A/N: My new career field takes a lot of my time. Updates are always sporadic. Sorry, y'all! I don't always have time to type up what I have time to jot down in my notebook.

This turned out to be purely smut. Actual plot next chapter. I won't apologize, because I'm not actually sorry. Lol.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.

*possible trigger warnings: minor dom/sub themes*

Chapter Three:

Things went from zero to sixty really quick, with Peter and Chris. I hadn't expected things to heat up as fast as they did, but damn, did I enjoy the sizzle.

They told me that they craved female companionship, but I didn't know the extent of that. That much, they weren't clear on. Where they just looking for a hook up? Lydia said that wasn't their style, but who can tell anymore?

"Penny for your thoughts, kitten?" Peter asked, pulling me back to reality. I looked up at him and took a sip of my wine.

"Nothing important," I fibbed, losing my nerve. A mischievous glint in his eyes told me that he didn't believe me for a second, but thankfully he didn't push it.

"Was it too much, too fast, sweetheart?" Chris guessed. I bit my lip and looked up at him, unable to decipher what exactly I was feeling.

"No," I finally said, because it hadn't been too fast. I was just second-guessing myself.

"Would it help, if we discussed our intentions with you, Bonnie?" Chris asked me, like he could read my mind. I nodded and followed him to the couch.

The guys had both changed into pairs of lounge pants that hung low on their hips, both black in color. Chris gave me a button down shirt to wear. I put it on over my undergarments, since my bikini was still damp. I had left a few buttons undone and rolled the sleeves up a bit, so it wasn't quite so long on me. I was suddenly grateful for the shirt, since it's longer than my sweater. I felt a lot less naked, with it on.

"Chris and I don't have an existing romantic relationship with each other. We are affectionate and spend time together, but something was always missing." Peter explained.

"What we're proposing with you, is that try a relationship together. We aren't suggesting that you jump into something. You barely know us. We want the opportunity to court you." Chris elaborated.

"Really, 'court' Christopher? Are you trying to age yourself? Other than his poor choice in words, he's not wrong, sweet one. We don't need an answer. We just wanted to be clear with our intentions." Peter mused. I bit my lip, as I mulled over his proposition. The prospect of being with them both on a permanent basis appealed to me a lot more than as a one-night stand.

"Okay." I breathed.

"Okay?" Chris echoed. I just nodded.

"I'm interested in dating you both and seeing what happens." I expressed. Chris moved first, probably because he was closest to me. He caressed the side of my face and touched his forehead to mine.

"Sweetheart, can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice low and rough.

"Yes," I breathed. His lips touched mine and I relaxed against him. I felt Peter's arms go around my middle, then I was being lifted off of the couch. He settled me onto his lap, as Chris kept kissing me. Peter's lips left a tantalizing trail along my neck. I hissed, as I squirmed against him. I felt his arousal underneath me. Chris parted my legs, allowing him to feel on both of us.

"Maybe she should sit on my lap, Peter. You did say that you wanted to taste her." Chris offered. His words went straight to my libido. I looked up at him, as they both felt me up. I had a sinking feeling that I looked as wrecked as I felt.

"Are you going to let me taste your lips first, lover?" Peter purred. My mouth fell open, as Chris' fingers rubbed me and Peter's hands dipped under my shirt. Chris' fingertips dipped under my lace boy shorts and strummed my core, as Peter kissed him, soundly.

I stifled a moan, as I forgot how to breathe. They were teasing me in the best way. The sounds they were making and being between them would be enough to make any woman wet out of her mind. The fact that they were touching me, too, made it impossible to sit still.

I knew that my underwear and Chris' lap would soon be drenched. I was too turned on to be embarrassed about it.

"Kitten, you're soaked." Chris groaned. I nodded as I writhed shamelessly against him. He moved his fingers from my lace underthings and brought them to his mouth. My breath hitched as I turned to watch him suck his fingers.

"How does she taste, Christopher?" Peter asked, before pressing his lips to Chris' once more. "I think I may need to see for myself, directly from the source." He breathed.

Chris lifted me up, so Peter could pull my boy-shorts down my hips and off of my legs. He sat me back on his lap and spread my legs. I felt exposed, as I sat under Peter's appreciative gaze.

"Darling, all that for us?" He murmured, as he kissed his way to the inside of my thighs. I was shaking a little, I knew that I was. I felt out of practice. It didn't help that they made me feel like my skin was on fire.

"She's trembling, Peter. It's not nice to tease." Chris tutted. Peter looked up at me with an unapologetic smirk and gave my heat a lazy lick. I gasped as my mouth went slack. "Peter can be a tease, but he always delivers." Chris reassured me. His hands roamed the top half of my body. He worked the shirt I was wearing off, before unclasping my bra. He let it fall forward.

Peter caught it, before looking up at us. I was too stimulated to be embarrassed about sitting naked in front of them both. I hissed, as Chris rolled my nipples in between his fingers and Peter grazed his teeth against my sensitive nub at the same time. If they keep this up, I won't last long.

Peter's tongue dipped inside me and I cried out. He pulled back to survey what Chris was doing to me. I whined at the loss of contact.

"What did I tell you about teasing?" Chris asked him, his tone clearly playful.

"You know I live for breaking the rules, Christopher. What are you going to do about it?" Peter wanted to get a rise out of Chris. I would be lying if i said that the power play wasn't hot as hell.

"Do you really want to find out?" Chris' voice lowered and the warning was clear. But the mischief in Peter's eyes told me that was exactly the reaction he was looking for.

"Yes," Peter's voice sounded breathless, like he was turned on by Chris showing his alpha side. I gasped, trying not to be hot and bothered by both of them. I was dripping and they were barely touching me.

Chris moved his hand down my side, until he reached Peter. He grabbed Peter by his hair, before he moved him closer to my heat. I could feel Peter's breath against me. I eyes fluttered closed and I bit my lip.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to see this. I can tell how it's affecting you." Chris' voice coaxed me into obeying. I nodded and looked down at Peter. "Good girl," he purred. Chris pulled Peter's face closer, until he was kissing my lower lips. "Lick," Chris ordered. Peter winked, before listening.

I moaned and tried to keep my eyes open. Chris used his other hand to hold me open. Being dominated and watching Peter submitting to Chris was too much. I was already close.

"She's getting close, Peter." Chris warned. Peter doubled his efforts. "My our good girl and come on his tongue, kitten. Give him his reward." Chris commanded. Peter hummed against me and I cried out as I hurdled into my release. "Fuck, Peter," Chris grunted. "Anything that you can't catch on your tongue, you'll be cleaning up." Chris' voice was low and deep. My fingers were digging into his legs as my back arched.

He let go us and let Peter lick me clean. I trembled against them.

"How long have you wanted to do that?" Peter asked him, as he slipped a finger inside of me. I gasped at the overstimulation. I feel so sensitive.

"It's been a fantasy for a while." Chris admitted, with a shrug.

"Peter stop. It's too much, right now." I moaned. Peter looked at Chris. Is their power play still going?

"You heard her, Peter." Chris' voice was light, again. Peter moved away from me and brought his lips to mine. I kissed him back lazily, still recovering. "Where's mine?" Chris teased. Peter broke our kiss and turned his attention to Chris. I rested against Chris' chest, while they made out.

"I think we tired her out." Peter mused. I laughed with a nod.

"You did." I agreed.

"You were such a good girl for us." Chris praised me. Something about what he said and the way he said it made me flush with warmth. "Do you have a praise kink, sweet one?" He guessed. I bit my lip, as I mulled over his question.

"I don't know. I've never really been praised like this before." I told him honestly.

"Do you enjoy it, lover?" Peter asked me, as he peppered my face with light kisses.

"Yes," I admitted.

"And you seem to enjoy light domination." Chris added. I nodded, again.

"I think we'll get along well, darling. You've been so good for us, the perfect good girl." Peter praised. Warmth seeped in between my legs and I knew they were right about the praise kink.

"We should be done for the night. We don't want to push you too far, sweetheart. Why don't we have some wine and watch a movie? We can order in, if we get hungry later." Chris suggested. I nodded, but felt torn.

"What about you? I got off, but you didn't." I hesitated.

"So thoughtful," Peter grinned. "You may take care of Christopher, but he will take care of me. I let him be dominant tonight. That will be my reward from him." Peter decided. I nodded. "Come down here, sweetheart." Peter suggested. He helped me off of Chris' lap and I sank to my knees in front of Chris. "Are you comfortable with using your mouth to pleasure him?" He purred. I nodded, not trusting my voice. Peter unbuttoned Chris' pants and pulled his hardened length out for me. "Can you be a good girl and do as tell you?" He pressed.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good girl," Chris breathed.

"Take him in your mouth, kitten. I'll hold your hair and help guide you. Breathe through your nose." Peter commanded in a gentle voice. I nodded, as I opened my mouth and licked his length, before taking him into my mouth.

"Fuck," Christopher hissed.

"That's it, darling. Take him deeper if you can and hold yourself there. Don't take too much, or you'll choke." He instructed. I did as he said. I didn't have to think much about what is as doing, just followed his instruction. "Is being a good girl, servicing Christopher turning you on?" Peter asked me. He moved the hand that wasn't holding my hair to in between my legs. "She's sopping, Christopher." Peter groaned. "Hold her hair and tell her what to do. Eating her again is enough to get me off. You'll owe me one later, Christopher. Stand up, sweetheart." Peter told us. I stood up and waited for further instruction.

He didn't waste any time. He laid down and moved so his face was in between my legs.

"Straddle his face, baby girl." Chris told me. I hesitated, before doing as he asked. Chris held my hair, so it was out of my face. "Take me back into your mouth, while we ride his face, sweet one."

I bobbed my head around him and tried not to feel severely out of practice.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Can you take more?" He asked. I looked up at him and nodded. "Good girl," he said, as he pushed my head down further and held me there. I tried to breathe through my nose.

I cried out, as Peter moved his tongue in just the right way. Chris groaned at the vibrations from my muffled moaning.

Chris let me up to breathe, before gently pushing me back down. Peter was relentless. I tried to match my pace with his. Chris started to thrust his hips and I tried to keep my head still. He let out a string of profanities.

"Our good fucking girl," he grunted as he started to swell in my mouth. Peter hummed as he flicked his tongue and I was done. I squealed, as I came. I tried not to choke, as Chris spilled down my throat. I could barely breathe and I couldn't care less.

Chris lightened his grip on my hair. I gave him one last suck to clean him off, before lifting my mouth off of him. Peter lifted me off of him as I struggled to catch my breath.

He was moving his hand over himself with lightning speed. He pulled me to him and kissed me, as he kept working himself over. His groaned and I felt his load spill over me.

"Goddamn." Chris hissed.

"She's perfect."