Cassidy #3
Isaac’s movements grow erratic, his breath hot against my neck. I can feel him fighting for control, his body trembling with the effort. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer as he thrusts deeper, harder.
“Cass,” he gasps, his voice strained. He’s so fucking close, I can feel him tensing beneath my hands, his rhythm growing more desperate. “Cass, I’m going to—”
“Fill me,” I beg, pulling him deeper, my body clenching around him. “Please, Isaac. Breed me.”
His release hits us both like a tidal wave.
I feel him pulse inside me, hot and thick, filling me with each pulse.
My body clenches around him, desperate to milk every drop, but the orgasm I’ve been chasing slips further away.
I sob, my hips still moving against him, chasing a release that won’t come.
“I’m sorry,” Isaac whispers, his breath ragged against my neck. “I’m sorry I can’t give you what you need.”
I can feel Evander’s eyes on me, his scent growing stronger as he moves closer. Isaac grunts one last time before gently pulling out of me.
“Let me take care of her now,” Evander says, and Isaac moves to my side, lying down next to me, as Evander takes his space between my legs.
I gasp as Evander’s weight settles over me, instinctively caging me beneath his body as his heat matches my own fevered skin.
His eyes are dark with desire, pupils blown wide as he looks down at me. The scent of his arousal fills the air between us, mixing with my own desperate pheromones.
“Please,” I whisper. “I need you.”
My body arches up to meet him. Evander’s expression shifts, a primal hunger replacing the concern in his eyes. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider as he positions himself at my entrance.
“You’re so wet for me, Omega,” he growls, his voice dropping to a register that makes my entire body clench with need. “So desperate for my knot.”
I whimper, unable to form words as he pushes inside me in one fluid motion. The stretch is so good, but it’s still not enough.
I don’t need him, I want his knot.
I need it.
“More,” I whine, grinding against him.
“I just want to stretch you properly, daisy,” Evander says gruffly.
“No,” I whimper, my voice breaking as I claw at his shoulders. “I don’t need stretching. I need your knot. Now. Please, Evander.”
He growls, low and deep, the sound rumbling through his chest into mine, his hips snapping forward with enough force to push me further into the nest. My body arches to meet him. Every time he pulls back out, I whine, my nails clawing at his back, trying desperately to get him to obey me.
Give me the knot.
It’s simple.
It’s desperate.
It’s a soul-driven fucking need.
Evander’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming deeper, more urgent. I can feel him swelling at the base, the telltale sign of his knot beginning to form. My body responds instinctively, clenching around him with desperate anticipation.
“Please,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “Please, Evander. I need it. I need your knot.”
His forehead drops briefly to mine, his breathing rough and uneven as he loses the last of the careful control he'd been clinging to. His jaw clenches, the muscle jumping beneath his skin as he fights the instinct to let go too soon.
Then he growls—a deep, primal sound that vibrates through both of us—as his knot finally pushes inside me.
The stretch is magnificent. The burn is perfect.
The orgasm? Well fucking earned.
I scream out as his knot locks inside me, filling me completely in a way I’ve been desperate for.
The orgasm tears through me like lightning, my entire body seizing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
My vision goes dark, my mind going blank as pleasure consumes me.
Every nerve ending in my body fires at once, my muscles clenching around Evander’s knot in rhythmic pulses that milk him deeper inside me.
“That’s it, Omega,” Evander growls against my ear, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Take what you need.”
I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.
“Fuck,” Evander groans, his voice strained as I clench around him over and over, doing my best to milk his cock.
My body convulses around him, milking him dry as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. The relief almost hurts, my muscles contracting in rhythmic pulses that drain the last of the aches.
When I come down from the high, Evander’s still hovering over me, his scent wrapped around me like another blanket.
Isaac’s breathless beside me, but where they’re both ready for a break, I’m just getting started.
I reach for Isaac’s mostly soft member, wrapping my hand around it and try to coax him back to hardness.
Evander’s knot feels perfect, but the ache is already coming back.
“Cass,” Isaac murmurs, his hand covering mine. “Give me a minute.”
I whimper, the sound pathetic even to me. I have the knot I need. Now, I want to be filled with cum. I want to taste it. Drink him down, soothe the emptiness I still feel at missing half my pack.
“Please,” I beg, looking at my gorgeous beta. “I need it, Isa. I need you.”
Evander’s knot pulses inside me as Isaac gently pries my fingers from his softening cock. His touch is tender but firm, grounding me when all I want is to float away on the tide of need.
“You need to rest,” Evander says firmly. “Silas and Harlan are nearly here. Don’t you want to be ready for your other two mates, little daisy?”
“They’ll be ready to take care of you,” Isaac adds.
I whimper, shaking my head. “No. I need more now. Don’t make me wait.”
My heat has clearly taken hold, unwilling to wait one more fucking day, and now, they think they can deny me.
My body burns with a need that consumes all rational thought. I claw at Evander’s chest. His knot pulses inside me, but it’s not enough.
“I need them,” I whimper, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I need you. Isa, please.”
He groans but kneels next to me anyway, immediately offering himself despite his own exhaustion.
I wrap my hands around the base, eagerly sucking the tip of him into my mouth. He’s still salty from being inside me, and I moan around him, the taste of him sending another wave of heat through my body.
I work him with my tongue, desperate to bring him back to hardness, to feel him fill me again.
“Fuck, Cassie,” Isaac groans, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I don’t care. I just need his cock. My body trembles with renewed need, the brief satisfaction from Evander’s knot already fading into desperate hunger.
Isaac’s dick hardens in my mouth, and I moan around him, the vibration making him curse.
“Oh, fuck, do that again,” Evander hisses.
Isaac laughs, but it’s strained.
“You’re going to kill me, shortcake,” he groans as I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deeper.
Evander’s knot pulses inside me, still locked in place, and I moan around Isaac’s length at the sensation. The dual stimulation makes my head swim, my body caught between satisfaction and desperate need.
Another orgasm builds, the pleasure building in my core, my body clenching around Evander’s knot as Isaac thrusts gently into my mouth.
“More,” I whimper around Isaac’s cock, the word muffled but unmistakable. “Fuck me. Use me.”
Isaac’s grip tightens in my hair as I whimper around him. Evander moves, ever so slightly pushing in further as much as his knot allows, and I detonate all over again.
The orgasm tears through me like a wildfire, consuming every nerve ending in my body. I scream around Isaac’s cock, my muscles clenching rhythmically around Evander’s knot as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. My vision whites out as ropes of thick, creamy cum fill my mouth.
I swallow everything he gives me, my throat working around his shaft as Isaac groans above me.
He tastes so fucking good.
My body pulses around Evander’s knot, milking him for more even as I greedily drink down Isaac.
The door opens, and the relief I feel from the mates inside my nest is nothing compared to the hunger I feel from the two newcomers.
Black tea and fig.
Warm brioche and honey citrus.
Silas and Harlan.
Two fresh cocks for me to take.
My heart hammers against my ribs as I pull away from Isaac’s softening cock, my lips swollen and wet. Evander’s knot pulses inside me, still filling me completely, but the ache is already building again, an insatiable hunger that demands more.
Silas is naked, ducking beneath the low canopy of blankets as he enters my nest, and I catch a flash of Harlan stripping off his clothes by the bedroom door behind him.
“Silas,” I whimper, reaching towards him with trembling fingers. “I need you. Please.”
Silas moves towards me with deliberate grace, already perfuming the nest with black tea and fig before he reaches me.
His gaze sweeps over my flushed body, Evander still knotted inside me, Isaac kneeling beside my head.
Something dark flashes in his expression as he kneels beside me, his hand coming to rest on my flushed cheek.
His touch is cool against my feverish skin, and I lean into it with a desperate whimper.
“Silas,” I breathe, my voice ragged. “I need you.”
He rakes over my body and nods. “Where, little moon? Ev’s stuck there for a little bit longer. Where can you take me?”
I can’t form words properly, my brain foggy with heat and need. My body knows what it wants even if my mouth can’t process it.
Instead, I try to roll Evander and I over so I can be on top, but Evander’s knot holds me firmly in place. Damn it.
My ass is unavailable.
“I want you in my mouth,” I gasp, turning my head toward Silas. “Please, Silas. I need to taste you.”
Silas moves with deliberate grace, positioning himself beside my head as Evander groans above me. His knot pulses as he spurts inside me again.
Harlan crawls into the nest from behind Silas, the blankets dipping beneath his weight as he settles beside me, his hand coming to rest on my hip.
His touch is possessive, grounding, and I whimper, annoyed that there’s a willing cock I can’t yet have.