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It had been a long night. Not a particularly stressful or eventful one, but long, as if in spite of the lack of chaos. Ezra had received very few customers and, as such, had gone to bed early. Finn had patrolled with his clan for a while, but had returned to his room when it was apparent that nothing was going bump in the night. And Selina had been sequestered in her office all evening, no reports or hunts coming across her desk that she needed to handle. 

So, when she came to the catacombs and found Ezra sleeping soundly in the bed and Finn at his desk, scribbling, she quietly headed off to her vampire’s private bath to unwind. Rather than lulling her, though, the warm water seemed to rouse her, and when she got out she decided to see what Finn was up to. 

Still undressed, wrapped in nothing but a thin robe, she leaned over his shoulder, draping her arms around his neck, and he nuzzled his cheek against hers with a smile. 

He was writing, she saw, but more in the form of notes and phrasing than anything. Lines were crossed out, others circled, with a great deal of half-written sentences. And…it was all racy. 

All of it. 

She blushed a little, reading some of the naughty things he’d written. “Her bosom heaved with her breaths,” she murmured aloud as she read one, “and the sight of her puckered teats drew him in, an irresistible lure to such a depraved creature as he…” 

Smirking, she canted a look at Finn, finding him watching her with an amused look, a brow arched. 

“Someone’s feeling inspired lately, I see,” she teased. “Is this going to be another installment from Holden Magroin?” 

He chuckled. “I am quite overdo for another volume. The last one was…shall we say…lackluster.” Then, tapping the page with his quill, giving it a brows-drawn look, he bemoaned, “This one isn’t working out so well, though. For all the incredible moments we’ve shared, I still can’t seem to find the words I need.” 

“Hn,” she hummed. “And here I thought most of these lines were pretty good,” she hinted. 

“Recycled lines,” he sighed, frowning at the page. “Most of these are variants of things I’ve written before. It’s nothing new or particularly inspired.” 

She considered that. Then, biting her lip, she started to nuzzle against his neck, murmuring, “Do you think having a few more moments would help at all?” 

He gave another laugh at her suggestion, twisting in his seat to gaze at her, pretending to be aghast. “My lady,” he chided — quietly, as to not wake Ezra, “are you proposing indecent things?” Taking her by the hips, he tugged her into his lap, making her straddle him. “Why,” he went on, grinning at her, “I’m of a mind to report you for misconduct.” 

She wriggled in his lap, shamelessly beaming at him, her arms winding around his neck. “Oh? And what if I make the misconduct feel ever-so-good?” she challenged. 

He bit his lip, his fangs growing sharper by the second. “If you do that, my little wildcat,” he purred in her ear, “I really will have to report your conduct — if only to brag.” 

She made a disgruntled sound, withdrawing a fraction to meet his golden eyes. “Promise not to do that and I’ll willingly ride you just like this until dawn.” 

His cock pulsed in his pants, proving just how much that idea appealed to him. Giving her a racy look, he tugged up her chin, growling, “Darling, I do believe you just gave me the strongest wave of inspiration I’ve ever had. I might just start calling you my muse.” He leaned in to kiss her, slowly and lovingly taking her lips. 

She hummed in pleasure, shifting in his lap to keep rubbing her bare nethers against his clothed groin. It was such a thrill, feeling that thick length of his straining to reach her, to be buried in her. But after a moment his iron hand caught her hip, stilling her motions, and he withdrew from the kiss. Sending a glance over his shoulder at the bed, he gave a thoughtful hum. 

“Do you think we should wake him?” Selina whispered, leaning into him and resting her chin on his shoulder. “He looks exhausted.” 

Ezra was bundled under the blankets, face slack, hair an even bigger tangle than usual. His breathing was heavy, and she was fairly certain he hadn’t moved a fraction since she got here. 

Finn hummed again, giving it some thought, before shaking his head. “Not this time, I think. He practically collapsed into bed,” he murmured to her, looking down at her again. Brushing her damp hair behind her ear, he said, “I’m surprised he didn’t just go to his own bed tonight.” 

“He sleeps better with you there,” she pointed out, giving Ezra a fond look. 

“So do you, I’ve noticed,” the vampire teased, grinning again. 

She smirked at him. “So smug, all the time,” she chided, flicking his nose. 

With a playful growl he lunged into her, his arms banding around her as he started to lick and suck at her neck, trailing up towards her jaw. 

She bit back a squeal with difficulty, squirming in his grip, her arms pinned to her sides by his superior strength. Unable to get free, she tried instead to turn the tables, her hands finding purchase at his back and giving her some small measure of leverage. She started grinding her hips against him hard, wriggling and circling. 

He sucked in a breath. His metal hand suddenly left her to clamp down on his desk, and all at once he was standing, her pinned on the desk under him, her legs around his hips. 

Her heart stuttered and then took off, and she could tell from the frenzied look he gave her that it was affecting him deeply. Playing with a vampire’s instincts was never wise, but stars, it was thrilling. Seizing him by the neck, she surged up to kiss him, their tongues meeting and stroking between them. 

They ground their hips together as they devoured each other, Finn giving beastly growls and groans and Selina struggling to keep her lustful moans quiet. Soon his hands were on her hips again, his weight pressing her down, as he guided her hips to rub against him in the pattern he wanted. 

She was turning more ravenous by the second; she started nipping and sucking at his lips and tongue, swallowing the noises he made and digging her nails into his back. The chill of his lips only made her want him more, and the bizarre hint of peppermint on his tongue was a delight. Not to mention she loved his supernatural strength, how he could effortlessly pick her up, move her, pin her, and such. 

She ran a hand down the opening of his shirt, slipping her palm into the folds to massage and fondle his thick pectorals. She was merciless with him, stroking his cold skin and nipples, squeezing and tugging at them. 

He shuddered against her, their mutual resilience allowing them to be progressively rougher with each other — until he suddenly stopped, rearing back to stand upright. He looked down at her with a particular spark in his eye, some kind of thought, for a few moments. 

And then he grinned broadly, his expression turning dark and wicked. 

Her heart fluttered again at that look. It was one she recognized, and it always meant something especially delightful was being cooked up in his brain. After over a year of living together, she and Ezra had become trained to get ridiculously aroused whenever Finn gave them that look. 

They knew intense pleasure followed it. 

She was already wet from their ministrations, the crotch of his pants soaked with it, but now she could feel herself growing slicker. 

“What?” she murmured, breathless. 

If possible, he looked even more naughty. “You promised to ride me until dawn, did you not?” 

Her eyes widened. That had just been a flirt — did he mean to actually do it? It was ridiculous to think they truly would…right? It was a silly fantasy and she wasn’t the least bit aroused by it. 

Honest. 

“Y-yes…?” she offered. 

Looking entirely too pleased with himself, he lifted her from the desk and sat back down, keeping her straddling him the entire time. He took her lips again in another deep kiss, one of his hands slipping between them. She felt his knuckles brushing against her mons as he went, but he wasn’t aiming for her.  

He was undoing the ties of his breeches, tugging his erection free…slicking it against her. 

Her breathing quickened at every brush, her heart leaping every time it caught against her but didn’t sink in. After several moments she realized he was teasing her and leaned back to glower at him, displeased. 

He was fully unapologetic, smirking at her. “What?” he prompted, and she jumped as the tip rubbed over her clit — deliberately. 

“You can be such a cruel man, Kazimir,” she moaned. 

“Ooh, she used my clan name,” he returned, starting to grin. “I’m in trouble now.” 

“You will be in another se—” 

He shifted their hips as she spoke, her words cutting off abruptly as he suddenly breached her. Her thighs quivered as he spread her wide, her head tipping back with a moan. He was such a thick one it never failed to surprise her, her walls stretching so wide it threatened to hurt. But it also felt so good, getting filled like this, that she couldn’t help hooking her feet against the chair to pull herself further down his length, stuffing herself full. 

The purr he made was sheer satisfaction, and when she could focus on him again through her swimming head, she found him watching her with such raw adoration it had butterflies fluttering in her core. 

It made her blush — despite the fact that she was currently sitting on his cock. 

“What?” she demanded, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. 

He reached up, running the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “My love for you is boundless and inconceivable, my wildcat,” he murmured. 

She flushed deeper, his words conjuring such lovely little thrills in her. “It’s against the rules to sweet-talk me when I’m up to my tits in cock,” she muttered. 

He chuckled, his iron arm circling her waist and tugging her against him sharply. The motion had his length surging inside her; she gasped, shuddering, her toes curling. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, and before she could even think to offer it his tongue was already there, swiping it from her lip. 

Giving her a half-lidded, drunken look, he purred, “Let me try again, then. Selina, love, you’re going to sit right here, just like this, until dawn — like you promised — while I write. And if you do good and don’t make me cum,” he added, low and deep, “when it’s over, I’ll fuck you stupid. By then Ezra should be up, so he can help me.” 

She could’ve creamed herself on those words, alone. 

Hot and bothered in the worst way, she checked, “I have to not make you cum? …What about me, then?” The idea of not being able to get off with his thick slab of meat inside her made her want to cry. “Can I still cum?” 

“All you like,” he promised, smirking at her. “Every tight, pulsing squeeze you give me is further inspiration, so feel free to enjoy yourself. Just remember…don’t make it too good,” he warned, his smile wicked. 

That look, alone, made her clench down on him, and he hummed in pleasure at the feel. 

Then, trying to focus, she checked, “What happens if I make you cum, exactly?” 

“I put you to bed — without my cock,” he hinted. 

Fuck.  

Incentive given, she nodded, accepting his terms. Settling in, she leaned into him, linking her arms around his neck for purchase. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, straddling his thick thighs like this, but it allowed her to take all of him and for that she wouldn’t complain. 

He scooted his chair further into the desk, jostling himself inside her in the process and making her whimper, before settling in to write. She realized belatedly that, in that position, she couldn’t see a damn thing he was writing, and somehow that just made it more thrilling. 

At first she rocked herself against him, giving little moans and whimpers at every drag of his length against her walls. It made her eyes flutter and her mouth water, driving her to suckle at his skin everywhere she could reach it. She wondered what was going through his mind every time she quivered and clenched down on him, what he wrote down while his arm tensed around her waist and he bit back deep groans. 

But she quickly realized she needed to hold as still as possible, instead. She was already close to climaxing, and though she knew from experience that Finn had excellent self-denial skill, she didn’t want to press her luck. Cumming on him in the first five minutes was foolish. 

…She should hold off until six minutes in, at least. 

It didn’t help that, from her position, every time she opened her eyes she could see Ezra sleeping quite happily in the bed. She yearned for him, too, a part of her wishing he were awake so he could be a part of this somehow. It was a stupid wish, she chided herself; having to deal with just Finn inside her was hard enough, but bringing in Ezra — regardless of how he’d fit into them — would only make it worse. 

But oh, stars, the idea excited her all the worse. Just trying to envision how Ezra could join them was so arousing she couldn’t help but succumb to the pleasure, falling headfirst into the first orgasm of the night. She rocked against Finn harder as it crested, her walls pulsing and squeezing around him, whimpering with each shove of her hips, trying in vain to take him deeper each time. 

He groaned harshly as she jerked against him, his iron arm clutching her tightly, his cock surging inside her. But though he was clearly close, he didn’t finish, and after a few moments of mind-numbing pleasure she slumped against him, relaxing. 

As she caught her breath she heard him murmur, “One.” 

Heat flushed her. He was going to keep count?  

…Why did that arouse her so goddamned much? 

The cycle, she soon learned, was torturous in its own way. Finn added a rule after her first crest that she needed to not let him cum, but she also needed to keep him hard. The wicked gleam in his eye when he said that was almost a challenge, daring her to refuse — so she didn’t. Because he’d challenged her. 

Not because it thrilled the ever-loving fuck out of her. 

So she started focusing on edging him, keeping him close but never there. It became a sort of game of torments; she wriggled and circled her hips, watching his face and devouring every shred of pleasure he betrayed, until she felt herself start to get close. Then she would stop, catch her breath, let the passion die down — his more than hers — while attempting to ease her own need for rapture. 

It was a difficult juggle, his pleasure versus hers, but she was loving every second of it. She lost track of time quickly after that first orgasm, and by the third she had her nose buried in his skin, her robe tugged off her shoulders and his shirt open so she could rub her breasts against his chest. 

By this point she could barely say she was even still wearing the robe, with it hanging off her elbows with only the tie keeping it on her waist. 

Something snapped in her at the feel of his cold skin against hers, teasing her nipples into tight little peaks, and before she realized what she was doing she’d planted her feet against the rungs of the chair and was bouncing on him. 

The scratch of Finn’s quill had completely stopped — or otherwise her loud heartbeat was preventing her from hearing it. The creak of the chair and the slap of flesh were the chief sounds in the room then, punctuated with her shrill gasps. 

Soon Finn had her by the hips again, guiding her motions until she crashed against him once more. Her walls strangled his cock, her hips grinding against him of their own accord, and she had to bite down on his shoulder to keep her keen of pleasure from disturbing the room’s third occupant. She shook and shivered in his arms with each wave of rapture that washed over her, completely lost in her own world. 

It took a long moment for her heart and lungs to calm down from that wild moment, and even longer for her thighs to cease their quivering. It was only after that, as she came down and returned to her mind, that she realized what she’d just done. 

And then realized she had no idea if her lover had cum with her or not. 

She leaned back to look at him, and she found him with a pleased — but dazed — look on his face. 

“Enjoying yourself?” he teased, and stars, he even sounded a tad breathless. 

“Immensely,” she murmured. Then, clearing her throat, she checked, “Did you…?” 

“No — not that you didn’t give it your best,” he teased, smirking. “I held back…just barely.” 

She couldn’t help the wicked smile that spread across her face. “Good…because I’m invested in this, now.” Leaning into him again, she returned to hugging him around the neck, and whispered to him, “You made this sound like it was going to be such an ordeal for me… but I wonder, Finnegan Kazimir, how long can you hold back?” 

He growled roughly and she heard him write something down, once again holding her to him with just his iron arm. 

“You may be a wildcat, love,” he murmured back, “but that’s nothing against a jaguar.” 

She shivered, liking that comparison a little too much. 

Then he added darkly, “Four.” 

Biting her lip, she shivered, wondering how high that count would reach before morning. 

It was a good thing she was off work tomorrow. 

When Ezra woke, he immediately became aware of two things: he was alone in bed — something that never happened these days — and he could hear the creak of wood. It was rhythmic, like a heartbeat, and it drew him to blink open his eyes and seek out the disturbance. 

At first he was confused by what he saw. 

Finn’s chair was occupied. He could see Finn seated in it, his pale skin covered in dark clothes, his broad shoulders dwarfing the back of the chair. But Ezra could also see peach-colored arms and legs wrapped around both Finn and the chair, and a heavy tangle of lengthy blonde hair over one of the vampire’s shoulders. 

And the limbs were moving, contracting in time with the creak of the chair. 

As it dawned on him what he was seeing, he sat up, flushing hotly. Finn and Selina were fucking in the chair, their huntress straddling the vampire and wrapped around him like a vine. Those motions were impossible to mistake. 

The knowledge and sight of it went straight to the witch’s groin, swiftly hardening his cock. He gave a delicate cough for attention but Selina didn’t seem to hear him; she was busy sucking on Finn’s neck, her fingers rhythmically scratching and tugging at his hair. 

But Finn seemed to hear, canting his head slightly and giving an audible chuckle. “Good morning, angel,” he purred. 

Selina’s grinding paused, then, and she raised her head, glossy eyes seeking Ezra. 

By the stars, that look on her face affected him. She looked drunk, her topaz eyes half-lidded and her face flushed beet red. But she gave him a very sober kind of grin, resting her chin on Finn’s shoulder. 

“Good morning,” she greeted, her voice much more airy and light than usual. 

Ezra swallowed. He’d woken up to an incredible sight, and it had him feeling… intrigued.  

“What, exactly, are you two doing?” he asked, tossing back the covers so he could get up and stretch his limbs. His new position allowed him to peek over Finn’s shoulder a bit, revealing that the desk was covered in loose pages, most of them full of text. The vampire wasn’t writing at that moment, but he held the quill in his hand still, his prosthetic looped around Selina’s waist holding her flush against him. 

Finn tipped his head back to gaze up at Ezra, giving a shameless, fanged grin. “Selina was just helping me,” he hinted. 

At that, she leaned back, her cheeks flushing a darker red. To Ezra, she murmured, “It was his idea.” 

“I’ve heard no complaints,” Finn returned, turning a wicked look on her. 

Ezra cleared his throat. “And how long has this been going on?” he asked, analyzing the papers he was seeing. Finn had been writing when Ezra had come to bed, yes, but he’d only gone through a few pages then. To have filled out all of those…there were dozens, easily. And, as he looked, he noted that they were equally split between written passages, crossed-out ones, and little doodles with notes. 

One of them was clearly a picture of a penis between a pair of breasts. 

“Mmn…not sure,” Selina sighed, then hitched in a breath, shifting her hips. “Izzit dawn yet?” 

Ezra’s neck was growing heated, recognizing what was happening. She was giving the tiniest thrusts against Finn right then, biting her lip — which was already plump and red from excessive chewing. 

But that comment made him feel concerned. “Selina…what time did you get back?” he prompted, taking her chin to direct her gaze to him. 

Bedraggled but clearly pleased, she grinned at him. “Eleven…maybe midnight,” she offered, breathless, never stopping her ministrations. 

Finn gave a low hum, bordering on a growl. He suddenly yanked her into him and she cried out, her head falling back, a shiver racing through her. Her thighs shook and spasmed, implying very clearly that she’d just climaxed. 

Then Finn purred low, “Nine,” and Selina shuddered, clinging to him. 

Nine? Ezra wondered. Nine what? The only thing that happened just then had been — had been—

Oh, stars.  

His erection didn’t care that she’d been up for hours, riding Finn for who-knew-how-long; it surged with want, all but aching to get involved in what was going on. 

It was hard for him to resist the urge to palm himself and guide her lips down to him, knowing from experience that she could handle a bend like that without difficulty. But he made the effort, chiding his lovers, “If you’ve been doing this since you got back, then it’s been six hours, Selina. Finn, stop — she needs rest.” 

“Noooo,” she denied, suddenly snagging Ezra’s hand. She lapped at his fingers, saying, “Finn promised to fuck me stupid if I made him last until dawn. I’m so close, I can’t stop now.” 

Ezra’s brows shot up, even as his heart sped up at her little licks and sucks of his digits. “You promised her what, Finnegan?” he demanded, giving the man a stern look. 

Finn tossed him an unapologetic smirk. “I promised that if she kept me hard but didn’t make me cum until dawn, I was going to fuck her stupid. I also promised her you could help, if you were awake,” he hinted wickedly. 

It was absolutely shameful how hard that made Ezra, given he was worried Selina wouldn’t be able to handle it after hours of — this.  

But, stars, he liked this idea. It was ridiculously naughty, and he’d never felt so aroused yet so concerned at the same time before. 

Then Selina sent him a wicked look of her own, purring, “Will you help, Ezra? I promise to go to sleep right after.” 

A part of him wanted to say “no” for her own good. 

The rest of him reminded him that she was trained for excessive, torturous, absolutely punishing strenuous activities and could absolutely handle it. Her endurance rivaled Finn’s (which, Ezra could admit, meant he was usually the first of them to fold and often the one receiving the most pleasure, a fact for which he was eternally grateful). 

“Fuck,” he breathed, folding under the dark, gleaming promise in her blue eyes. 

“Please,” she returned, giving his index finger a long lick before sucking it past her lips. 

He shuddered, his cock surging again under his robe, seduced entirely by the feel of her tongue stroking his finger like that. Giving in entirely, he leaned down, slipping his finger out of her mouth so he could kiss her, long and deep. 

Finn gave an approving hum, setting his quill aside as he admired Ezra and Selina. He palmed one of her exposed breasts, massaging it, and she whimpered, shivering against him. 

“Ooh,” he purred. “She’s clenching me, Ezra. I think she likes your kiss.” 

Heat rushed through Ezra in a wave at those words, his mind supplying him with images — both imagined and recalled — of being buried inside her, feeling her squeezing down on him. 

Suddenly he was aching for it like nothing else. 

Withdrawing, he murmured, “Come to me,” and took her hands to guide her up and off of Finn. She started to follow, pausing only long enough to grip Finn’s chin and swipe her tongue past his lips before slipping off his lap. 

They both reacted to the separation, Selina shuddering and almost buckling as Finn groaned, his hips following her motion. Both men caught her to help steady her as she wavered, and she beamed at Ezra as she found her footing. 

“Where do you want me, then?” she purred. 

Finn took advantage of the momentary pause her words conjured in Ezra, leaning forward to lick and suck at her tits. She clutched him to her with one hand, then tugged Ezra to her lips with the other, selfishly enjoying the both of them for a long moment. 

Ezra couldn’t help but slip a hand down to her hip as they kissed, needing to know how she felt after hours of riding Finn like she’d done. As his fingers sought out her core, slipping past her barely-hanging-on robe to stroke her mons, she gave a cry into his mouth, jolting against him. 

She was ridiculously wet, he found first, and beyond sensitive, too. The lightest touch against her core had her shuddering, her fingers biting into his neck as she clung to him. 

Then his fingers dove inside her and he shivered. She was wetter than she’d ever been before and hotter than he would’ve believed possible — especially considering Finn’s cold skin. 

She would definitely need some time to recover, he decided, finally breaking the kiss. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have all sorts of fun in the meantime. 

After over a year of three-person tumbles in that bed, they’d learned all kinds of ways to pleasure one another. 

The way she eagerly thrust her tongue into his mouth told him she was beyond needy. She was ravenous, touching and writhing against him, tugging at his hair, sucking at his lips. This was far from the first time she’d gotten worked up like this; having two lovers often made her ridiculously aroused, she’d said before. Ezra felt the same way, having both her and Finn in his life — and his bed. 

So when she did away with her robe and pressed herself flush against him, all hot flesh and wandering hands, he couldn’t help but tumble with her into the bed. 

For a few minutes they wrestled there, writhing against each other, kissing desperately, and stripping him of his robe as they went. Finn watched from his chair, a fang digging into his lip, giving little hums and growls as they worked each other. 

Then Selina twisted them around again, putting herself on top, and finally withdrew from Ezra’s mouth with a wet smack. He couldn’t say he was entirely pleased at the loss of her lips — until she straddled his thighs, her hands stroking his cock with a devilish look in her eye. 

He already knew what was coming and he settled back, maneuvering with her until his legs were spread and she was crouched between them. The first touch of her tongue on his crown sent a thrill through him; by the fifth long, sensual lap he was moaning. 

Once she set in, alternating between licking and sucking on him, he tugged her golden hair over her shoulder and fisted it — not pulling or directing, but just keeping it out of the way so he could watch her clearly. 

Finn chose then to get up, taking the step necessary to relocate to the bed. His handsome smirk was on display as he leaned over Ezra, the two men meeting for another round of kissing. Ezra groaned, delighting in the dual feel of lips worshiping him in two distinct places. 

Selina gave a happy hum, too, declaring that she was watching and enjoying what she was seeing. The vibrations of her noises had Ezra squirming, one of his hands abandoning Selina to stroke at Finn, instead. 

He lovingly traced Finn’s thick, hard muscles, petting from the vampire’s hairy pectorals down his abs and finally between his legs, giving the other man a gentle handjob. 

Finn growled, starting to pet Ezra in turn. And along with his cold, iron hand, two warm, fleshy ones joined in. Suddenly three pairs of lips and six hands were occupied with one another, slowly driving Ezra insane. 

Finn was the first to break the kiss, withdrawing from the witch’s lips with a hungry noise and a deliberate, fanged tug of the darker man’s bottom lip. A tiny sting and the coppery flavor of blood told him that Finn had given a little nip, but all it managed to do was arouse Ezra further. 

Finn was always so much more ravenous when he had a few nips in the midst of their lovemaking, and Ezra expected this would be no different. 

Molten gold eyes appraised Ezra for a moment, then turned to regard Selina, still devoted to her task between Ezra’s thighs. She seemed to recognize she was being watched, her topaz eyes blinking open to look up at the men. 

Finn sent Ezra a naughty grin, then eased towards the foot of the bed, taking up a position behind Selina. The huntress was clearly excited by the move, her efforts pausing before she suddenly started sucking on Ezra’s member with twice the desire in every move. 

He yelled at the sudden increase, shuddering, then managed to warn Finn, “N-not yet, Finn. Give her some time to recov— ah! Recover,” he stuttered between hitching breaths. 

She lifted her head, stopping her fellating to say, “I can handle it.” 

“Selina — rest,” Ezra ordered. 

Finn leaned over her with a wicked grin, murmuring in her ear, “You heard the doctor.” 

She chuckled, then relented, returning to her servicing. Finn clearly still had a plan in mind, though; as she dipped her head to suckle at Ezra again, he slid behind her, guiding her hips higher with her knees braced far apart. He disappeared behind her, then, his head lowering out of sight. 

Just knowing what he was doing was already doing things to Ezra, but she made it worse by giving a muffled cry around his cock. She started pivoting and thrusting her hips, following whatever it was Finn was doing behind her, her pleased, hungry noises never ceasing. 

Ezra couldn’t help moaning under this onslaught, growing dangerously close to his peak. He was going to crest soon if this kept up, and he’d really rather hold on a while longer. 

Reaching down, he cupped Selina’s face, guiding her off him. “Enough,” he gasped, catching his breath. “Give me a break — I want to finish inside you.” 

She was already visibly enjoying herself, rocking against Finn behind her, but at Ezra’s words she gave a notable shudder. 

Then Finn reappeared from behind her, a devilish glint to his eye. To Selina, he murmured, “He thinks he’s going to last that long.” 

Ezra flushed, excitement coiling inside him. Whatever Finn was thinking, it was going to be amazing, he knew. 

Finn moved like a predator, coming to brace over Selina, caging her under his larger form. He nipped at her ear, then whispered, “Want to prepare him for me?” 

The immediate, bright look in her eyes said yes. Grinning, now, she lowered again, angling Ezra’s thighs further apart to delve even lower. 

Saying Ezra was as aroused as he could physically be was an understatement, just from the anticipation of what was coming. It didn’t help that he could see Finn positioning himself behind Selina as she found and started to work Ezra’s entrance, preparing to take her at the same time she was preparing Ezra to be taken. 

It was beyond pleasurable for the witch, then. The feel of Selina readying him with licks and careful prods of her fingers, her body jolting in time with Finn’s thrusts, her cries muffled against his flesh… All together it was simply too much. 

It didn’t help that Finn looked so damned pleased with everything, grinning and nipping at his own lips as his two lovers enjoyed themselves. He looked like the devil himself like that, gazing down on his lovers with a mixture of pride and affection. 

Ezra was already too close to losing his mind, but from the look of Finn right then he knew he had to endure this. It was a silent challenge, and the witch enjoyed these games they played too much to resist it. It was as if Finn were asking who would break first: him, Ezra, or Selina? 

It was getting harder to hold back by the second. The insistent, hot licks against his entrance, the sound of Finn’s skin slapping against Selina’s, her warm breath exhaling in pleased huffs and strangled cries… 

Ezra had to close his eyes to try and hold back, removing Finn’s naughty, gold eyes and Selina’s jolting body from his view. But it helped very little; he could still feel everything, his heart pounding harder and faster by the second. And the sound of Finn taking Selina, slowly speeding up the pace of his thrusts, it painted a picture in Ezra’s mind just as potent as the sight was. 

He was starting to writhe, hips lifting and shifting — though whether he was trying to help Selina or get away from her, even he wasn’t sure. 

And he broke first. 

In a desperate attempt to hold onto what remained of his sanity and keep a tight lid on his climax, he scrambled back from their huntress, gasping and sighing with relief as he pushed himself back against the headboard. 

She looked surprised by the move but unwilling to move, laying her head on the bed with a beckoning sort of look. And Finn didn’t stop fucking her, either; if anything, he started thrusting harder, her face flushing in pleasure and her body giving sharper and more dramatic jolts as he took her harder. 

She came quickly, shuddering against the sheets, burying her face in the crook of her arm the way she usually did when she climaxed in front of them. 

Ezra’s cock gave a pulse, watching her, wanting her. What was it Finn had said earlier…? Nine? He suddenly glanced at Finn, curious, anticipating… 

Finn had a wicked grin again, and he leaned down over Selina as she shivered and caught her breath, finally ceasing his thrusts. In her ear, he purred, “Ten.” 

She shuddered again, grinning huge. Then, as if that had been some kind of code word, she perked up, a predatory gaze landing on Ezra. 

She looked exhausted, but that clearly wasn’t going to stop her. She crawled out from under Finn to straddle Ezra, taking his lips again in a sloppy, hungry kiss. He groaned against her mouth, tugging her flush against him, her skin damp with sweat against his. 

Suddenly his legs were gripped and tugged, pulling him back into the middle of the bed. Against Finn’s vampiric strength it was like Ezra and Selina were nothing more than dolls, being rolled and posed as the vampire wanted. 

Not that either of them were complaining. 

Finn’s guidance ended in Selina on her back, Ezra between her legs atop her. Finn braced himself over Ezra’s back, teasing low, “You’ll have to take over for her. She needs her rest, you know?” 

Ezra shivered at those words, his cock more than ready to be buried inside her. How could he have resisted, looking down on her, golden hair fanned out underneath her, her topaz eyes glassy but still hot and needy, her pale, scarred skin glossy from sweat? She was more than a little well-fucked already, but she obviously still wanted Ezra and wouldn’t rest until she had him. 

He felt the same. 

He took a brief moment to kiss Finn over his shoulder before leaning down over Selina, bracing his legs, tugging her thighs around him. He guided himself inside her as he came down to his elbows, taking her lips as he breached her core. 

They both moaned into the kiss, hips shifting and rocking as he sank inside her. He shuddered as he was enveloped by her stretched-out walls, enjoying the feel of her well-used body entirely too much. The evidence of Finn’s continuous copulation was there in how loose she felt around Ezra, Finn the larger man in every aspect, and somehow it only made Ezra harder. 

As she coiled around him, audibly enjoying herself, Ezra began thrusting. He was careful at first, watching her for signs of discomfort; she’d been through a great deal and the last thing he wanted was for her to be in any pain. 

Then Finn pressed down on Ezra, spreading the smaller man’s backside. Ezra stopped dead with a little, thrilled gasp, his cock giving a pulse in anticipation of Finn entering him. 

Finn prodded him first, still slick from Selina’s juices and even warmed from her. The vampire was careful at first, as always, making sure he didn’t hurt the witch as he started to breach him. 

The sound Ezra made as Finn pushed inside him was loud and lewd, and he shuddered, rocking between his two loves almost involuntarily. It felt so good — too good — to be inside one with the other inside him, giving him pleasure from all sides. 

Finn put more weight on Ezra with a dark chuckle, forcing the witch down onto (and deeper into) Selina, and Ezra moaned at the feel. He could barely think when he was pinned on both sides like this: beneath him, Selina was giving a pleased smile, lust in her eyes; behind him, Finn was smirking, fangs on display, visibly pleased. 

Finn sandwiched the three of them even closer with a controlled lean, then growled in Ezra’s ear, “I’m going to cum so much and so deep you’ll need magic to get it all out again.” 

Ezra shivered, moaning, and his length gave another pulse inside Selina. 

“Empty words so far,” Selina pointed out breathlessly, starting to wriggle her hips. “Show him you mean it, Finn.” 

“Fuuuuuck,” Ezra hissed, the teasing too much for him right then; he started rocking his hips, fucking himself on Finn’s cock while fucking Selina at the same time. His eyes rolled back as the pleasure washed over him, the tandem sex almost overwhelming, yet he couldn’t stop himself. 

With a chuckle, Finn commented, “I might not even have to fuck him. Do you feel that, huntress? We’re driving him crazy.” 

“Finn,” Ezra moaned, partly a chide and partly a beg. 

“I feel it,” Selina agreed, canting her hips to match Ezra’s motions. “Ohh, Finn,” she whined, “you’re leaving us both hanging. Come on, we need it, finish us,” she prompted. 

“Selina—!” Ezra bit out, his thrusts growing quicker and harder. This dirty talk was just — so good, too good, too much! 

Finn’s cock was the one to give a surge this time, and Ezra shuddered again at the feel. Now the vampire was the one affected by the dirty talk, starting to pump his hips at last as he growled out, “Now how can I resist a plea like that?” 

As usual, when Finn did this Ezra was swiftly overpowered. It didn’t take long before his motions were controlled by Finn’s, the vampire driving the both of them; in moments Ezra had no agency left, fucking Selina to the pace Finn decided to set. 

It didn’t stop the witch from trying, but all he could manage in his position was to try and fuck them harder. Selina was gasping and moaning under him, bucking her hips to receive him with every stroke, and she surged up to kiss him ravenously. 

Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him against her mouth as they both rocked to Finn’s motions, the pair moaning constantly. 

Finn’s thrusts grew increasingly heavy with each one, withdrawing further to slam back into Ezra with louder and deeper impacts. He was starting to growl, too — his tell, informing both mortals that his control was finally slipping. He was letting himself go, and that meant explosive orgasms from all three. 

Finn absolutely railed Ezra, forcing the witch to fuck Selina just as hard, both recipients shaking and crying out from the impacts. The room echoed with the slap-slap, slap-slap rhythm of their lovemaking, each one punctuated with pleasured cries and shouts and verbal begs for more. 

With a snarl, Finn seized Ezra by his hair, tugging the witch’s chin up. Finn kissed him deep, nipping his lips, and Ezra snapped. 

Their rutting was already pushing Ezra over the edge, but then going from kissing Selina to then kissing Finn, his lips stinging from the vampire’s rough treatment? Ezra came with a muffled shout, his noises swallowed up by Finn’s relentless mouth. 

His body shook all over as he climaxed, his length pulsing inside Selina, filling her with shot after shot of his cum. He wanted to do something — anything — but, at that moment, all he could was shiver and shove back and forth between his lovers, his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth open for the taking. 

Finn gave him no reprise; he broke the kiss only to shove Ezra’s face down to Selina, ordering roughly, “Kiss her.” 

Ezra barely had the cognizance to obey, sloppily taking her mouth as she wrapped her legs around him and fucked herself into him. It was too much — he was already oversensitive from his orgasm and Finn hadn’t let up, and now Selina was humping against him and sucking on his tongue. 

He needed to tell them to stop, to let him recover, but their grips were too strong and he had little control of his faculties remaining. He could only moan in protest and pleasure, shuddering between them, desperately trying to catch his breath. 

Selina came next, clearly aroused by Ezra’s orgasm and subsequent shuddering, her walls clenching on his softening member and making his shakes worse. 

Finn was the last to climax, as usual; he rutted Ezra impossibly harder for a second, then stopped and held with a deep, almost feral snarl. His cock surged and swelled inside Ezra as he came, flooding the witch’s insides with cold, vampiric cum. 

Ezra had long since gone limp, and he moaned into Selina’s neck as he shivered and trembled between them. That had been entirely too intense for the witch…and yet, he found himself grinning. A part of him recognized only then how Selina must have felt when he tried to tell her to stop. 

Exhausted and overwhelmed, yet she’d still wanted more. He understood that, now. 

Finn gave gentle rocks against them for a long moment before he pulled back at last, letting his cum flow out of Ezra. He hummed in approval as he moved aside, reclining on his back, pleased as the cat that ate the canary. 

Ezra managed enough strength to give Finn a mild glower, muttering, “You were planning that all night, weren’t you?” 

Finn chuckled. 

Beneath him, Selina shifted, letting her legs fall off him at last. “M’just happy to be here,” she slurred, grinning. 

Ezra gave a wincing smile, pushing himself up and out of her. “Sorry,” he apologized, “I should’ve gotten up before.” 

Though her eyes were closed, she replied, still grinning, “I can take it.” 

“It — and more,” Finn noted, pushing himself up to position himself on top of her. 

Ezra frowned, a warning in his tone as he said, “Finnegan…let her rest. For real, this time.” 

“You filled her,” Finn threw back, “it’s not fair if I don’t, too.” 

Ezra made a disgruntled noise; Selina giggled. Peeling her eyes open, she threw Ezra a grin, saying, “It’s fine…I was waiting all night for this.” 

Ezra sighed. “You two are insatiable.” 

“Said the pot to the kettle,” Finn retorted, tossing him a grin. Then, leaning on an elbow, he twisted to gesture his hardening cock, saying, “Clean me up for her, will you?” 

The witch wanted to scowl. He wanted to scold them both for recklessness and foolishness. 

Instead, he wove a spell over his vampire’s cock, cleaning it so Finn could safely fuck Selina for the umpteenth time that day. 

And then he settled in to watch.