Chapter 33 Mirabelle
Mirabelle
I’m so full.
The buzzing of my skin and the burning inside my body eases as Griffin thrusts lazily up inside me. It’s like magic, how his scent, his touch, his rock-hard cock seem to soothe the nerves of my body that’ve been raw for who knows how long.
I wiggle my hips down onto him as he thrusts up, making him hit a spot inside of me that has me seeing stars. Him thrusting up into me feels so different than when I was underneath him.
Does sex in different positions always feel so different?
I’m certainly not going to complain.
My eyes flutter open when I feel Rowan’s cool hand on my clammy cheek.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes out, his gaze roving over my body. I can practically feel it, like an intimate caress.
If my entire body weren’t flushed from my heat, I’m sure I’d be blushing even more from the way he compliments me.
My hands tentatively reach out to him, shifting from the death grip I have on Griffin’s thighs to rest on Rowan’s chest. He’s by far the leanest out of all of the guys, but that doesn’t make my body burn for him any less.
“You can touch her,” Griffin says, letting out a soft huff of laughter as he drags me down onto his cock, steadying my body.
Rowan’s gaze cuts down to me, an open question written on his face. Despite the hazy fog plaguing my mind, I notice how he seems to be preparing himself for some sort of rejection.
I nod eagerly up at him.
“Please,” I whimper.
Rowan slowly glides one of his hands up my side, from my hip until he’s cupping my breast.
“Ever since I saw you in that stupid fucking cage,” he breathes out, open worship on his face as his thumb brushes over my nipple, “I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. Fucking desperately.”
“I’m yours,” I pant, his touch on my nipple shooting straight down to my core and making my inner walls flutter around Griffin’s cock.
Griffin lets out a possessive growl at my words, his cock twitching inside of me.
“And yours too,” I say, smiling at him over my shoulder. “Both of yours.”
“Just what we want to hear,” Griffin says, grinding up and into me, his knot teasing at my entrance.
My body aches, both from the torture of being denied any sort of contact while they harvested my blood and also from the teasing sensation of something my body has longed for being just out of reach.
“I’ll give you my knot soon, sweetheart,” Griffin says, running a reassuring hand down my spine. “But you need more preparation. We’ve gotta ease you into it. Wouldn’t want to put your body into shock after the hell you’ve been through.”
I cling to Rowan, my head falling against his chest.
Griffin’s words don’t make sense to my inner omega. She’s raging inside of me at the thought of being denied for any longer, but I trust Griffin and Rowan. I trust all of my guys. They know what’s best for me.
“Okay,” I mumble.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t make it fun,” Griffin says, shifting his hips underneath me so his cock brushes up against that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“I like fun.”
“I know you do, sweetheart. You’re a natural. And you’re going to ride me. Use me to feel good.”
Griffin’s hold around my waist encourages me to shift my weight myself. It’s awkward at first, considering how big his thighs are and how split wide open I feel, but I manage to find a few movements, most of them swiveling my hips and grinding down onto him that make me see stars behind my eyelids.
“That’s it,” Griffin growls. “Now you’re going to do that while you suck Rowan off.”
I blink into Rowan’s blushing face.
“You—you don’t have to,” he says, slowly.
“I want to make you feel good, too. Please let me.”
That seems to be all the encouragement he needs before getting to his feet and finding his footing on the mattress. He shoves the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down below his hips, revealing his bobbing cock.
I stare at it openly, a gush of slick making a mess as I grind down on Griffin’s cock.
“Damn,” Griffin groans as my inner walls clamp down on him. “She likes the sight of that.”
“You... you do?” Rowan says, reaching down and brushing his thumb against my lips.
I give him a jerky nod, my eyes still locked on the red, almost angry looking flesh in front of my face.
He’s smaller than Griffin’s cock inside of me, but I can’t help but think Rowan’s cock is... pretty?
Is that weird?
Maybe all cocks are pretty. I wouldn’t know. Rowan’s is the first one I’ve gotten a real good look at. But I doubt it.
Even though Griffin is inside of me, I only felt him in my hand. I didn’t really have a chance to look at him before.
His head is flushed, with a bead of precum glistening on the tip. The skin is smooth, except for two veins that run up the length of him.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whisper, my hips stilling. “But—but I don’t know how.”
“Sugar, you could probably blow on me and I’d come eventually with you looking up at me like that.”
Griffin throws his head back in laughter. I hear it thump against the headboard and if I didn’t have Rowan’s cock practically hypnotizing me, I’d probably whirl around and scold him.
“Start by stroking him with your hand,” Griffin instructs, his hands returning to my waist as he resumes his slow, distracting movements inside me.
If I didn’t desperately need him inside of me, I’d complain about how he’s distracting me from learning.
Rowan lets out a sound from the back of his throat as my hand reaches up and wraps around the base, giving it a tentative squeeze.
“Is that—is that too hard?”
“Not at all, Sugar. I’m all yours,” he murmurs.
His thumb pushes past my lips and my tongue swirls around it before I suck it into my mouth.
“Now do that around his cock,” Griffin murmurs, teasing me with his knot.
I swallow hard, pulling my mouth off his thumb with a wet pop. Rowan’s cock throbs in my hand at Griffin’s command.
My lashes flutter as I blink up at Rowan, guiding his cock towards my lips. He stands as still as a statue, not even daring to breathe as he stares down at me.
My tongue comes out tentatively as I lick the bead of precum off the tip. When I slide the head past his lips, Rowan lets out a deep groan that sends a thrill shooting through my body and making me grind down on Griffin’s cock.
I take a breath through my nose, soaking in the weight and feel of his hot hardness on my tongue before I suck more of him into my mouth.
I only worry that my movements are slow and clumsy for a moment before Rowan’s hands are tangled in my hair and guiding me where he wants me. I shift my hips in time with the shallow thrusts Rowan is doing into my mouth, overwhelmed by the feeling of being consumed by both of them.
Rowan’s hips jerk forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Shit, sorry, I—“ He pulls out, his eyes wide with panic.
I shake my head, gripping the back of his thigh and pulling him closer to me.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Griffin grits out. “Look at her. Such a needy little omega. You want his cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant, my breath warm against Rowan’s hardness before I suck him back into my mouth.
He lets out a startled cry, his hips thrusting of their own volition.
“You’re a natural, Sugar, fucking hell, you’re driving me insane.”
The sight of my head bobbing seems to excite Griffin, because he returns back to holding my waist and thrusting up into me. I can’t help but moan around Rowan’s cock in my mouth.
I cling desperately to Rowan’s thighs as the two of them find a hypnotic rhythm. My inner omega preens every time either of them makes a noise of pleasure.
“I’m going to—fuck—“ Rowan quickly pulls out of my mouth, his hand wrapping around the head of his cock. A groan of pleasure unlike the ones he’s let out before leaves his lips as his cock twitches, white cum spilling out past his fingers.
My eyes widen in fascination, the sight of Rowan coming making slick gush from me.
“Sorry, I—shit, some of it got on you.” Rowan takes an unsteady step backwards before practically stumbling off the bed.
I glance down at myself and see a couple droplets of cum on my chest. Stuck in the fascinated haze of my heat, I reach out and swipe the liquid onto my fingers before sucking them into my mouth.
“Holy shit,” Rowan breathes out.
“Did she just do what I think she did,” Griffin growls.
The taste of Rowan explodes on my tongue and I let out a little hum of satisfaction. I want more of him. I need it, now that I’ve gotten a taste.
A little whine leaves my throat when I see Rowan wiping his hand on the t-shirt he discarded earlier.
“She—she did,” Rowan answers. “She wiped my cum off her tits and licked her fingers.”
“Did I—did I do something wrong?” I ask, uneasiness sitting low in my belly at their shocked reactions.
“Fuck no,” Griffin growls, pulling me flush against him. He moves me with such ease, sitting up and onto his knees with his cock still inside me.
It drives me crazy. I squirm in his hold as he pulls out, before pushing me down onto my hands and knees.
“Having you squirm in my lap while you sucked him off was fucking torture,” he groans, notching the head of his cock between my legs. “But I can’t hold back anymore. My knot needs to be inside of you, right fucking now.”
“Yes, please,” I pant, arching my back and shifting my hips back onto his cock.
“Impatient as always,” Griffin chuckles.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say I’m only impatient because he keeps on teasing me, but the words die in my throat as he thrusts forward.
Oh my god. I can practically feel him in my lungs, with how deep I feel him inside of me. I can do nothing but cling to the sheets underneath me as his hips piston in and out of me, his knot pushing against my entrance with each thrust.
“That’s it, Sugar,” Rowan murmurs, kneeling in front of me. His cheeks are flushed from his orgasm. He’s never looked as handsome as he does right now. “You’re taking his cock so well.”
He leans forward, his lips capturing mine, swallowing down the strangled cry as Griffin grips my hips, his own thrusting forward with a different intention: knotting me.
Rowan’s lips are soft against mine, the perfect contrast to Griffin’s knot stretching me open so wide it makes it a struggle to breathe.
“You’re perfect,” Griffin grits out. “So fucking perfect.”
He reaches around my hips, his thumb brushing against my clit. In two slow circles, my inner walls clamp down on him as an orgasm rips through my body.
If it weren’t for both their hands on my body, I would’ve collapsed onto the bed.
Griffin takes the opportunity to push past any resistance, locking his knot inside of me, only magnifying the intensity of my orgasm.
Rowan continues to kiss me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, all while swallowing my cries.
He even reaches up and brushes the single tear that’s squeezed out from the intensity of my orgasm from my cheek, all while our lips are still locked.
“Fucking hell,” Griffin pants. “That was the best thing in the fucking world.”
He wraps his arms around the torso of my limp body, leaning over on the bed and spooning himself behind me. The movement makes his knot tug inside me and a small whine leaves the back of my throat.
“Shit, sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my hair.
“It’s okay,” I say, nuzzling into the arms he has wrapped around me.
My vision is clearer than it’s been in forever, but I still feel an uneasy level of heat pulsing inside of me. I don’t think my heat is over yet.
“I still feel it.” I reach out to Rowan, my brows drawn down in concern and confusion. Isn’t getting knotted supposed to fix this terrible feeling I still have inside of me?
“Your heat will probably last a few more days, if things go well,” Rowan murmurs, climbing onto the bed and curling himself around my other side.
“Oh.”
“We’ll take care of you, though,” Griffin murmurs. “We’ll make sure to keep the pain at bay. Just get some rest, sweetheart. Your body is exhausted.”
“Okay,” I say, my eyes already fluttering shut. “Thank you both.”
“Of course, Sugar. We’re just glad we can help,” Rowan says.