The Mighty Belthazor

"I love you," she murmured softly, turning her face to meet Cole's eyes. She then looked into Anders's face and repeated that. "I love you."

Having Cole holding the two of them together like this left Phoebe feeling like she was center of a firestorm; every fiber and nerve in her body was alive and reacting to both the physical sensations and the empathic ones as well.

When Anders started moving inside her, she moaned, moving against both of them, arching her hips slightly.

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Cole made a soft groan as Phoebe rocked against him. He nibbled at her neck, fingers digging into Anders's ass.

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Anders smiled at Phoebe, his eyes dark with emotion, and nipped lightly at her jaw as he began to deepen his strokes, encouraged in no small way by the feel of Bel's fingers digging into his ass. He reached out to trail his fingers up the back of Bel's neck, then up into his hair, further holding all three of them closer together.

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Phoebe made another soft moan as she felt Anders sliding deeper inside her. As he moved likie that, she would arch up against him to take him deeper, and then press herself back, feeling her ass squirming against Cole's erection that she could feel getting harder.

"You guys make me want you both so much," she murmured.

She made not have been aware she said that out loud.

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She couldn't possibly be suggesting what he thought she was suggesting. "Want you, too, baby," Cole said, rubbing his cock against the cleft of her ass.

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"Always want you," grunted Anders, his eyes widening briefly as he took in what she had said. "Both of you."

He nipped at her throat again and increased his rhythm just the slightest bit, holding on to both of them.

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Phoebe whimpered as she moved her ass back against Cole's cock. She tangled one leg around one of Anders', pulling him close. She shivered when he nipped at her throat.

"Always..."

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Cole nuzzled her shoulders and the back of her neck. "Anything you want," he murmured.

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"Anything," echoed Anders, a little too caught up in sensation to formulate words of his own right now. He shivered slightly as he moved closer, slid a little deeper, but forced himself to keep things slow. "Want you to feel good. Want you both to feel good. Just . . . want you."

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Phoebe shivered from everything she was feeling and swallowed. Phoebe arched a little with Ander's movements, keeping them at the same pace. As she did this, she pushed back against Cole again.

"Want... want you both..."

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Cole moved his hand to Phoebe's hip, caressing it and the curve of her backside. ". . . you sure?" he said, somewhat hesitant.

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Anders glanced at him questioningly before looking back at Phoebe. He couldn't deny that the idea was making his pulse race even more than it already was. "If you're sure," he murmured as he held himself pressed close against her, the words both a question and a promise.

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Phoebe turned her face back to look at Cole and her eyes were dark. "Yes, Baby," she said softly, rocking back against him. "Want... I want to feel both..." she shivered, the sensations making it hard to form words.

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Cole kissed her hungrily. He couldn't deny the thought hadn't crossed his mind more than once, but he was afraid of hurting her. "Okay," he said softly. "But don't be afraid to say stop, okay?"

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Anders traced his tongue along her jawline. "We want you to feel good," he added. Just thinking about this was making his breathing a little more ragged, and he pressed closer, rocking his hips against her very slowly.

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Phoebe kissed Cole just as hungrily as he had kissed her. When she felt Ander's tongue along her jaw, she kissed him, too, moving her hips against him as she turned to look at Cole with passion and need in her eyes.

"I'm not afraid. You won't hurt me. Niether of you would hurt me. I want..."

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Cole nuzzled her neck, then reached his arm out behind him, fumbling on the nightstand for the lube he'd used earlier. He squirted some on the fingers of one hand, then snuggled back up against Phoebe, reaching down and starting to explore.

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Anders bent his head and trailed kisses down Phoebe's throat and between her breasts as he reached over and ran his fingers through Bel's hair. "Really frakking hot . . ."

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Phoebe moaned softly as she felt Cole exploring and she pushed back against him.

Not having having her hands free, she lifted her leg to run her foot along Anders's thigh.

"Love you," she murmured. "Love you both so much..."

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Cole nipped at Phoebe's neck as he eased one finger inside her. "So much," he echoed.

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Anders's fingers tightened in Bel's hair, and he caught Phoebe's lower lip gently in his teeth. "Love you," he rasped against her lips -- the words meant for them both -- as he kept moving inside her slowly, deliberately.

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The shock of new sensations that started moving through Phoebe at Cole's touch caused her to groan softly. She pressed back against him as she tangled her legs tighter with Anders.

"Feels good..."

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"Just let me know if it hurts, sweetheart," Cole murmured, still nibbling at her neck, moving his finger slowly, letting her adjust.

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Anders trailed his fingers gently up Phoebe's arm, pausing to tease the sensitive skin at the inside of her elbow, and laced his fingers together with hers. He pressed closer against her and nipped at her lip again as he let out a soft whimper of happiness.

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