Trinity

Finally His

AN! This is all smut, literally all of it. 

Enjoy the threesome.

His two newly bonded mates lay together, Miles' arm wrapped tightly across her middle, his lips still tracing the new marks he left on her neck. Seeing the two of them together again left him feeling warm. Where before he wanted them to be together and enjoyed their happiness, he couldn't deny how much it drained him. Now, he was a fully fledged part of this. He was finally able to bask in their joy and share in it on an equal footing, no longer an outsider.

That being said, he was only willing to observe right now. He wanted them to have this moment of intimacy with each other, just as he had cherished with them individually. However, he was still dealing with the aftereffects of watching them bond. Which was intoxicating, to say the least.

Faint sparks of residual pleasure and desire continued to push through their now-completed bond. Each one of them causes pleasant tingling sensations to spread throughout his body. It was only their combined content and soft purrs that kept him from letting desire take over. It hadn't crossed his mind that there could be different purrs, but he was delighting in the soothing sound.

It was the sweetest music ever to grace his ears. Music that made itself at home within his mind, a constant mantra to be heard within the rumblings. They were his.

Everything he ever wanted was right here, with their lips pulled back softly in smiles. The lust was starting to dissipate, and Mansk was perfectly content to drift peacefully, surrounded by his mates' satisfaction. Until their purrs changed, morphing into something more akin to thirst or hunger, a sound he was very familiar with.

One that made his eyes roll back as she ran a hand down his chest. Mansk's breath comes in shudders as she teases the blue strip of skin right above his low-hanging pants. Her light touch doesn't stray, but she does shift until he's in the middle of them.

He's about to protest when Miles' lips press against his, and all that comes out is a surprised but satisfied moan. Miles grips his queue and forces his head to the side, running his tongue from his claim up to his ear.

"We didn't forget about you." He drawled huskily.

"This was about the two of you." Mansk's voice was destroyed by desire. There was no hiding that, nor the reaction Miles had to it; a lustful sigh against his neck that summoned trembles.

"And now?" Mansk groans at the heavy kiss on his jaw. "It's about the three of us. The way it was meant to be." The way it always should have been. It goes unsaid, but both men know the other is thinking it. Mansk's desire and need burst from him in a frenzy when she purrs.

"Fuuckkkk." He draws out the word and chases the heel of her palm, firmly pressing into his bulge. Desperately seeking out the friction and pressure. As the intensity wanes, he glares at her, only to be met with her usual mischievous grin.

"You don't react the same way to my purr." Miles comments, but not with irritation or anger; he's amused.

"Purr like that with my cock in your mouth, and I guarantee I'll react the same way." Miles's expression of astonishment and amusement is not only clear on his face but also through the bond. God, he loves being able to feel them. "Where do you think I learned it from?"

Miles purrs deeply, the astonishment transitioning back into lust. Mansk wonders if he's picturing it, because he is. Oh... he's picturing those red eyes burning into him as she takes him in her mouth. The moment she gave over control to him and began to follow his every command. His hips jerk up at the thought and into her hand, but Miles is quick to force him back down against the bed.