Chapter Sixty-Three
Grace
Love coursed through my bond with Brennan. Brennan had marked me, bonding with me. Finally. Spencer gazed at me adoringly. Mmmm, having those two together was nice.
Both of them purred for me and told me that I was a good girl. I didn’t feel trapped with their large and sweaty alpha bodies pinning me to the bed. No, I felt secure. Taken care of. Treasured. Everything felt pleasantly hazy.
Something seemed to be missing. But what? Something shot through me, and I whined, as the need to be knotted again consumed me.
“Does someone need to be knotted again?” Brennan’s voice was a low rumble.
“Yes.” My eyes met his. “I need both of you in me at the same time. And I want to bite you.”
Brennan’s eyes gleamed. “Bite me as I fuck you.”
“Both of us at once? Oh, my good doctor, that would be my pleasure. Let me clean you up,” Spencer breathed, easing out of me.
Brennan slipped out of me and lazily had me sit up and sip some water as Spencer cleaned us all up.
But I wasn’t feeling lazy. I pouted at them. “Knots. Knots knots knots knots, knots knots knots knots, knots knots knots knots, knoooooots, knot knot,” I sang loudly.
“Yes, Darling.” Passion in his eyes, Spencer kissed me.
“Wait. I forgot to preheat the oven.” Pushing me down on the bed, Brennan threw open my legs and buried his face between my thighs.
“Oh, yes.” My body bucked as he hit just the right spot with his tongue. His fingers entered me.
“Preheat the oven? Oh, how clever.” Spencer chuckled as his lips seized my breast.
Pleasure coursed over me as I orgasmed. Both of them kept going, lavishing me with attention. Mmmm, preheat my oven, alphas.
Yes, both these impressively cute guys were mine.
“You taste so good. Sweet and tasty,” Brennan mumbled. “Spencer, taste.”
Spencer joined him and both of them licked me together. Stooop. No. Don’t stop. Wave after wave of delight washed over me as both of them moved me closer to my peak. I came again.
“Good boy,” I sighed. “Good Daddy.”
Brennan’s head popped up, chin glistening. “Ding. Oven’s ready. I can knot you now.”
“Please.” I giggled. “I need both of you in me now.”
“You need me? I love that.” Spencer breathed.
There were more weird sounds coming from some place.
“Yes, at the same time. I need knots.” I started singing again, this time to the tune of Volkov, to drown out the noise coming from someplace.
Spencer pushed one of my legs into the air, then thrust into me. Brennan did the same. I kept singing, even as they started to trust. As good as it felt, this wasn’t a knot, and I didn’t want them to forget my request.
“Oh, this feels so nice,” I sighed, legs in the air, both of them side by side, pumping in and out of me.
“You feel good,” Spencer growled, kissing me.
“The best.” Brennan kissed me again.
A hand brushed my clit, and I groaned, orgasming again. So many sensations bombarded me as I lost myself to it, keeping up my tune.
“I’m going to knot you now,” Brennan finally groaned, kissing me deeply.
“Yes, let’s knot her,” Spencer agreed.
Finally.
As they pushed into me, Brennan kissed me again, then his eyes focused on mine, face still close to me. The sensation of two knots snapping into me at once made me squeal with delight. Song no longer needed, I bit Brennan’s shoulder, bonding him back.
“Mine.” I gazed at him.
“Yes,” Brennan agreed.
Happiness flowed through me. Good boy. That good boy was mine.