Those In The Forest

Part 91: Ivy

We all just kind of watched in awe as Hazel rode Rose's face.

          Rose was still wearing the strap-on. It was just sticking up; if we were in a rut, I would think she wanted some attention.

          A few seconds went by. A smile bloomed on my face, a sinister idea coming to mind.

          Glancing at Reagan, my smile grew. "Ride her," I said huskly.

           Reagan flushed faced, damn near got redder. "What?" her voice was raw. She was practically screaming when Iris was fucking her. I wouldn't expect her to sound any different.

          Iris hummed. "You heard her," she said sternly.

          Reagan looked between the both of us.

          The best part about having multiple mates is you get to watch, and despite what anyone else may think, watching is just as fun as getting involved. Watching gets you wetter and builds up the anticipation of what's to come.

          Reagan's lips parted. I was sure she was going to tell us no, but I think Hazel's rough moan changed her mind.

          "Fuck! Rose, your mouth feels amazing," Hazel said, gripping the already ruined headboard and swaying her hips on Rose's face, chasing her own orgasm.

          Reagan whimpered before rushing across the bed, settling herself onto the strap-on. She hissed when she sank down on it. Her hands fell toward Rose's flexing abs.

          Rose moaned around Hazel's clit. "You all are going to kill me," she whined, continuing to eat Hazel out. 

          Reagan matched Hazel's same pace. I was honestly impressed. "I might actually die first. I am incredibly sensitive." I'm confident I saw Reagan's eyes cross. "Ugh, no! I'm serious. I feel so full!" she groaned, rocking her hips faster.

         She was no longer moving at the same pace as Hazel. "Oh my fuck, this is hot." Iris was captivated by the show in front of us. 

          Hazel lurched over, "Ngh, I'm cumming!" Hazel rocked her hips faster, fucking Rose's face. Rose didn't seem to mind. She actually looked like she was encouraging it. Gripping Hazel's thighs, pulling her closer to her face.

          The room was filled with moans, whines, and whimpers from everyone involved in the glorious show I was watching.

          Reagan was a panting, whining mess, scratching down Rose's abs, chasing her own orgasm. 

          Reagan threw her head back, cumming around Rose's cock. Watching my mate's cum back to back sent a pleasant throb to my clit. This could go on for hours. Especially with Reagan's newfound stamina.

          I wish I knew what spurred this on. I'm not complaining, but she kept telling us that she wanted us to show her how much we didn't want to be apart.

          Is this her way of bonding with us after what happened? A way for her to connect with us in a way we all understand.

          Every conversation she had with us brought up certain things that happened with her and Alan, reminding us of the awful things he did and could have done if she hadn't survived.

          Rose placed one final kiss on Hazel's clit before Hazel slumped off of her, plopping next to us. Reagan's mouth was parted as she came down from her orgasm. I could visibly see her body shaking. I think we all needed a small break. Not because we were tired but because we were emotional.

         The tears forming in Reagan's eyes when she came down from her high told me I was right.

          Rose made quick work to ease the strap-on out of her. Taking it off, she lay Reagan in the middle of the bed.

          Cuddling her, we all remained silent while she cried into Rose's chest. It was soft crying, either, and she was hurting.

          We all held her, not sure what to do, but we knew for a fact that letting her go might set off another wave of tears.

          Rose cradled her face, making Reagan look at her. Teary-eyed and all. "What do you need? What can we do?" she asked softly through the bond.

          Knowing Reagan probably wouldn't be able to use her words, talking through the bond was a good option. It also helped remind her that she could hear us. We were still there. All she had to do was call for us. Never again would we let our bond break like it once did.

          There was a moment when we just listened to her cry before she responded. "... just... be here, please," she spoke finally. Her voice, through the bond, even sounded hurt and broken. "Don't leave me again," she cried harder.

          We held her tighter. "Never again," Hazel said warmly through the bond.

          "You'll get sick of us with how much we are going to stick to you." Iris teased.

          Luckily, it pulled a tiny smile from our mate. She still continued to cry, and we held her the entire time. "I'll never take that for granted again," she whispered aloud. 

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At some point, we all fell asleep.

         We were all huddled together in the messy and somewhat wet bed, holding each other as tightly as we could.

          It was like we were recharging. It had been so long since we'd been together like this. Not just the sex but the small, intimate moments like this. Where Hazel or Reagan's light snoring woke Iris and me up. However, Iris was fast asleep right now.

          That just left me.

          Listening to my mate's steady heartbeats was the best part of waking up first. I'm not sure how long we've been asleep, but I know it wasn't longer than at least an hour. If we had slept into the next day, I would have heard Iris's stomach telling me as much.

          I missed this. I missed us.

          I know it's wrong to be glad about Reagan's new life, but I couldn't be more grateful that we get more time with her. That we will get an entire werewolf life. Just the five of us. 

          "You're thinking too hard," Rose grumbled softly, careful not to wake anyone else up. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her shoulder. "We'll be okay," she reassured me. "She'll be okay," she added.

          I sighed. "I know. I just worry about you all."

          "He can't hurt us anymore than he already has. He can't hurt you." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

          I knew that, but I was still scared of the unknown.  

A/N: I am most definitely spoiling you all too much