70. Bram
Bram
Clara falls asleep almost immediately after Dagan knots her, draped across his chest, lips parted in the softest little sigh. She won’t stay down for long. Heats are brutal, relentless, but they’re also the most primal, intoxicating way to bond. By the end of this, we’ll be closer in every way.
Dagan’s careful not to jostle her as he signs, Tomorrow’s Halloween. She’s going to be so disappointed. We all nod. He’s right heats are three days minimum, and Halloween will be over before she’s lucid enough to notice.
Before I can think about it more, she stirs. A keening whine cuts through the room, snapping all of us to attention. But when her eyes open, they lock on me.
When the heat first hit, I’d gone straight into problem-solving mode. Keep her safe, keep her hydrated, keep her satisfied. Now she’s looking at me like I’m the only alpha that exists, and it punches the air from my lungs.
She slips off Dagan and crawls toward me on her hands and knees, slow, swaying, hypnotic.
Her breasts swing, her hips roll, and my cock swells so fast it aches.
I drop to my knees so we’re level. Before I can speak, her small, greedy hand fists me, and then her mouth is on my cock, swallowing the head like she’s starved for it.
A hiss drags out of me, my hand tangling in her hair to guide her down.
Jack moves in behind her, his palms smoothing over her hips before sliding between her thighs.
She arches at his touch, wiggling like she can’t get enough .
His fingers dip into her slick folds, and she moans around my cock.
The vibration makes my vision spark white.
I want to last. Fuck, I do. But watching Jack play in her dripping cunt while I fuck her mouth is wrecking me.
“She needs a knot, Jack,” I growl. He pulls his hand from her pussy, lines himself up, and drives in, short, sharp thrusts that shove her onto my cock deeper with every stroke.
I wrap my palm around her throat, feeling the thick press of me sliding down it, the way her body works for both of us at once. Jack’s hand snakes around, working her clit in tight little circles.
Clara shudders, her scream breaking into my cock, and the shock of it detonates the pleasure coiled at my spine. I push forward, spilling hot down her throat as my knot swells behind her teeth. Her eyes go wide, but we’ve talked about this.
“Breathe,” I command. Her gaze locks to mine, trusting, and she inhales through her nose. My knot pulses, then quickly recedes under the pull of her heat hormones, letting me slide free.
She stays on her hands and knees between us, lips swollen, spit-and-cum-slicked, chest heaving.
Perfectly, gloriously wrecked. Ours.