Entwined Desires, Uncharted Territory

I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing with possibilities. The memory of what had just happened—Jaxon's sudden withdrawal, the fear in his eyes—still stung, but beneath that pain stirred something else. A determination. A wanting.

"I'm going to talk to him," I said, sitting up and reaching for my discarded clothes.

Rhys caught my wrist gently. "Maybe give him some space, Hazel. When Jax gets like this..."

"No," I said firmly. "That's the problem. Everyone gives him space. Everyone lets him retreat." I pulled on my oversized t-shirt. "I'm not letting him push us away again."

Rhys studied me for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay. But be careful."

I found Jaxon in his room, sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. He didn't look up when I entered, but his body tensed.

"Get out," he said, voice rough.

I closed the door behind me. "No."

His head snapped up, eyes flashing. "I said—"

"I heard you," I interrupted. "And I'm not leaving."

We stared at each other, locked in silent battle. Neither of us willing to back down.

"What happened back there wasn't about me," I finally said. "It was about you. About something in your past."

His jaw tightened. "You don't know anything about me."

"Then let me know you," I challenged, moving closer. "Let me in, Jax."

Something flickered across his face—vulnerability quickly masked by anger. "Why? So you can fix me? Save the broken bad boy?"

I shook my head. "No. Because we're bonded. Because I care about you. And because I think you care about me too, even if it terrifies you."

He looked away, his shoulders rigid with tension.

"I'm not asking you to talk about it," I continued softly. "I'm just asking you not to run."

When he remained silent, I took a deep breath and made a decision. If he wouldn't come to me, I'd go to him. Not with comfort, but with something else—something that might break through his walls.

"Fine. Don't talk," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "But I want you to watch something."

That got his attention. His eyes narrowed in confusion as I walked to the door. I opened it just enough to peer out into the hallway.

"Rhys," I called softly. "Can you come here?"

Jaxon stiffened further. "What are you doing?"

I ignored him as Rhys appeared in the doorway, his expression cautious.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

I nodded, taking his hand and pulling him inside. "I want Jaxon to watch us," I said boldly.

Rhys's eyebrows shot up. "Watch us...?"

"Yes." I met his gaze steadily, silently communicating my intentions.

Understanding dawned in his eyes, quickly followed by heat. "Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

Jaxon stood abruptly. "I'm not doing this."

"No one's asking you to do anything," I said calmly. "Just watch. Stay or go—your choice."

I turned my attention fully to Rhys, taking his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me against him.

I was acutely aware of Jaxon's presence, of the weight of his gaze on us. But I didn't let myself look at him, focusing instead on the feel of Rhys's mouth on mine, his hands sliding under my shirt.

When we broke the kiss, both breathing hard, I met Rhys's eyes. "I want to taste you," I whispered, just loud enough for Jaxon to hear.

Rhys's pupils dilated. "Fuck, Hazel."

I sank to my knees in front of him, my heart pounding with nervous excitement. I'd never done this so... purposefully before. Never with an audience. The thought of Jaxon watching sent an unexpected thrill through me.

I unzipped Rhys's jeans slowly, looking up at him through my lashes. His hands tangled in my hair as I freed his erection, already hard and straining toward me.

"You're beautiful," I murmured, wrapping my fingers around his length.

I caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of my eye—Jaxon hadn't left. He'd moved to the chair in the corner, his expression unreadable, his body tense. But he was staying.

Emboldened, I leaned forward and took Rhys into my mouth. He groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. I took my time, exploring him with my tongue, learning what made his breath hitch, what made his hips jerk forward involuntarily.

"That's it, Hazel," Rhys encouraged, his voice strained. "So good."

I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, pleased with the sounds I was drawing from him. My own body was responding, heat pooling between my thighs. The knowledge that Jaxon was watching, that we were breaking through his barriers in this primal way, only heightened my arousal.

I was so focused on Rhys that I didn't notice Jaxon had moved until I felt his presence behind me. His hand joined Rhys's in my hair, guiding my movements, setting a rhythm that had Rhys cursing under his breath.

"Like this," Jaxon murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through me.

The dominance in that simple touch, the way he was directing both of us without joining in physically, was intoxicating. I moaned around Rhys, causing him to thrust deeper into my mouth.

"Fuck, Hazel," Rhys gasped. "I'm close."

Jaxon's grip on my hair tightened. "Make him come," he commanded softly.

I redoubled my efforts, taking Rhys as deep as I could, swirling my tongue around his length. Rhys's thighs tensed under my hands, his breathing becoming erratic.

"Hazel," he warned, trying to pull back, but I held firm, wanting to taste all of him.

When he came, I swallowed everything, continuing to work him with my mouth until he gently pulled away, his legs trembling slightly.

Before I could catch my breath, Jaxon's hand fisted in my hair, pulling me up and around to face him. His eyes were molten, burning with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs.

"You're playing with fire," he growled.

And then his mouth was on mine, devouring, claiming. I could feel him tasting Rhys on my tongue, and the thought was wildly erotic. I clutched at his shoulders, pressing myself against him.

When he finally released me, I was dizzy with need.

"Take off his clothes," I heard Rhys say behind me.

Jaxon's eyes flickered over my shoulder, something passing between him and Rhys that I couldn't decipher. Then he nodded once, sharply.

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the hem of Jaxon's shirt. I pulled it over his head, revealing the intricate tattoos that covered his torso. I traced one—a snarling wolf—with my fingertip, feeling the muscles beneath his skin tighten at my touch.

I moved to his jeans next, carefully lowering the zipper. He was already hard, his erection straining against the fabric. When I freed him, I couldn't help but gasp. He was pierced—a barbell through the head of his cock that glinted in the dim light.

"Did that hurt?" I asked without thinking.

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Yes."

Rhys moved closer, his hand sliding around my waist. "She wants you," he said to Jaxon, his voice low and intimate. "And I want to watch you make her scream."

The raw carnality of his words sent a shiver down my spine. This was happening. We were doing this—together. The three of us, intertwined.

"Is that what you want?" Jaxon asked me, his eyes searching mine.

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "I want you. Both of you."

He nodded once, then reached for me, lifting me easily and carrying me to the bed. He laid me down, then stepped back, watching as Rhys helped me out of my clothes.

When I was naked, Jaxon moved between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs. "Are you sure?" he asked again.

In answer, I reached for him, pulling him down on top of me. The weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, felt perfect. Right.

Rhys positioned himself at the head of the bed, his hands cradling my face as Jaxon lined himself up at my entrance. The first push took my breath away—the stretch, the slight sting, the unfamiliar sensation of his piercing.

"Fuck," Jaxon groaned, his forehead pressed against mine. "You feel..."

"Amazing," I finished for him, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper.

He began to move, setting a rhythm that had me gasping with each thrust. The piercing hit places inside me I didn't know could feel so good, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.

Rhys guided my face toward his renewed erection, but this time I was too distracted by Jaxon's movements to do more than lick and suck sporadically.

"Here," Rhys said, moving to my side. "Let me help."

He reached between our bodies, his fingers finding my clitoris, circling in time with Jaxon's thrusts. The combined sensation was overwhelming. I cried out, my body arching off the bed.

"That's it," Rhys murmured, his touch becoming more insistent. "Let go, Hazel."

I was close, so close, when Rhys suddenly moved his hand lower. I felt his finger pressing against my entrance alongside Jaxon's cock, adding pressure, stretching me further.

The additional fullness was exquisite, pushing me to the edge of climax. Jaxon groaned at the added friction, his pace becoming more erratic.

"I want to change positions," he rasped, his eyes locking with Rhys's over my body.

Before I could respond, they were moving me, Jaxon sitting back against the headboard, guiding me onto his lap, my back to his chest. Rhys knelt between our spread legs, watching as Jaxon helped me lower myself onto him again.

From this angle, the piercing hit something deep inside me that had me seeing stars. I leaned back against Jaxon's chest, panting, as Rhys's hands stroked up my thighs.

With sudden clarity, I realized what this position allowed—Rhys had perfect access to... other parts of me. Parts I'd never explored with a partner before.

I felt Rhys's finger, slick with my own arousal, circle my anus teasingly.

Shit. I've never done anal. I can't take them both at the same time, can I?