Chapter 318: Ménage À What The Fuck

There are threesomes, and then there’s whatever the hell this was.

Inside the room, the windows splintered from the roars. None of them noticed.

The dual venom made Guinevere feel hot. Too hot. Hotter than she had ever felt in her entire life and both of them felt like her only relief.

Her body moved on its own and she couldn’t have stopped if she tried, grinding between them without meaning to. Forward onto Maddox. Back onto Kael. Forward. Back. Faster. Until she was fully dry humping them both in a rhythm she would’ve been mortified by if the venom wasn’t pumping through her body. All she had was the dual bite and the need to move.

Maddox’s hand shoved between them and found her through the front of her pants, palm dragging hard over the seam until she jerked in Kael’s arms. He rubbed her there in rough, claiming strokes, timed to the grind she couldn’t stop, pressing the fabric into her until the friction turned sharp. She made a broken sound against his throat.

Kael’s hand found the other side of her. It slid under the hem, over her stomach, then down the back of her pants just far enough to grip her ass and haul her tighter against him. The next grind landed different. Bare intent through cloth. He rolled her onto the thick line of his cock and held her there, forcing her to feel every inch she was rubbing against.

The venom made it worse. Heat pooled low and mean. Her hips lost the last of their shame and chased both hands at once, rocking into Maddox’s palm, grinding back onto Kael’s cock, caught in a rhythm that was already sex except for the clothes still in the way.

Maddox rubbed her faster. The seam of her pants caught her just right and her whole body seized around the feeling, fluttering, shaking, not coming yet but close enough that her breath went to pieces. Kael felt the change in her, fingers digging into her hip hard enough to bruise as he helped her grind, using her ass like he’d already decided where he was going.

She was soaked through the fabric. She could feel it. Mortifying. Irrelevant. The dual bite kept her locked between them while they worked her like that, one hand on her front, one hauling her back, two mouths on her neck, until she was trembling and pushing into both of them and the need stopped being a grind and started being a demand.

That was when Maddox freed himself.

Without letting go of her neck, he tore the front of her pants and pushed inside of her in an upward thrust.

The burn of the stretch made her gasp and the sheer force of it shoved her back against Kael. He was already driving into her again, then a third time, each one deeper, until he finally bottomed out on the fifth. At which point, he started fucking her like he was racing the venom to the finish.

Kael’s grip was the only reason she stayed upright. Every time Maddox slid home, Kael’s cock dragged along her from behind.

Heat coiled tight and low. Her thighs shook. Her breath was gone.

The pressure was building.

A loud moan ripped out of her that their mating roars covered. Then she was cumming harder than she knew was possible, spasming around Maddox involuntarily.

His mating roar stopped, turning into satisfied moans against her neck while he continued to thrust into her at a merciless pace.

The orgasm kept going. Kept building. Kept pulling. Until the pressure burst and she started squirting through it, wet heat leaving her in pulses she couldn’t clench back, couldn’t hide, couldn’t ride out quietly.

That’s what did it.

Kael lost it. His roar got louder. His hand fisted in the fabric on the back of her pants and ripped it in a single savage tear that left her open to him.

Then he shoved into her from behind while she was still helplessly spilling around Maddox. The burn punched through the pleasure so hard her moan broke. It hurt. Immediate and bright and too much, a sensation she had no file for, no warning, no time to brace.

The orgasm stopped.

Mortification hit in the same breath as the burn.

He was in there.

"Kael—" It came out wrecked. A shocked little fracture of his name.

Kael pulled back and drove in again.

She gasped Kael’s name again. Maddox answered with another thrust, deeper, harder, like sharing her was a problem he intended to solve with his hips. Her body clamped down around him in shock so hard that she pushed back onto the thing that was hurting her.

At this, Kael’s roar broke into a satisfied groan as he rammed into her like that stretch belonged to him, driving in again and again until he was fully inside while Maddox fucked her through it. Every grind fed the loop that poured straight into them: her shock, the burn, and the dual venom overpowering it all, turning pain into a heat that built too quickly.

It hit with no warning and no dignity, a full-body lock that bowed her between them, cunt clamping down on Maddox so hard his rhythm broke, hips grinding back into Kael at the same time. She came with a wrecked sound as heat rushed out of her in hard, helpless pulses, squirting around Maddox while Kael pumped into her from behind.

That’s when her wolf surged. Her fangs were in Maddox’s shoulder before she realized she was doing it. The only reason she noticed was the ecstasy coming from him through their matebond.

Maddox’s rhythm went ragged, then slammed home and stayed there, hips locked tight as he came in her with a snarl buried in the left side of her throat. She felt it in pulses, hot and deep, each one jerking through him and into her while Kael was still moving behind. He ground through it, spilling into her like letting go of either her neck or her body was not an option.

Then the venom finally took her under and the last thing she registered was two heartbeats against her body, one at her back and one at her chest, both hammering, both furious, and both completely unwilling to let go.