A Valentine's day treat for you guys-this chapter is purely smut. Warning for: anal, threesome, oral sex, sex in general...
This my first time writing a threesome so please understand if it's not very good.
Once the FBI agents had cleared out, Will stuck around a little longer, milling about to help clean up the mess. Holly was humming as she wiped up blood from the floor, completely undisturbed by the fact that she'd witnessed two murders right in front of her. She heard Will and Hannibal both talking quietly, but she was more caught up in her own thoughts than what the two men were saying.
Suddenly it got quiet, and Will was beside her, taking her arm and lightly tugging her up off the floor. She gave him a curious look, platinum eyes questioning as she straightened up to a standing position. He looked…upset, almost; frantic, even.
"Will? What is it?" she inquired, brushing her hands off on her jeans.
Wordlessly, he tightened his grip on her hand and turned, leading her through the house. Wondering what he was doing, she humored him, allowing him to guide her down the hall, up the stairs.
"Will?" she called as he pulled her into Hannibal's room, "What are you…?"
She trailed off when she saw Hannibal was already there, apparently waiting for them. His injuries were sealed and bandaged nicely, and though it still pained her a little to see him wounded, he certainly did not look as though he felt the same way. In fact, he very much looked like there was something going on beneath the surface.
"Hannibal?"
Her voice was an octave too high, she realized, and she quietly cleared her throat, hoping neither man had noticed. From the way the two exchanged looks, she'd guess that hadn't missed it by a longshot.
"Holly, there's something both Will and I wanted to discuss with you," the psychologist began, making Holly blink.
"What is it?" she asked.
As she spoke, he took several rapid steps towards her, and she automatically backed up in return, running straight into Will. The other man wrapped his arms around her waist, firm but not tight, pressing her back into him, effectively trapping Holly. Something ignited, low in her stomach, and she had a sneaking suspicion she was about to find out what they wanted to "talk" about.
"We've noticed that you've changed greatly since you came into our close company," Hannibal explained, closing the distance between them further.
"You're different," Will murmured huskily in her ear, making a shiver pass through her that she was helpless to repress.
"I've seen some of your drawings, Holly. All three of us know what you are, what you've been trying to hide," Hannibal picked up, close enough to touch now.
"I'm not trying to hide anything," Holly bluffed, voice unsteady.
"Liar," Will accused, his lips skimming the shell of her ear, "don't keep secrets from us, Holly, or we'll have to compel you to tell us."
A little gasp caught in her throat as he kissed her neck, tongue flicking out across the skin briefly. Her head tipped to allow him access, but he didn't continue, and she could feel his smirk.
"Tell us, Holly," Hannibal commanded, capturing her jaw and forcing her to look at him as he brought his lips within a hairbreadth of hers, "what have you been trying to hide?"
Will's hands were beginning to roam, finding their way under her shirt to feel the slope and curve of her waist and hips. Her eyelids dropped to half mast, her focus entirely on the doctor standing before her and the warm hands on her body.
"I don't want to be prey anymore," she confessed, voice barely above a whisper, "I want to be the predator now, like I'm supposed to be. I've had enough of pretending to be a lamb."
Hannibal smirked, in that maddening, gorgeous way of his and brushed his thumb across her cheek. One of Will's hands wandered south, to the waistband of her jeans, nimbly undoing the button.
"Then we'll teach you how to be a wolf," he promised lowly, nibbling at a tender spot that made her moan, "and this will be your first lesson."
Will suddenly spun her in his arms so that she faced him and crashed his lips into hers before she could reorient herself. With a pleased noise, she pressed into him, arms snaking up his chest, winding around his neck. Her fingers tangled in his curls, tugging slightly. He audibly growled, and this was accompanied by the sound of her shirt ripping.
When she gasped, he took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. He tasted so good, with a sort of unique flesh flavor that her mind registered and catalogued as Will. Too soon, she was pulled back, pressed up against a hard body that she immediately recognized as Hannibal.
Somewhere along the way he'd stripped while Will had Holly preoccupied, and now he helped her into the same state of undress, kissing and nipping and licking at her neck, shoulders, and jaw. She desperately wanted to touch him, but when she tried to turn, he redirected her to face Will, who was also rapidly disrobing.
Holly watched, mesmerized, at the strong, corded muscle that rippled beneath the investigator's skin. The dim lighting cast perfect shadows across the planes of his body, highlighted the muscles in just the right way that she was aching to touch him too. His light blue eyes reflected fire and sin as he stared her down, removing every article of clothing far too slowly for her liking.
Completely naked now, she felt Hannibal's length pressing into her bare thigh. She was flush against him, she could feel the subtle movements of his lean muscle against her back. Will crossed the room to her again, capturing her lips, hands trailing up her sides to her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as he began kneading them, his thumb brushing over her nipples every now and then, sending little shocks through her system.
"Are you sure about this, Holly?" Hannibal asked, squeezing her hip, "This is your one and only warning. There is no coming back from this. Once you're ours like this, we will not be so willing to let you go."
She didn't even need to think about it (although she had considered the prospect more than once), the idea of being with both of them, so completely, so intimately, felt right.
"I'm sure," she answered, panting a little, "please, Hannibal, Will. I need you both."
They exchanged looks over her shoulder before a very dark, very seductive smile twisted Will's lips up and he pulled her into him, stroking her cheek and trailing light kisses along her jaw.
"Soon," he promised, "soon."
He walked her backwards until she legs hit the edge of the bed and buckled. Hannibal, already on the bed, grabbed hold of her arms, sliding her back against the sheets until she lay against him. His hands travelled along her side until he reached her breast again and he began pinching and rolling her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making her arch and gasp.
Will looked on, licking his lips at the sight of his two lovers, completely naked before him. He lowered himself down, crawling on all fours towards them. Hannibal noticed him first, a silent message passing between them before the psychiatrist distracted Holly with a kiss, dominating her mouth roughly enough that her lip split open again and the cannibal lapped greedily at the blood, somehow managing to turn her on more than he had before.
Taking his opportunity, Will grabbed onto her hips, lifting her up and placing her legs over his shoulders. Hannibal managed to retain her most attention up until the exact moment Will's tongue touched her hot core. A high-pitched whimper filled the room and Holly tried squirming, but the men had her well in hand, holding her firmly in place. Hannibal shushed her, capturing her lips again as Will continued his ministrations, hitting all the right places.
She was getting closer and closer to that edge, nearly there, when he suddenly stopped, gently lowering her hips to the mattress. She whined in protest, but it didn't last long as Hannibal suddenly brought both of them from their lounging position so that they sat upright on their knees. He nudged her legs apart and she heard the crack of a bottle opening, before she felt him at her ass, pushing into her lower back to allow him better access.
Will caught her as the doctor began pushing one finger inside her pumping in and out. She moaned Hannibal's name as he added a second finger, and not soon enough, a third. Holly gripped onto Will through all of this, and he eased her through it with murmurs of praise or encouragement and little kisses and nibbles. Her nails dug into his skin deeper than she intended, and every once in a while an unconscious bite would make him growl or moan, which only just keyed her up more.
By the time Hannibal was finally satisfied that she was ready, she'd nearly gone mad with anticipation. He sat up behind her, his pelvis pressing into her buttocks as he rubbed himself against her folds, coating his shaft in her natural lubrication. Holly gasped into Will's shoulder as Hannibal slowly, achingly, pushed himself inside her, centimeter by centimeter. When he fully seated himself inside her, he kissed a line down her spine, his tongue skimming out to touch the soft, creamy skin.
"You wanted to become a wolf," Will intoned, voice coming out as a husky rumble, "it's time you submit to the alphas."
He tangled his hand in her auburn-tinted hair, but she didn't need any indication of where to go. Holly was already kissing her way down his chest, his stomach, pausing to properly worship the V of his pelvis before moving lower, her breath fanning across his erection. Her tongue flicked out across the head, and at that exact moment, Hannibal shifted. The movement was ever so slight, but she felt it shudder through her body and she nearly collapsed at the pleasure.
"Oh, god," she gasped, breath uneven.
"There is no God here," Hannibal informed her darkly, "only us."
Panting, she readjusted her shaky limbs before licking a line down Will's length simultaneously as Hannibal pulled out of her almost entirely. She felt uncomfortably alone without him inside her, but focused her attention on Will instead, who'd gone far too long without the type of attention she was sure he needed.
She began taking him into her mouth and with each movement, Hannibal began thrusting. It started slowly, as she familiarized herself with Will's circumference, but the more enthusiastic she became, the faster and harder Hannibal pushed into her, until she was moaning on Will's cock, making his groans only deepen as well.
Both Will and Holly were reaching their limit, but Will, not yet ready to be finished yet, pulled Holly away, wiping at her mouth for her as she looked up at him with wide silvery eyes. He looked away from her to Hannibal, that same seemingly telepathic connection passing between them. The psychiatrist slowed his movements until he was just shallowly thrusting and then he stopped altogether, pulling her up again, changing the angle. It felt so good she nearly came right there.
"Not yet," he murmured in her ear, feeling the tension in her body, "be good for us and wait."
Near tears with want, she nodded, leaning her head back against his shoulder as he toyed with her nipples. Will moved closer, his fingers trailing up her thigh to her hot core. He rubbed against her clit, making her shake with the desire to move, even the slightest bit, but she knew that if she did, she'd fall over the edge.
"Will," she begged helplessly, "please, I'm going to…"
His deep chuckle made fresh lightening run into her belly and she sucked in a breath.
"You want it?" he asked, movements slowing, startling blue eyes trapping hers.
"Yes," she whimpered, "please, Will."
He slid his cock against her folds without actually entering her, enjoying the way her nails dug into his forearm and the truly breathtaking noises she was making.
"Ask again," he commanded, lips barely brushing over hers.
"Please, Will," she whimpered, "please, I need you."
His lips found hers again as lined himself up and then slowly pushed into her, bodily adjusting her in such a way that she was acutely aware of both men inside her. She gripped onto both of them tightly, completely out of her mind with a mix of pleasure and need for them to start moving.
"Are you ready?" Hannibal whispered in her ear.
She only managed a shaky nod in response, but it was luckily enough as they began moving in sync. They set a slow, erotic rhythm as one pumped in while the other pumped out so that it was impossible to tell where the cycle started and where it began. She wanted desperately to move with them, but both Will and Hannibal held her firmly between them, and she could do little more than moan their names and accept the praise they readily bestowed upon her.
It wasn't long before both men were reaching their limit right alongside her. Will was panting a little, droplets of sweat make his skin glisten in the low light, and his thrusts were getting messy and uneven. She noticed the same in Hannibal as well, though he wasn't nearly as vocal as Will.
The serial killer turned her chin, almost roughly, to kiss her, dominating her mouth with more ferocity than he had before. Something about his other persona, his true one coming to the surface pushed her that much closer to the edge she was already rapidly approaching. One hand snaked from her waist between her legs, rubbing against her already sensitive clit.
"She can come," Will breathed, lips on her neck, "I'm almost…"
"Please, Hannibal," she moaned.
"You have my permission," he growled, startling her with the ferocity in the four words.
She lost herself in the sensations of both men sliding in and out of her, erratically and out of sync now. Will shifted her hips just a bit in order to continue, but as it turned out, that was all they needed for both men to finally hit those sweet spots. Only a couple thrusts later, Holly came, body tensing, waves of intense pleasure crashing into her. She shut her eyes, seeing stars as she cried out and another orgasm went through her, followed by Will and then Hannibal finishing as well.
She went limp against Hannibal, head dropping back onto his shoulder as he and Will pulled out of her at the same time. She was unaware of the little whine that escaped her before Hannibal gently shushed her, laying her down to his left while Will collapsed on her other side, all three of them covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
"Perfection," Hannibal praised when he'd scraped enough energy together, the backs of his fingers brushing across her cheek.
Her silvery eyes fluttered closed for a moment before she turned into him, snuggling up against him. Will followed soon after, plastering himself to her back with a careless arm thrown around her waist.
"You were stunning," he murmured, kissing her jaw lightly.
She smiled tiredly with a little hum.
"That was…incredible…" she sighed with exhaustion, eyes drifting closed again.
Holly didn't regret what had just happened, and she doubted that she would in the morning.