Chapter 16 – REGINA #2
It still catches me off guard every time, even though I have my glamour up right now.
Micah's hands find the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants—also Sean's, because apparently I'm destined to be drowning in his clothes and he always leaves them around just where he knows I can't resist how cozy they are—and tugs them down along with my underwear in one smooth motion.
And then I'm naked between them, exposed and vulnerable.
"We should move to the bedroom," I suggest, though my voice lacks conviction.
"Why?" Micah asks, his fingers already tracing down my inner thigh. "The nest is perfect."
"Sean and Killian could come back—"
"Sean's doing the grocery run," Rowan reminds me, his mouth finding my collarbone. "That always takes at least two hours. He gets distracted by the produce section."
"It's practically a family reunion for him," Micah agrees.
"And Killian?" I gasp as Micah's fingers brush against me, finding me already wet.
"Probably going to be a while," Micah says, his voice rough with desire. "He texted that he was mid-bribe and that was fifteen minutes ago."
"That's... pathetic."
"That's desperation." Rowan's hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that makes my back arch. "He really doesn't want Villeneuve anywhere near you."
"Neither do we, to be fair," Micah adds.
"Well, I could distract you," I tease, stroking my fingers across his strong jaw. "I believe you mentioned something about training me to take your knots before?"
Their eyes light up with immediate interest.
"You're ready for that?" Rowan asks hopefully.
"I'm ready to try," I say with a shrug, grinning. "Why not?"
Micah's already scrambling out of the nest, nearly tripping over a throw pillow in his haste. "I'll get it. Don't move. Don't go anywhere."
"Where would I even go?" I call after him, but he's already thundering up the stairs like the house is on fire.
Rowan chuckles against my throat. "He's been waiting for this."
"You all have, apparently."
"Can you blame us?" His hands roam my body with renewed purpose, mapping the terrain. "The thought of you taking us fully, stretched around our knots..." He growls, the sound vibrating against my skin. "It's enough to drive an alpha insane."
The mental image sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I've felt their knots pressing against me during sex, those swollen bases that catch at my entrance but never quite push through.
The promise of more.
The frustration of not yet.
"Found it!" Micah's voice carries down the stairs, followed by the rapid thud of his feet.
He reappears in the doorway, slightly breathless, holding something that makes my eyes widen.
The toy is... fucking substantial.
It's made of smooth silicone in a deep purple color and it's shaped like an alpha's cock, complete with the bulge at the base that's currently deflated but clearly designed to expand.
"It has a pump," Micah explains, showing me a small rubber bulb connected to the base by a thin tube. "So we can control how big it gets. Start small, work up."
"That's… inventive."
"There are whole communities dedicated to this kind of training," Rowan explains. "Surprisingly, most of them are made by humans who theoretically have no idea we even exist."
"Of course there are." I shouldn't be surprised. The internet has communities for everything. "You guys really did your research."
"Sean made a spreadsheet," Micah says, completely serious.
I stare at him. "Sean. Sean who can barely remember his own class schedule made a spreadsheet about training me to take a knot?"
"Yeah. It's very detailed. Color-coded and everything." Micah settles back into the nest, pulling me toward him so my back rests against his chest. "He takes mate care seriously."
These wolves, with their ridiculous dedication to my pleasure. They treat me like I'm their goddess and sometimes like their weird pet at the same time. It's so far removed from anything I've ever experienced that sometimes I still can't quite believe it's real.
"So how does this work?" I ask, trying to sound clinical about a conversation that has my pulse racing.
"First," Rowan says, settling between my spread thighs, "we make sure you're ready."
His mouth descends on me without further preamble, tongue tracing a slow path through my folds that makes my hips buck. Behind me, Micah's hands find my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he presses kisses along my neck.
"Fuck," I gasp, already so worked up from the conversation that the dual stimulation feels overwhelming. "That's—oh gods."
"Good?" Rowan asks against my clit, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation.
"Don't stop."
He doesn't. His tongue circles my sensitive bud with maddening accuracy while two fingers slide inside me, curving to find my spot. Micah pinches my nipple at the exact same moment, and I cry out, my back arching against his solid chest.
"That's it," Micah murmurs in my ear. "We want to hear our beautiful mate moan and whimper."
I'm beyond caring about being quiet. The pleasure builds in waves, cresting and receding as Rowan works me with his mouth and fingers. He adds a third digit, stretching me in a way that's already more than I usually take at this stage, and I feel myself clench around him.
"She's close," Rowan says, lifting his head just enough to speak. "Want to try the toy?"
"Not yet." Micah's voice is rough with desire. "Make her come first. She'll be more relaxed after."
"Was that in the spreadsheet?" I taunt, panting.
Rowan "punishes" me by redoubling his efforts, his tongue flicking against my clit in a rhythm that has me writhing. Micah holds me steady, one arm banded across my waist while his other hand continues its assault on my breasts.
"Come for us, pretty girl," Micah commands, his lips brushing my ear. "Show us how good you feel."
The orgasm hits hard, crashing through me with enough force that I actually scream. My whole body shakes with it, clenching around Rowan's fingers as he works me through each pulse.
When I finally come down, I'm gasping, boneless against Micah's chest.
"Good girl," Rowan praises, withdrawing his fingers slowly.
"I… I think I forgot how to fucking talk," I manage.
"That's the goal." Micah reaches for the toy, and I feel him shifting behind me. "Ready to try?"
Am I? My body is still humming from the aftershocks, loose and pliant in a way that feels perfect for this. But… holy shit, it's huge.
"Yes," I say, because I'm fucking nuts, apparently.
Rowan takes the toy, coating it with something from a small bottle I hadn't noticed him retrieve. The lubricant glistens on the surface, and my mouth waters at the thought of wrapping my lips around his actual knot.
"We'll go slow," he promises. "The knot is completely deflated right now. It'll feel almost like a regular toy at first."
"And if it's too much?"
"Then we stop." His eyes meet mine, serious beneath the desire. "Immediately. No questions, no disappointment. Your comfort comes first."
I nod, still surprised by how safe these men make me feel. Even during these moments.
Actually, especially during these moments.
The slightly tapered head of the toy presses against my entrance, and I force myself to breathe, to relax. It slides in easily, slick with lube, filling me in a way that's familiar. Not quite as big as any of them, but substantial enough to feel good.
"How's that?" Rowan asks, easing it deeper.
"Good. Really good, actually."
He works it in and out a few times, letting me adjust to the sensation. The angle means it hits my spot with every thrust, sending bolts of pleasure through my still-sensitive body. Then the knot slips in, so much easier than the real thing.
"I'm going to inflate it a little," Rowan warns. "Just enough to feel the difference."
I nod, bracing myself.
He squeezes the pump, and I feel the base of the toy expand inside me. It's subtle at first, just a slight increase in pressure. Then he squeezes again, and I gasp as the stretch intensifies.
"Okay?" Micah's hands stroke soothingly down my arms.
"Yeah. It's..." I search for the right word. "Full. But not painful."
"Good." Another squeeze, and the knot swells further. Now I can definitely feel it, a distinct bulge pressing against my inner walls. It's not uncomfortable, exactly, but it's definitely more than I've taken before.
"That's about half of what our knots are," Rowan says, watching my face carefully. "Want to try more?"
"Yes."
He pumps again. The stretch deepens, and I feel my body resisting slightly, muscles tensing against the intrusion.
"Breathe," Micah reminds me. "Don't fight it."
I force myself to exhale, consciously relaxing my pelvic floor. The toy slides deeper as I open up around it, and the sensation shifts from borderline-too-much to something fucking amazing.
"Oh," I breathe. "That's… wow."
"Good wow or bad wow?"
"Definitely good wow." I roll my hips experimentally, and the movement makes the inflated knot shift inside me. A moan escapes me before I can stop it. "Really good wow."
Rowan grins, looking pleased with himself. "One more pump?"
I nod, and he squeezes the bulb again. This time, the stretch is unmistakably intense. Not quite painful, but right at the edge of too much. My body protests, muscles clenching involuntarily around the swollen base.
"That's it," I gasp. "That's my limit."
"That's about half," Rowan says, leaving the pump alone. "Not bad for a first try."
Half.
Which means their actual knots are even bigger than this.
"How does it feel?" Micah asks, his erection pressing against my lower back through his sweatpants. He's been remarkably patient, but I can feel his need building through the bond.
"Umm… stretchy? But in a good way. Like my body's learning to accommodate it."
"That's exactly what it's doing." Rowan begins to move the toy slowly, working it in shallow thrusts that make the knot tug at my entrance without pulling free.
"Fuck, that's—"
"I know." He increases the pace slightly, angling the toy to hit my spot. "The knot makes everything more intense, doesn't it?"
He's not wrong. Every thrust sends waves of "oh, fuck" radiating through my body, amplified by the stretch. I can feel another orgasm building, faster than expected, coiling tight in my core.
"I'm going to—" I don't get to finish the sentence before it crashes over me, even more intense than the first one. My body clamps down on the inflated knot, and the additional pressure extends the orgasm into something that seems to go on forever.
When I finally stop shaking, I'm a wreck. Sweat-slicked and trembling, barely able to form coherent thoughts.
"That was beautiful," Rowan says, slowly deflating the toy. The relief as it shrinks is almost as intense as the stretch was, and I moan at the sudden emptiness when he withdraws it completely.
"Need a minute?" Micah asks, and I can hear the strain in his voice. He's been so patient, so focused on my pleasure, but his cock is rock-hard against my back.
"No." I twist in his arms, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. "We're not finished."
His breath catches as I tug the fabric down, freeing his erection. It springs up, flushed and eager, and I wrap my hand around the base experimentally. Oh, yeah. His knot is so much bigger.
And now I have an idea of how good it's going to feel inside me.
"Regina, you don't have to—"
"I want to." I shift position, crawling down his body until my face is level with his cock. "A deal's a deal, remember?" I tease.
Micah groans as I lick a slow stripe up his length. "Fuck. When you put it that way..."
I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him, the weight of his cock on my tongue. Behind me, I feel Rowan's hands on my hips, positioning me on hands and knees.
"Ready for me, beautiful?" he asks, and I feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
I hum my agreement around Micah's length, and Rowan slides home in one smooth thrust. The sensation of being filled from both ends is overwhelming but in a decidedly good way, and I have to pause for a moment just to process it.
"Good girl," Micah breathes, his hand tangling in my hair. "Take us both."
I set a rhythm, bobbing my head on Micah's cock while Rowan thrusts into me from behind. The dual sensations build on each other, pleasure compounding with every movement. I can feel both of them through the bond, their desire feeding my own again.
Micah's hips start to move, shallow thrusts that push his cock deeper into my throat. I relax my jaw, taking him as deep as I can, and the sound he makes is pure primal satisfaction.
"Close," he warns, fingers tightening in my hair. "Regina, I'm—"
I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks around him, and he comes with a groan that echoes through the room. I swallow everything he gives me, working him through it until he's shuddering and oversensitive.
"Holy shit," he gasps as I release him with a wet pop. "You're fucking lethal."
"Yes, she is," Rowan growls, his pace increasing. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounds into me, chasing his own release. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting spots still sensitized from the toy, and I feel another orgasm building embarrassingly fast.
"Touch yourself," Rowan commands. "I want to feel you come around me."
My hand finds my clit, fingers circling the swollen bud. The dominance in his voice tips me over the edge almost immediately, and I cry out as my body clenches around Rowan's cock.
He follows seconds later, burying himself deep as he spills inside me. The sensation of his release triggers another wave of pleasure, smaller aftershocks that leave me trembling and whimpering.
We collapse into a pile of jelly limbs, all three of us breathing hard. I end up sandwiched between them, Micah's chest against my back and Rowan's face pressed into my neck.
"That was… fucking incredible," I mumble, already feeling the pull of exhaustion. The combination of multiple orgasms and the emotional intensity of the training has drained me completely.
"You did so well," Rowan murmurs against my throat. "Half a knot's size on your first try. That's impressive."
"Mmm." I'm too tired for words, my eyes drifting closed despite my best efforts.
"Sleep," Micah says, pulling a blanket over us. "We'll take care of you, beautiful."
I snuggle deeper into their warmth, letting the steady rhythm of their breathing lull me toward unconsciousness. My body aches pleasantly, well-used and satisfied but now even more curious about what it will be like to take all of them.
The last coherent thought I have before sleep claims me is that I wouldn't mind training more often.
Not one fucking bit.