said that the Fey were born to enjoy every pleasure possible; they could be very hedonistic in that respect. But Fire Fey, in particular, were overly passionate and extra sensitive in our erogenous zones.
The Wolf slid out of one of those erogenous zones—making both of us groan—so Kirill could thrust himself inside. I went back to kissing my wolf as Kirill pumped into my sex; getting himself nice and slick. Then he pulled out, and the Wolf smoothly replaced him. That alone threatened to roll my eyes back into my head, but then Kirill gently nudged the tip of himself into my other entrance, and I shivered with need. The Wolf took my ass in his hands again and spread me wider for Kirill as Kirill ran his hands forward to massage my breasts. In the middle of all of this rapturous sensation, Kirill eased his plump tip slowly inside me.
My thighs clenched and my sex tightened around the Wolf as Kirill began a gentle motion that pushed him ever deeper until he was fully encased. I cried out with the wondrous bliss of being filled by two men at once. My body trembled between them as Kirill set his mouth to my shoulder to bite and suck at me there while the Wolf went back to kissing me. Hands digging into flesh, cocks filling me completely, while tongues seared my skin and tangled with my own; I was in heaven.
The men sped up—they had to be the ones to set the pace in this position—and I groaned as my desire increased. That slick sensation of flesh sliding into me, the wet plunge of cocks in clenching passages, had me twitching uncontrollably. The Wolf rolled us again, putting Kirill on the bottom, and I screamed in ecstasy as the Wolf grabbed me by the hips and started slamming furiously into me. Kirill reached down and grabbed me by my knees, lifting my legs up and back toward the bed. My body opened like a flower to my husbands, and they were both able to delve deeper into my petals. I cried out again, but it was muffled by the Wolf's claiming kiss. He growled into my mouth and reached between us to violently rub my clit. The taste of Trevor on my tongue and the scent of aroused lion, wolf, and man in the air added to the gathering pleasure and sent me over the edge.
The three of us came together in one, glorious, shaking, volcanic explosion.
After we shuddered into calm, they rolled me to the side so we could lay together and catch our breaths. The Wolf and Kirill were still inside me. I loved that feeling; trembling through the aftershocks of great sex while their shafts languidly slid out of me. It was deliciously naughty and made me want to do it all over again. But just as I started to reach for them, a knock came at one of the tower doors.
“Is it safe to come down?” Odin asked. “Lesya is with me.”
“Give us a minute to get to the dressing room,” I called back and then rolled and groaned my way out of bed.
“Okay,” Odin said.
All of the men had a key for the doors, it was only Lesya who
