Chapter 52 Mirabelle #2
“You just gonna leave Rage hanging, I can see the way you’ve been eyeing him like you want a taste,” Rowan growls, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
A gasp is caught in my throat from the combination of the sensation and the hungry look in Rage’s eyes as I glance up at him.
“Please,” I whimper. I don’t know what I’m asking for.
Rowan to give me what I need.
Rage to take his cock out and give me that taste I need.
Both.
Everything.
At the same time.
Rowan grants me mercy, his hips thrusting forward and seating himself fully inside me in one smooth motion.
My lips fall open and my eyes flutter shut. I can see stars behind my eyes with each thrust.
I melt into each of Rowan’s thrusts, my body relaxing from the tension of my heat that’s been coiling for who knows how long. My knees shift wider, my hips open up, and my back arches.
It’s such a primal, natural reaction. I can’t help but feel like my body was meant for this. It’s perfect. This is perfect. My mates are perfect.
“So pretty,” Rage growls, his hand lifting to cup my cheek. His thumb brushes against my lips reverently and I suck it into my mouth. His hands are so massive. All of him is so massive.
My nails dig into the fabric of his sweatpants as I claw myself forward, hooking my hands into his waistband.
He lets out a fierce growl, shoving it down and freeing his bobbing cock.
Oh wow. I know he’s big. I’ve felt him inside of me. I’ve felt myself, the day after I had him inside of me.
But there’s something about being face to face with his cock, so close I can see the slight purplish hue to the head, the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
I reach out, my hands and fingers looking tiny as I wrap them around the base, guiding his cock towards my waiting lips.
My tongue darts out as I lap at the head, feeling the ridiculously soft skin and tasting the salty, leathery musk that’s all Rage.
With every one of Rowan’s thrusts, I’m pushed against Rage in a rhythm.
Rage reaches up behind him, gripping the headboard when I widen my jaw and slide the head of his cock into my mouth. The muscles in his torso ripple with the movement and his abs flex.
He lets out a wordless noise that’s halfway between a growl and a groan. It vibrates straight through to my clit, making my inner walls flutter around Rowan.
“Fuck you look so hot, Sugar,” Rowan groans, “Look at you taking both of us.”
Drool runs past my stretched lips and down Rage’s shaft, coating my hands as I try to massage his cock up and down in rhythm with my mouth.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the firm weight of Rage’s length against my tongue. I suck a little harder, running my tongue up along the underside of his head and his hips jerk upwards, filling my mouth entirely.
Despite the all consuming fear from earlier around my heat, I feel powerful right now. I’m making Rage, one of the most powerful people I know, lose control. I’m making him fall apart with my mouth.
“Fuck, Sugar, if you keep clamping down on my cock like that, I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Rowan groans.
Another thrill of pride thrums through me.
I’m making them feel good. Really good, if the noises they’re making are any indication.
It makes me clamp down on my inner walls, pushing backwards into Rowan’s thrusts in anticipation.
“Fuck, I can’t—”
Rowan’s cock jerks inside of me and I let out a satisfied hum around Rage’s cock.
“Holy shit, Sugar,” Rowan pants, pulling out from inside of me.
I pull off of Rage’s length with a wet and satisfying pop, flashing a lazy grin over my shoulder at Rowan.
“Mine,” Rage growls, instantly reaching out and cupping my jaw in his massive hand and directing my gaze back at him.
“The big guy wants his turn,” Rowan chuckles, his chest heaving as he rests back on his heels.
Rage’s jaw works as he stares at me. His cock bounces in my hand between us. I can feel each throb under my fingertips.
I crawl forward, stretching my hips wide in order to straddle his.
Rage’s hands drag down my spine before gripping my hips. His erection, soaked with my saliva, presses against my overheated flesh of my folds.
“Do you want to ride him?” Rowan murmurs, appearing behind me and brushing my hair away from my spine so it hangs over my shoulder.
“Ride… him?”
“Yeah, Sugar. That’d mean you’re on top.”
The thought sends a thrill.
“So, like this?” I ask, grinding my hips down against Rage’s cock, my pussy dragging along him.
“That could work, but imagine that with him inside of you.” Rowan’s whisper sends a tantalizing feeling down my spine.
My strawberry shortcake perfume explodes out from me.
“Yes,” Rage nods, gripping my hips and lifting me. “That.”
With Rowan’s guidance and my hands resting against Rage’s chest for balance, I quickly find that if I’m straddling Rage, resting on my thighs alone, because of how large he is, both in general size and in length, that I truly can’t move.
My forehead rests against Rage’s shoulder, his thick leather scent teasing me as I catch my breath. Will I ever get used to the stretch of his cock?
He’s so massive, in this position, I swear I can feel him in my lungs.
“More,” Rage growls, his hips shifting.
“You’re right,” I pant, glancing at Rowan for guidance. “I want to move.”
“You could try resting on your heels instead of your thighs,” Rowan suggests.
I let out a startled gasp as Rage’s length shifts inside of me as I move into the new position, the cheeks of my ass flush against Rage’s hips as I rest on my heels with him inside of me.
My eyes go wide as I start rising, my one hand braced on Rage’s chest, the other on his shoulder.
“Oh God,” I gasp, the delicious friction making me dizzy.
“Holy fuck are you two hot,” Rowan murmurs, leaning over and brushing a few soft kisses along my spine as he reaches forward and cups my breasts.
Rage’s hands rest on my hips, guiding me up and down to maintain our rhythm when I start to tire. He works me up and down his shaft like I’m all his and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
I lean forward, pressing my lips against his in a hungry kiss.
With both of us focused on the feel of him inside of me, the kiss is a messy meeting of lips and teeth, but neither of us care.
Rage breaks the kiss with a growl, his chest heaving under my hands. My eyes flutter open, going wide when I see the red lines my nails are leaving on the skin there.
He doesn’t seem to share my concern, tilting his neck and scraping his teeth up against where my shoulder meets my neck.
“Bite,” he growls.
“Please,” I whine, my hips shifting. “I want you to bite me. Please, Rage. I need it. I need it so bad.”
My words come out in a jumbled series of gasps and pants.
Rowan reaches around Rage’s hold on my hips, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing small, tight circles around the little bundle of nerves.
Time seems to slow down and speed up at the same time, the world in me falling away to a pinpoint focus around how good I feel right now.
“Oh my God!” I cry out, my inner walls clamping down uncontrollably around Rage.
“Mine!” Rage growls, using his hold on my hips to slam me down on his knot.
It’s at that moment that he reaches up, angling my head with a hold at the base of my neck and sinks his teeth into me, marking me. Bonding me.
I lean forward and do the same, overwhelmed with the urge to share this moment in its entirety with him.
My heart slams in my chest in anticipation. Or maybe it’s fluttering away because I just had a crazy orgasm.
And then I feel it.
Rage’s presence in my mind.
“I can feel you,” I whisper, smiling up at him.
His jaw falls slack as he blinks down at me like he’s seeing something magical.
“You’ll never have to feel alone again,” I whisper, leaning up to brush my lips against his. The movement makes his knot shift inside me, pressing against that delicious spot.
“God, I think I could come just by wiggling on your knot,” I gasp.
“We’ll have to add that to the bucket list.”
My eyes go wide as I turn around, as much as I can, still locked onto Rage, to see Ash standing by the bed, a lazy grin on his lips.
“You’re here!” I gasp. “When did you get here?”
I glance over to the other side of the bed to see Griffin standing there with a smirk.
“We got here when you were riding Rage’s cock like a fucking rodeo queen,” Griffin chuckles, stalking towards the bed.
He leans forward, brushing his thumb against my lips.
“I don’t know what a rodeo queen is,” I mumble, my eyes wide as I blink up at him.
I guess I was so into everything with Rage and Rowan that I didn’t realize they got back.
“That’s not important. Your lips are swollen, Sweetheart. Did you suck a little cock before taking that knot like a good girl?”
His filthy words have a fierce blush bleeding from the tips of my ears all the way down my chest.
“Y—yes, you can tell?” I gasp, my hands reaching up to brush against my lips. I guess they are pretty sensitive right now.
“‘Course we can, Shortcake,” Ash growls, appearing by my side.
“She did a good job,” Rage growls, his own lips quirking up in a lopsided smile, tugging at the scar on his face. “No, a great job.”
“Oh, I bet,” Griffin nods.
Ash reaches, his large, calloused hand dragging against the smooth skin of my ass.
“Remember what I said in the bathroom, back at that motel, Shortcake?” he murmurs.
“You—you said a lot,” I gasp, as he scrapes his teeth against my shoulder.
“I told you that I’d take your ass, one day.”
His words send a thrill of excitement shooting straight down to my core.
Rage lets out a quiet groan as my inner walls clamp around his knot.
“Today is that day,” Ash murmurs, collecting the slick that’s leaked out past Rage’s knot onto his fingers and dragging it up towards my ass.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, leaning forward and pressing my forehead against Rage’s chest as Ash’s fingers breach my tight rosebud.
It’s not painful, but the strange sensation is a little scary.
“Breathe, Shortcake,” Ash murmurs, running a hand down my spine. “You can take me. Let me prepare you.”
“O—okay,” I nod, making sure to relax.
“Good girl.” Ash’s praise makes my perfume sweeten even more in the air around us, swirling and mixing with all of their scents.
“Damn, I didn’t know she could get sweeter,” Griffin groans.
“It’s better than any drug,” Rowan says.
My lips quirk up into a small smile as Ash pulls his fingers from me.
I feel him gathering my slick to coat his shaft. The sensation and my inability to turn around and watch what he’s doing because I’m still locked onto Rage’s dick builds my anticipation to a level I didn’t know possible.
“You’re such a perfect little omega for us,” Ash growls, lining up the head of his cock with my puckered rosebud. “And I’m going to make you mine.”
My breath gets caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat as he pushes forward in one long, slow, thrust.
With Rage’s knot still inside of me, I feel utterly and entirely split open when Ash bottoms out.
There’s only one way I can even try to explain it.
I feel claimed.
“That’s it, Shortcake, you’re doing such a good job, taking my cock up your ass,” Ash groans, resting his forehead against my shoulder. His buzz-cut hair tickles against my ear.
But I forget all about that sensation when he starts thrusting in earnest.
I must clamp down in response to the movement, because Rage’s hands clamp down on my thighs with the movement, his eyes alight with his own pleasure.
“So pretty,” he says through gritted teeth.
I chase after his lips blindly. His lips are soft against mine as I whimper into his mouth.
“Fucking hell, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Rowan groans.
I glance to the side to see Griffin has dragged up one of the hotel chairs beside the bed. He’s lazily stroking his cock up and down, his eyes locked on the three of us.
“You can say that again,” Griffin nods.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, I don’t think I can last long,” Ash groans.
His rhythm falters as he braces a hand against the headboard, right by my head. The veins in his forearm stand out against his pale skin.
“I’m going to bite you, make you mine. For-fucking-ever. You hear that, Shortcake? Mine.” He punctuates each sentence with a deep thrust that pushes his knot further and further into my body.
“Please,” I pant. “I’m yours, Ash.”
He lets out a fierce roar, his hips thrusting forward one last time and locking his knot deep inside of me.
Then, he leans forward, clamping his teeth right along the back of my neck.
I turn my head to the side, biting down onto his forearm.
It’s an unconventional spot, but I don’t care. I just need to complete the bond. Now.
So full I can’t move, I collapse down onto Rage’s chest.
“Wow,” I breathe out. “I can feel all of you.”
The warmth exploding out from my chest, a mix of all of their emotions, brings tears to my eyes.
“We can feel you too, Sugar.”
“You’re mine,” I mumble. “All mine. All of you.”
“And you’re ours,” Ash growls, brushing some of my hair away from my face.
“Ours,” Rage nods.