Trinity

Completion

Miles approached the door to his room, fully aware of what was awaiting him behind it. He'd spent the last couple hours planning out the next couple days with the Skipper. Now he was ready to get his hands on his mates. It didn't help that he could feel Mansk's arousal for the past thirty minutes! Arousal and amusement, he knew damn well what he was doing, and it was working.

He opened the door to a heady scene. Both of them were on their knees, and Mansk was sucking dark marks into his side of her neck from behind. She leaned into him, craning her neck to give him more access, which he gladly accepted.

"Couldn't do this before." Mansk raised up just enough to speak, covered her mouth with his hand, and then sank his fangs into her neck. He groaned into the bite as her arm wrapped around his head, forcing him closer.

After hurriedly locking the door, he took his place in front of his mates. Mansk withdrew his hand and fangs, studying the marks he'd left behind with a satisfied smirk, as Miles seized her face and kissed his wife. Contrary to her hesitance at the hot spring, she now grasped the base of his queue firmly and rolled it between her fingers. A sharp gasp is dragged from his mouth and into hers as he fists her dreads.

It's not painful, but it's borderline too much, precariously balancing on that edge. Each press sends pleasurable surges through his body... no it's through his nervous system. He can feel it in the tendrils at the end of his queue, rampaging through his brain and sparking throughout every neural pathway. Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing; the sly turn of her lips against his gave it away. When her other hand gripped his tail and pulled, he moaned loudly.

"Not sure how soundproof these rooms are, but from experience, not a goddamn one of us is quiet." Mansk comments, drawing a smirk from both of the lip-locked mates as he moves to the side.

"Fuck 'em." Miles adjusts until she's straddling his thighs and quickly removes her top. He shudders when Mansk's hands dive beneath his shirt and start to pull it up. His mate chuckles darkly into his ear. Her lips press back against his, and he sighs into them as his arms wrap around her.

Just when he's about to force the issue, her tongue swipes his bottom lip. He groans into her mouth when he finally tastes her and shoves his fingers back into her dreads to force them closer. The more she moans, the more determined he is to give in; nonetheless, he remains patient. He's waited this long to have his wife back in his arms, and he's going to treasure it for just a bit longer.

Miles is decidedly unhurried, and Ten begins to feel her patience wearing thin. His movements are the opposite of what they were at the hot springs: deliberate, careful... loving. His actions were now identical to Mansk's on the same night. No longer was he a man struggling for air in the face of imminent drowning. He was now content to maintain the glacial pace.

The small upturn of his lips at her impatient growl encourages her to let him enjoy the moment. She tries to relax and use his affection to fight against the talons of desperation that are slowly consuming her and filling her veins with fire. Miles' self-control was remarkable. Mansk and her experienced the difficulty and urgency to be claimed, yet Miles was seemingly unbothered.

"We have all night, darlin'." His words dance across her lips in a lustful drawl. A devious smile forms between them as she begins nipping at the right side of his jaw. She follows the laddered path of the dark blue stripes to his ear, which flicks at the sensation of her lips against it. One of his hands makes its way to the nape of her neck as she takes the cropped tip into her mouth and sucks on it gently.

Ten's gaze settled on Mansk, who was still situated behind him. Her eyes direct his attention to Miles' other ear, and he willingly follows suit.

"Fuck..." Miles releases the word with a drawn-out moan, and his hips buck up unconsciously. The powerful arm locking her tightly against his abdomen pushes her down on the obvious swell of his crotch. She could make him eat his words about having all night, but she's merciful and rolls her hips, eliciting a tighter grip and an appreciative groan.