Chapter 161: Perky Breasts

Chapter 161 — Perky Breasts

Reed

She stood there in the soft kitchen light, fingers working the second button free, and every careful plan I had ever made about keeping my distance crumbled. Astrid’s shirt hung open just enough to show the smooth line of her collarbone and the upper curve of those perky breasts I had spent weeks trying not to think about. Her eyes stayed on mine, then flicked to Xander, steady and deliberate. She was choosing this. Choosing us.

I rose from the desk without thinking. Xander sat forward on the couch, the decorative stone ball forgotten on the floor. Neither of us spoke. The only sound was the quiet click of the next button slipping free.

Her shirt parted further. The black lace of her bra framed those perky breasts perfectly, the soft swells rising with every breath she took. My cock twitched hard against the front of my jeans. I had felt her against me before, tasted her skin, buried myself inside her in the kitchen weeks ago, but this was different. This was Astrid deciding she wanted both of us at once, right here, after everything we had been through.

"Come here," she said, voice low.

I crossed the space in two strides. Xander was already on his feet. We stopped in front of her, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of her skin and the warmer note that belonged only to her wolf. Sapphire. The name still sat strangely in my mind, but the pride under it was real. Our mate had a wolf, and she was standing here offering herself to us like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I reached out first, slow enough that she could stop me. My fingers brushed the open edges of her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her arms and pooled on the floor. She stood in only the bra and her soft shorts, perky breasts lifting with each inhale, nipples already pressing against the thin lace.

Xander’s hand found the clasp at her back. He flicked it open with one easy motion and the bra fell away. Those perky breasts spilled free, full and soft and perfect. I groaned under my breath. My palm cupped one, thumb stroking over the tight nipple. She arched into the touch with a soft sound that went straight to my cock.

"Missed these," I muttered, voice rough. "Missed the way they feel in my hands."

Xander leaned in on her other side, mouth closing over the opposite nipple. He sucked hard enough that her head tipped back. I pinched the one under my fingers, rolling it until she moaned again. Her hands came up, one sliding into my hair, the other into Xander’s, pulling us closer.

I kissed the side of her neck, tasting the rapid pulse under her skin. "You kept a whole wolf from us," I said against her throat, "and now you’re standing here half-naked like that’s a fair trade."

"It is," she breathed. "I’ll make it fairer."

Her hands dropped to my belt. She worked the buckle open, shoved my jeans down just enough to free my cock. Her fingers wrapped around the length of me and stroked once, firm and sure. I hissed through my teeth. Xander’s shorts were already halfway down; she reached for him next, stroking both of us at the same time while we kept our mouths and hands on her perky breasts.

I couldn’t stay gentle much longer. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and underwear and dragged them down her legs in one motion. She stepped out of them without hesitation. Fully bare now, she stood between us, the soft curves of her ass and the neat thatch of hair between her thighs on full display. My cock ached.

Xander spun her gently so her back was to his chest. His hands slid down her stomach and between her legs, fingers parting her folds. "Already wet," he said, voice thick with satisfaction. "Been thinking about this, haven’t you?"

"Yes." The word came out on a moan as his fingers rubbed slow circles over her clit.

I dropped to my knees in front of her. The sight of Xander’s fingers working her open, the glistening evidence of how ready she was, made my mouth water. I leaned in and licked a long stripe up her slit, tasting her while Xander kept rubbing. She cried out, hips rocking forward against my tongue. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicked it, then pushed two fingers inside her alongside the ones Xander already had there. The dual stretch made her thighs tremble.

"Reed—fuck—"

Hearing my name like that, broken and needy, snapped the last of my control. I stood, turned her toward the couch, and guided her down onto her hands and knees on the cushions. Her ass was perfect like this, rounded and inviting. I gripped one cheek, spreading her open so I could see how wet and ready she was.

"Tell me you want my cock," I said, the words coming out harsher than usual.

"I want it." She looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark. "I want both of you. Now."

I lined up and pushed into her in one slow, deep thrust. The tight heat of her cunt wrapped around my cock and I groaned, loud and unrestrained. Xander moved in front of her, cock level with her mouth. She opened for him without being asked, taking him between her lips while I started to move.

Every thrust drove her forward onto Xander’s cock. The wet sounds of me fucking her and her mouth working him filled the quiet apartment. I watched the way her perky breasts swayed with every hard snap of my hips. I reached under her and cupped them, squeezing, pinching the nipples while I pounded deeper.

"Missed this ass," I growled, one hand sliding back to grip it hard enough to leave faint marks. "Missed burying my cock inside you and feeling you squeeze me like you never want me to leave."

She moaned around Xander’s length, the vibration making him curse. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her but never forcing. I could feel the mate bond humming between the three of us, stronger than it had been in weeks, feeding every spark of pleasure back and forth until it was almost too much.

I fucked her harder. The slap of my hips against her ass echoed. Her cunt clenched around me in rhythmic pulses. She was close. I could feel it in the way she pushed back to meet every thrust, in the desperate little sounds she made around Xander’s cock.

"Come on my cock," I ordered. "Let me feel it."

She shattered with a muffled cry. Her walls fluttered and tightened, milking me. The sight and the feel of her coming while she still had Xander in her mouth pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with pulse after pulse. Xander followed seconds later, groaning as he spilled down her throat.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard. I eased out of her carefully, watching the slow trickle of my cum slip down her thigh. The possessive satisfaction that rose in my chest was almost overwhelming.

Xander helped her sit up. I dropped onto the couch beside her and pulled her into my lap so her back rested against my chest. Her perky breasts rose and fell under my hands as I stroked them absently, gentler now. Xander settled on her other side, one arm draped over both of us, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her thigh.

Astrid’s head tipped back against my shoulder. "I really did miss this," she said quietly. "Missed both of you. More than I admitted even to myself."

I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. "We know. We felt it too."

Xander’s usual grin was softer than usual. "Next time you wake up a whole wolf, maybe tell us before the decorative stone ball incident."

She laughed, the sound warm and tired. I kept my arms around her, one hand still cupping the soft weight of her breast, the other resting low on her stomach. The apartment felt quieter than it had in weeks, settled, right. Sapphire was awake inside her. Our mate was home. And for the first time in a long time, none of us were holding anything back.