Chapter 3 - Josefina

I wake to the feel of sparks flickering across my skin—and the delicious heat of my mates pressed against me. A soft moan escapes me, my core already wet. They do this to me every damn time. I hope I never get used to it.

My thighs clench with growing need. A groan rumbles in front of me, and calloused hands skim up my leg, hitching it higher over the thigh of the male before me. The roughness of his hands tells me it’s Alexander. Which means I’ve rolled in my sleep—because I definitely fell asleep on Jacob’s chest.

The sparks and movement have Alexander reacting, too. I feel his hard cock pressing against my inner thigh, just shy of where I want it most. I push myself closer, and the head of his cock slides between my lips, brushing my clit.

“Fuck,” I whisper as he shifts, dragging the head across my clit again.

“How are you already so wet?” Alexander murmurs against my lips. One hand grips my hip, the other cupping my breast.

“Goddess, she smells so good,” Jacob says from behind. He kicks the sheets off and lifts my leg high, sliding his cock through my slick folds, pressed alongside Alex’s. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Always so ready for us,” Alexander breathes, his mouth brushing mine. “How do you want it, baby?”

“I want to ride Jake. And I want you to fuck him while I do it,” I say, one hand tweaking his nipple, the other fisting in his hair as I kiss him.

Alexander loves taking control in bed—but he loves being told what to do even more. Pleasing us feeds something deep inside him.

Plus, I rode Alexander’s impressive length last night. This morning? I need Jacob’s girth. He’s thick like a soda can—fucking huge. I crave the delicious stretch, the way he twitches inside me when Alexander’s cock hits that perfect spot deep in his ass.

We’re all still stretched from last night, so Jacob doesn’t waste time. He rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him in reverse cowgirl. In one smooth motion, he lines himself up and starts to push inside.

No matter how many times we do this, it’s always a stretch. Always a slow build. Always sexy as hell—but never fast.

“Damn, baby girl. You take my cock so good,” Jacob croons as I let out a high-pitched mewl, my pussy stretching around him.

Alexander kneels beside us, one hand cupping a breast, thumb and fingers pinching my nipple. His other hand strokes my clit as I slowly sink onto Jacob’s cock. His mouth finds the spot where a matemark would go, and the sensation bolts straight down to my core.

“Oh, Goddess!” I cry, sliding another inch deeper onto Jacob’s cock.

“You already gonna come, baby girl?” Jacob asks, voice rough, strained. He’s barely holding back.

“Yes,” I whine.

Alexander groans against my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His fingers keep circling my clit—same rhythm, just more pressure.

Jacob grabs my hips and bucks up, filling me to the hilt. “Cum all over my cock, baby girl. Give Alex something to lube me up with.”

“Jacob!” I scream, coming apart around him. Alexander keeps working my nipple and clit while Jacob slowly thrusts in and out, dragging my orgasm out until I’m a shaking mess in Alexander’s arms.

He kisses my temple and gently lays me on Jacob’s chest. “Hold on tight, baby,” he says. I don’t know which of us he’s talking to.

Next thing I know, Jacob and I are at the edge of the bed, and Alexander is ready.

The shift jerks Jacob’s cock inside me. I moan, high and breathless.

“Shhh, baby girl. We’ve got you,” Jacob whispers, lifting his hips as Alexander slides a pillow underneath for support.

While Alexander gets things set, Jacob takes advantage of our position and starts to move. My pussy clenches in a mini-spasm—an aftershock from my orgasm.

Jacob groans. One hand wraps lightly around my neck, the other finds my clit. Fuck. I love when they grab my neck. No pressure, no force—just the promise that they could. That they could control even the air I breathe. It turns me on like nothing else.

He thrusts slowly but firmly, each stroke making my body shift, my breath hitch.

“Look at those titties bounce,” Alexander mutters. He loves my tits—it’s one of the reasons I love this position. He gets a full view with every thrust. “Pull out, Jake. Let me get my dick wet.”

Jacob shifts, lowering me flat as he slides out. I whine at the loss—only for Alexander to kiss me as he pushes inside.

My whine turns into a groan as he begins to thrust, hard and fast. I can feel how much he wants this.

Then I’m empty again as he spreads Jacob’s legs wide.

“Sit up, baby girl,” Jacob says, holding his cock steady for me. I straddle him again, legs spread wide outside his, and slide down. It’s easier this time—my body adjusted—but the stretch still burns in the best way.

Once I’m seated, Alexander gives me a peck on the cheek. “Can I fuck him, JoJo? Can I make this hole mine?”

With my legs spread wide, I can see everything. “Let me see you.”

Alexander gives me that wicked little grin, and I look between my legs as he lines up and pushes inside Jacob.

Jacob’s cock twitches deep inside me. I moan loudly.

“Alex!” Jacob gasps.

“Goddess, you’re tight. Fuck, you feel so good,” Alexander groans.

He pauses at the base, then starts to move. Each thrust sends him deeper into Jacob, and Jacob deeper into me.

We find a rhythm fast. Two months together, and Jacob and Alexander were lovers long before I joined them. We know each other’s bodies.

Jacob’s hand strums my clit while he grips my hip. Alexander uses one hand on Jacob’s thigh for leverage, the other flicking, pinching, and palming my nipple. I’ve got both hands in Alexander’s hair—pulling him into kisses, guiding his head so I can kiss and bite his neck, or pushing him down to watch the three of us fuck.

It doesn’t take long before we’re all screaming each other’s names, crashing into release.

And then we’re back on the bed, tangled, panting, coming down from the high.

But reality slams back in.

We’re missing one of our mates.

I see the bags under Jacob’s eyes. The pale tint to Alexander’s skin. And the hollow place inside me that no orgasm can fill.

Hermes.

We don’t know where he is. Don’t know how to get him back.

Is he safe? Has Lucifer punished him?

And just like that, the soul-crushing depression returns.