Tripartite Surprise (Book 4 of the Three Mates series)

Chapter 3

(Before we get further into this story, let me explain some things to you. This whole chapter will be in Lyco's POV. Let me explain how that happened, and what Kira is doing. There are three phases in Lycan's dominant conscience. The one, where the human side is in control. This phase takes place when the Lycan gets out of control, and the human side subdues the Lycan side, which causes Lycan's conscience to sleep. Normally, both Lycan and Human conscience are active, which is why they can talk to each other, which is the second phase. During this stage, Lycans can get the dominant control but under the consent of the Human side. The third phase is where the Lycan side is fully in control. This happens when the human side gets distracted, and the Lycan takes over the whole conscience, which is what our Lyco did here.)

"Hello, little mate." Caedmon closed the distance between us, burying his face into the crook of my neck, and sniffed. He growled in approval at my smell. "I was dying to do this."

I purred, exposing my neck to him. His response to my submission was a playful bite on my neck. As our breathing got heated due to us rubbing together and the tension between us raised, I pulled away.

"Tell me, mate; what made you call out to me," I asked, not so secretly climbing on top of him.

"You're not forgetting me, are you?" Apollyon whispered in my ears, his fingers gently tracing my back.

"Never," I purred under his touch, backing my chest against him. His hand crept from my back to my underbust, slowly creeping up my breasts. When he cupped my breast gently, I thrusted myself into his hand more. Encouraged, he brought his claws out and lightly dragged them across my n*****s. It did more than cause me pain. It flooded my cunt with wetness and all I could do about it was to wait for them to take it further.

"Your body is so sensitive for us, little mate; look at you already writhing when we haven't even touched you properly," Apollyon whispered into my ears and it took a lot of willpower to not shudder. I ended up shuddering even after trying to bury the feeling. "Is my voice turning you on?" Chuckling, he asked the obvious.

His voice was like an exquisite whiskey; smooth, dark, deep, and addicting. His slow rasp in my ears made me wonder how heavenly sinful it would sound if he moaned my name.

"Do you want us to moan for you? Whimper as we lose ourselves in the pleasure?" Caedmon whispered in my other ear, and this time I couldn't help but moan in agreement. With their bodies pressed against me, it was pure torture.

I took in a shaky breath and said, "I do…so badly."

Hearing me admit it, my mates chuckled; Caedmon used his finger on my jaw to softly turn my head his way and leaned in. "Stop us if you don't want to go further and we will stop; but once we start, there will be no stopping us."

"I want to take this further. I want to feel you inside me," I whispered back, parting my lips in invitation. Caedmon wasted no time tasting my lips, a purr rumbling from his chest as our lips touched for the first time. He tasted like the rain in a desert; his kiss quenching my thirst, satisfying me in all ways possible while still making me want for more, and oh, so pleasing.

I grabbed the back of his head and deepened the kiss; my body flushed against his and our hearts thumping in sync. Caedmon took the leverage to shred the sweatpants I was wearing in shreds. Apollyon took it as a sign to undress me, baring me naked for them.

"Let me breathe," I gasped into the kiss. Caedmon reluctantly parted, and before I could fill my lungs with air completely, Apollyon grabbed me by my hair, turned my head to the side, and kissed me hard. His kiss was like a waterfall; aggressive, thrilling, and a promise of good time.

The air around was charged with so much s****l tension, that it was hard to breathe. We were drunk on lust and we didn't know when we all got undressed.

All I remember is Apollyon slamming me down on the bed and his tongue worshiping every inch of my skin. Caedmon on the other hand had different plans, he flipped me around so I was kneeling before him and parted his legs. I gasped as my eyes landed on his c**k. I could proudly say he was packing 'good' down there. You see, I'm a woman who is over 7 feet and you can imagine how big my wrists would be. His c**k's girth was twice the size of it (we're going super big with this story, y'all; impossibly big coz why not.) And length, it was solid 16 to 17 inches, and it was ribbed (my man is carrying something every book girly desires).

Mustering up the courage (because I was intimidated), I wrapped my hand around him, making him hiss. I licked my parched lips and looked him in the eyes. He was already looking at me with heated passion and my breath hitched at the look in his eyes. I averted my eyes, looking back at his c**k and leaning in. I spat on his c**k to lube it and started stroking his c**k with a firm grip. When he started breathing hard, I spat on his c**k again, just this time on his cockhead. I pressed my palm against the sensitive head of his c**k and massaged slowly; all the while stroking his c**k. His hips started bucking and he was growling from deep within his chest; the sound of his growls was like music to my ears.

Suddenly, I felt a tongue swimming inside me; just that it was much bigger than a tongue and slimy. It's when I realized, Apollyon was using his shadow to tongue f**k me. Before I could blink, our positions were changed once again; this time I was on my back with my legs spread in the air and held up by a tentacle-like shadow of my mate. The same slimy tentacles were placed onto my n*****s too; they playfully tugged and licked them. Meanwhile, Caedmon and Apollyon kneeled between my legs and used their tongues to send me to heaven.

They took turns shoving their tongue into my cunt and I lost it when they shoved their tongues down each other's throat.

(A/n - before we go further, let me explain something again. Till now, I have only written about siblings and because they all have the same soul, they are not each other's mate. But here, all three men are not related to each other, which means their souls would be bonded with each other, which means they all are each other's mates, and they will mate and mark each other. Another thing you should know is that all of the main leads in this story are bisexuals. You'll get to see them f*****g each other in the story. In short, it's going to be steamy here.)

"Oh, f**k," I moaned, orgasm ripping through me. As if it was an invitation for them to f**k me, they turned me around with Caedmon under me and Apollyon behind me.

"We're not taking this slow so this might hurt," Caedmon warned before he railed me down on his d**k.

I gasped for air as I was stuffed with something so big for the first time. My p***y already felt sore as it was stretched to the limit to take my mate in. As if my pain was getting them off, their eyes darkened. I cursed under my breath for my sluttiness; even after seeing my pain turning them on, I was turned on. Does that make me a masochist? (At least, you realized.)

When I was used to Caedmon's c**k, he pulled my flush against me; whispering in my ears, "Where do you want him, love? Do you want him to take your ass, or do you want him to add another c**k in your p***y? Or… do you want his shadow and him to fill a hole together."

I gasped slightly, playing each scenario in my head; it made me wonder how much of a deranged slut it makes me for wanting to try everything he suggested. That, and I had a scenario of my own inside my head.

"How about he takes you while you take me? I have heard you two have good chemistry in bed; it makes me wonder if it can beat ours."

"Does my mate want us to f**k each other for her pleasure?" he chuckled.

"You two would enjoy it as much as me, if not more," I rasped.

"As much as we would like to fill your curiosity, we want to enjoy you first; you can see us f**k each other later," Apollyon whispered. "Besides, it's your ass I have been dying to thrust my c**k in; I can use my shadow to f**k him."

"You better give me control of your shadow before we proceed further," at my words, he surrounded both of us with a magical veil that prevented Cedmon from listening.

"Azazel," he whispered into my ears without any hesitation while I watched the thin air with a baffled expression. He gave me his f*****g Devil name; which means he was giving me control of his soul, and his shadow.

"Azazel," I whispered, taking control of his soul.

"I belong to you now, just as much as you belong to me, Maeve," he whispered; calling my given name which only I knew; not even Kira (human) had a clue about it.

"You bastard," I cursed. Him saying the sacred name Moon Goddess gave to me means he had control over my soul now.

"It wouldn't be a fair deal if I was the only one to be owned; let's own each other," he said, lifting the veil.

"You Devil, you tricked me," I hissed.

"It's in my blood, little mate; deception is what I'm about," he softly kissed my neck, pushing me further against Caedmon. "Now, let's begin. My c**k is throbbing painfully to get inside of you.

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