Fearless (The Willowdale Village Collection #2)

15. Lena Graves

CHAPTER 15

LENA GRAVES

“ M acon,” I whimpered as he let out a groan against my pussy, causing my legs to tremble. His grip on them was hard and he had yet to come up for air, continuing to torture and tease me.

Minutes after the others had left he’d all but carried me to my room before spreading me out and stripping me bare. Since then he’d been devouring me whole, and despite the merciless teasing, with the way it was keying up my body, I found I didn’t want him to stop—ever.

“You taste so damn good, bunny,” he groaned. “Touch yourself as I eat this sweet pussy.”

I didn’t even bother fighting him on that, my fingers toying with my breasts as I rolled my hips against his mouth. His tongue was so hot against my flesh, and the way he switched between humming against my clit to stiffening his tongue and pushing it inside of me was maddening. I could feel how wet I had grown, and he was licking every single bit of me up.

“I need to come,” I begged as my body turned a hot flush, my nipples painfully hard and my skin breaking out into chills. My clit ached, and my hips were rocking against his face of their own volition.

Pinning my hips down, he broke away from my pussy and let out a low rumble. “Not until I’m done. Only then do you get to come. Understand?”

Before I could respond, his teeth grazed my clit, my back arching up as I moaned, an electric pulse of pleasure traveling through me and making my magic amp up even more. My legs spread wider, and I pinched my nipples hard. I was so damn close, it was only a matter of time?—

“Why did you stop?” Macon had pulled away, moving his thumb to roll my clit while watching me in amusement.

“I told you, Lena. You’ll come only when I say so.” He flashed me a dark smile. “Besides, I want it to be when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

My eyes darted down to his thick, long length as he stroked it. I squirmed against his fingers, two thick digits sliding into me as he continued to roll my nerve ending. My breath caught, feeling as though I was about to hit the point of no return.

“Macon,” I growled as he chuckled darkly. He pinned both of my hands above my head, removing his touch as he slammed his lips against my own.

“No dice, Lena,” he said, nipping my lip. “I want you fucking drenched and needy when I slid into this cunt. I want you begging me to come inside of you.”

“I am begging,” I whimpered against his mouth. “I need you—bad.”

Macon’s gaze ran over my face as his cock pressed against my center, the tip running over my slick entrance. My breath caught, and I tried to open my legs, to encourage him to slide in.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the vibration of it running through me. “You’re so fucking wet, I can feel you practically trying to suck me in.”

“Please,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering shut as he suddenly pushed in just an inch, my body shuddering in relief. “Please, please, fucking please.”

“Thats a good fucking girl,” he growled, slamming into me in a hard punch forward.

I cried out his name in relief as my body shattered around, magnetic pleasure infiltrating every inch of me. His thick cock felt so damn good pulsing inside of me, and despite it stretching me, I opened for him completely.

“You feel like home,” he said against my lips, pulling back and pushing back in—hard. White hot pleasure hit my abdomen, and I moaned out his name as he began to stroke in and out of me at a hard but fast pace.

I could feel his heavy balls against my ass, and when one hand came down to thumb my clit, I tightened around him, my legs trembling. Rocking with him, his head pressed against my shoulder, I followed the wave of his body as he lodged himself as deep as possible inside of me each and every time. My nails bit down on his back as he suddenly shifted, bringing my leg up so he could punch even closer, looking down at me with so much possessiveness it shook me to my core.

“I’m not going to come fully inside you this first time,” he said, the words sending me into distress. I dug my nails into his chest, wanting him closer. “I’m going to come at least twice in this perfect fucking pussy, and if I’m all the way inside you, I’m going to knot you and have to stop. I want you fucking overflowing with cum before we’re done here, bunny.”

“I want that.” My words were followed by a moan as he continued in more shallow pumps, his fingers never leaving my clit. “I want your knot, and I want your mating mark.”

“Of course you do,” he growled, bending down to kiss me. “Because you’re my perfect fucking mate.” The statement was accented by a particularly deep thrust that had me crying out his name. “But I have some time to make up for. Everyone else has marked you—everyone else has filled you full of their fucking cum since you started your heat. That’s hardly fair, given we’re trying to breed you. To fill up this pussy with as much cum as possible.”

“Macon!” I shouted as he bit down on my breast, a hot aggression running over him that was only partly his dragon.

“You want that, don’t you?” he demanded. “You want us to breed you, to lock us to you forever.”

“Yes!” I cried as he hummed his approval.

“Good. Now open those thighs and let me do my job.”

Moaning, I did exactly that as he pinned my hands above my head and slammed in once—twice—before holding himself only an inch or so inside of me, a groan of relief leaving him. I whimpered, feeling him fill me with his cum, his eyes turning nearly feral as he gazed down at our connection.

“Holy shit!” I cried as he slid back into me. I felt so incredibly full, his cum and cock making me feel absolutely stuffed. I moaned as he dropped his head and bit down on my breast, the orgasm that slammed into me nearly blinding me.

I felt shaky and out of breath, trembling, as he suddenly pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. I whimpered at the feel of his hand on my waist as he pressed his cock into my pussy in a hard thrust. I moaned into the pillow at the sensation of how he seemed even bigger than before.

“Stick that ass up, I’m not done with you,” he growled. I did so, spreading my hands to either side and gripping the bed as he began to pound into me. His hand gripped my ass as his filthy words played against my ears. “You are so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. I’m going to have you every single day, bent over, spread out for all of us. You are never going to have a moment of peace because none of us will be able to stay away from this pussy—away from you. You're going to be so full of cum it's going to be impossible for you to not get knocked up. Everyone—fucking everyone—will know exactly who you belong to.”

I nearly climaxed at his words alone, crying out his name with pleasure as he used his thumb to tease my ass. His words were rough as he groaned, “And one day, I’m going to take this ass. We don’t have to rush into it, bunny, but I want to see this ass stuffed full of my cock. Do you want that, Lena? Do you want me to fill all your holes up with cum?”

“Yes,” I gasped as he continued to pump in and out of me, pressing his thumb into my tight hole.

“Maybe it’ll be a reward for being a good girl and taking all our cum,” he snarled. “Maybe a better reward would be all of us switching between being in your ass, pussy, and mouth. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if we shared your perfect body, right?”

The imagery had me shuddering around him as he slapped my ass hard enough to launch me forward.

“I would love that,” I admitted breathlessly, nearly blinded by pleasure at this point.

“Then that’s exactly what we’ll give you. We’ll give you anything and everything you love. Fuck, I’m going to come. Open those legs wider, bunny. I’m going to knot the fuck out of you.”

I eagerly followed his instruction, and when he slammed into me one final time, I gasped at the pressure of so many things happening at once—his teeth slicing into my left shoulder, his cock pulsing and filling me with cum as his knot stretched the delicate skin of my entrance. I whimpered at the sensation as the scent of blood filled the air. My blood, on his mouth, on his teeth. Why did I love that so damn much?

Electric currents ran over me, my magic surging as relief like I’d never experienced—far past the pleasure from even an orgasm—rushed through me. The connection I had with all four men snapped into place as tears welled into my eyes, causing me to let out a moan of satisfaction. Liquid heat had my body melting into the mattress as Macon kissed along my neck. He held me against him, making sure to not press against me too much, while staying lodged deep inside of me.

“Fuck. I should’ve finished with you facing me so I could kiss you and hold you better,” he groaned. “Goddamn it, Lena, I love you so damn much—too damn much. It should be illegal.”

A giggle left my lips, and I felt partly dazed as I turned my head to offer him a soft smile. “I love you, too. I love you so incredibly much. I’m glad it's not illegal, because I want this—I want everything between the five of us.”

“And that's what you're going to get,” he promised, rolling us so we were laying on our sides. I whimpered at the change in movement but melted into his touch and the bed as he smoothed his hands over my body in gentle, caressing touches.

My eyes grew heavy, and I didn’t mean to, but within moments I’d slipped into a state of pleasure-filled sleep. It wasn’t until I felt Macon pull out of me, turning me toward him and kissing me gently, that I realized we could move once again.

His voice was rough against my lips. “I know you're tired, but let's shower and then eat some food. I want…I need to take care of you.”

Who would say no to that? Not me.

He carried me to the shower, and I stood beneath the stream of hot water as he began to wash my body in slow movements, massaging my skin as he went. I didn’t even realize that he was done, still in a sleepy haze, until the water turned off and he wrapped me in a robe. Opening up the cabinets, my eyes widened as he chuckled and took out the box of pregnancy tests I’d put in there.

“You may want to take one of these soon,” he murmured, taking a brush to my hair.

Letting out a hum of agreement, I said, “I’m going to give it a few more days. Don’t want any false alarms.” Or getting my hopes up and being disappointed.

Still, I had to remember that things would happen if they were meant to happen—that there were a million wonderful ways to build a family. To create a future together. I was eager for that future to start, though. Now that I knew how they felt, there was absolutely nothing holding me back.