The Succubus and her two Mates

29| A near miss

Brand woke to the sounds of soft panting. Ronnie was laying on her side with her back to him. He could see Brock's beefy arm up around her back, her leg hitched up over his hip.

Brand lay still delighting in the sounds of his mates, feeling their uncontained want for each other.

Her hand fluttered back and caressed him, obviously sensing he had awoken.

He rolled onto his side and shuffled towards her, brushing his hand across her perfect ass, rubbing his hand at the edge where her and Brock met. They both moaned at the sensation.

He rubbed her back passage, using her wetness to help him dip his fingers into her, widening her. She bucked in pleasure, her moans growing louder. "Brand. I need you..."

He caught Brock's eye, his pleasure rising with Brand's involvement. He grasped himself, lining himself up to push into her. He eased in slowly, applying his saliva as needed. She gasped as he filled her.

He came up on one knee, needing more purchase, plunging into her from her side. Brock's mouth found his, while Ronnie lost it under him.

She pulled herself up and away from them feeling overwhelmed. "Fuck," she cried out, rubbing herself, half chasing and half fleeing from her release. Having both men inside her at the same time was intense and amazing.

Brock rolled onto his back, pulling her back down onto him. "Mmm. More," he growled.

Brand came behind her, settling between Brock's legs as Brock bucked wildly up into her.

"You want this?" He asked, drawing his hands down her sides to rest in her hips.

"Yes, take me," she pleaded as she twisted around. Brand grabbed her face with one hand, kissing her as he entered her again. She groaned low and long into his mouth, twisting back around to burrow her face into Brock's chest, lost in the feeling of both men inside her again.

Brand looked down at his two mates, watching as Brock fought not to cum as he focused on giving Ronnie what she needed first. Her hands were opening and closing, grasping at Brock's flesh on his chest where her face was pressed. Brand could feel Brock where they brushed against each other, against the shared wall as they both thrust into this gorgeous woman between them. An intense need surged through him.

His gaze focused on the back of Ronnie's neck and shoulders, bare with her hair splayed forward. Without conscious thought, he folded over her body, his pelvis still rhythmically sliding in and out of her, running his top teeth along her shoulder and settled against the crook of her neck. Mine, he thought, all mine. His canines itched, and he felt his bottom jaw become set with his need to bite down.

He felt Brock brush a hand against his cheek, the unexpected contact making him relax his jaw. He lifted his gaze to the other man, who just gave a slight shake of his head. Brand realised what he'd been about to do, a wave of fear washed over him, he straightened up, shaking his head and tried to just focus on her, not the guilt that was already starting at what he almost did without her consent.

He felt her fall apart underneath him only moments later, Brock and him letting go moments after. She lay panting still on Brock's chest as Brand slid down next to them on his back. He put his hand on his chest, trying to slow his heart beat.

Brand looked towards his mates, Brock mouthing, "Okay?"

He nodded quickly. That had been weird. It wasn't like a quick take over from his cat. The transition to just run on instinct had been so smooth he couldn't feel when it happened. He needed her to be his so badly. He took even breaths, calming his heart and vowing to be more careful. He just had to wait until she was ready.