Chapter Sixty-Two
Brennan
My hands clamped down on the hips of the delightful woman underneath me. On her knees, she sucked Spencer’s cock hungrily. Spencer’s hands tangled in her hair, as he gasped. Oh, she looked so pretty on her knees, mouth full, as we pleased and satisfied her.
Every gasp, every sweet whimper, filled my heart full. My balls smacked her ass as I had her from behind.
Peaches, leather, and pine cocooned us. Someone might be knocking on the door, but I ignored it. A phone rang, but whatever. I reached around her to toy with her clit, so she’d make more cute little noises.
Yes, I needed to focus on ensuring that my little butterfly had enough knots. Oh, I felt so fucking good making her come, giving her knots, hearing her plead for us.
She felt so fucking good. So wet, so slick, so fucking responsive.
Grace gasped, my other hand toyed with her nipple, rolling and plucking at it. Mine. She was mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to knot. Mine to satisfy.
I trailed kisses up her spine as I continued to pound her. She made another happy noise as I sucked on her neck.
“More,” she gasped, mouth full of cock like the good girl she was.
“As you wish.” I continued to suck on her neck, nipping and biting on the beautiful blank space that begged for me to bite her. My teeth ached to mark her.
An orgasm shot through her, and her wet pussy squeezed me in all the right ways. I nipped her shoulder to let her know how much I loved it when she did that.
“I’m going to cum, Baby Girl. Suck it all down for Daddy,” Spencer instructed, his hand holding her chin, the other in her hair.
His scent flared and he sighed. “That’s my good baby girl.”
“You swallowed him down so well,” I praised.
“More,” she gasped as his cock left her mouth.
Kissing her, Spencer grabbed the lube and came over to me.
I growled a little at this intrusion. Mine.
Spencer rolled his eyes and patted my hip. “Make room.”
He lubed up his cock, his knot re-inflating. I went back to fucking my girl, making sure that my lips paid attention to her neck and shoulder.
“Bren, I… I want you…” She moaned as I nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“You have me,” I promised, giving her another nip.
Spencer slid into her ass. “Better?”
“I feel so full. I love my alphas,” she sighed as we fucked her, side-by-side.
“And we love you,” Spencer assured.
“I love you so fucking much.” Yes, I should let her know how much I loved her.
My fingers kept toying with her clit. My bites grew harder and harder and my pace became faster and faster. My love for her, my yearning, my need to be joined with her forever consumed me. There were noises coming from somewhere, but I ignored them because they weren’t her.
“More,” she gasped. “Harder. I… I need…”
“Do you need our knots?” Spencer asked.
Oh, yes, she did. But she needed more than that.
“Please, Alphas, knot me,” she moaned.
I thrust my knot deep inside her, as she orgasmed again. Yes, that was what my little butterfly needed, more knots, repeatedly. Fortunately, I was happy to oblige. Oh, it felt so good to be lodged inside her. Spencer knotted her as well, murmuring sweet things to her.
“Brennan, I need…” Grace didn’t have to finish her whine. I knew exactly what to do.
My teeth clamped down on her as I gave in, sinking my teeth deep into her flesh. The bond sizzled inside me like a fuse, then exploded in my heart like fireworks as I flooded the bond with love, so that she’d know without words how I felt about her. Mine.
“Bren…” she gasped.
Grace laid down flat, the two of us on top of her, trapping her to the bed, still knotted to her.
Oh, this was the best feeling, her stuck between me and the bed, unable to move between my knot and my body. Satisfaction shot through our bond. She liked it.
Languidly, I licked the bond mark. “Are you all right, Little Butterfly?”
“The best. I want to bite you back next. I want you both in my pussy at the same time.” Grace made a happy noise.
That seemed probable.
“You marked her,” Spencer whispered to me as the three of us laid together in the comfortable, large bed.
I looked over at him in the low light. Um, yes, I had. She was mine.
“I know that you’ll take excellent care of her,” he assured.
Of course I would. Because I was her good boy and I was made to fuck her.