Chapter 22
twenty-two
KITANIA
Tommy didn’t wait for an invitation. He moved behind me, pressing his chest to my back, his mouth finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. His hands slid around my waist, fingers splaying across my stomach.
“Our perfect Omega,” he murmured against my skin, the words vibrating through me. “So good to us. So fucking perfect.”
His hardness pressed against my lower back, and I reached behind me to touch him through his pants. He guided my hand inside, letting me feel how affected he was.
“Come here, Butterfly,” he urged, his voice tight with need.
Since Gio hadn’t knotted me, I shifted off of him and onto my knees on the bed, facing Tommy.
My playful mate stood before me, green eyes glittering with desire as I helped to free him from his clothes. Unlike the others, Tommy liked to watch—to see my face, to witness my pleasure while he took his own.
Slowly, he reached for my buttons, undoing them one at a time, baring my breasts, enjoying the view as my nipples grew impossibly hard from the cool air that kissed the already tender peaks.
Marco’s presence teased at the edges of my senses. The bed dipped with his weight, and the heat of his body warmed my back before he even touched me.
He helped his brother slide D’s shirt down my shoulders and off, baring me entirely.
“Look at you,” Marco murmured, his timber smooth and sultry. It sent shivers racing down my spine, warm and tingly. His fingers brushed against my back, a gentle pressure that was both grounding and possessive. “So eager to please.”
“What do you think, Marco?” Tommy cocked his head, staring over my head at his brother behind me. “We always were good at sharing.”
Marco chuckled, the sound dark and knowing as he added pressure between my shoulder blades. “Present for me, Angel,” he commanded softly, and I whined because… yes!
Instantly compliant, I let him guide me forward onto my elbows, my chest lowering until my breasts brushed against the cool sheets. My back arched naturally, hips raised, completely exposed to him.
“Good girl,” Marco praised, his hands kneading the flesh of my ass, spreading me open to his gaze. I felt him trace a finger through my folds, collecting the wetness between my thighs and using it to coat his cock.
Meanwhile, I held Tommy’s gaze as I parted my lips and took him into my mouth, savoring the sharp hiss of pleasure that escaped him. I hummed around his length, making him gasp and tangle his fingers in my hair—not controlling, just connecting. His cock was heavy on my tongue as he guided me gently, his hips rocking forward in shallow, teasing thrusts.
“Fuck, Kit,” he breathed, his voice strained. “Your mouth... so perfect.”
“Look how good you make him feel, Angel,” Marco rasped, and his palm slid up my spine to rest between my shoulders as he lined himself up. I felt the broad flare of his cock teasing my entrance, popping in and out, teasing me, making my pussy flutter around nothing. It was maddening, and I hummed my complaint since my mouth was blessedly full.
Marco chuckled again while Tommy groaned, his fingers flexing, his hips stuttering in their rhythmic pace.
“Fuck!” Tommy growled.
“That’s exactly what I plan to do.” Marco thrust forward, plunging deep, rocking me between him and his brother.
I didn’t curse often, but holy fuck!
They took me together, driving me to the edge of sanity with each perfect thrust. Marco’s hands gripped my hips with bruising force while Tommy’s cock slid between my lips, the two of them finding a rhythm that had me moaning and shaking between them. The dual sensation of being filled at both ends sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my body trembling with each rocking thrust.
“Look at her take it,” Marco growled, his voice rough with desire. “Made for this, weren’t you, Angel?”
I couldn’t answer, could only moan around Tommy’s length as Marco drove deeper, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Tommy’s hands cupped my face tenderly, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as he watched me take him.
“So fucking beautiful,” Tommy murmured, his voice tight with restraint. “The way you look right now... fuck, Kit.”
From where they watched, Dimitri and Gio made appreciative sounds, their eyes never leaving us. The weight of their gazes added another layer to my pleasure, knowing they were witnessing this, approving of it, getting aroused all over again by it.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, and the harder Marco fucked me, the deeper I took Tommy. He slid into my throat over and over again as I moaned around his length.
Marco’s grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he set a relentless pace. The sound of skin against skin filling the room alongside our shared breaths and groans. The position left me completely at their mercy, and I surrendered to it willingly, letting go of everything but them and the way they made me feel.
Tommy’s rhythm faltered, his breathing growing erratic. “Kit, I’m close,” he warned, his fingers flexing in my hair.
I hummed encouragement, taking him deeper, using my tongue to trace every sensitive inch of him.
I lost myself in the rhythm, in the heady power of giving him this pleasure. When his breathing quickened, thighs tensing, I doubled my efforts until he came with a shudder and my name on his lips.
“Ah, Butterfly,” he groaned as I drank him down, sucking eagerly, wanting more of his fresh lime and rum flavor flowing over my tongue. Spent, Tommy slipped free, praising me even as his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees. Unafraid of tasting himself on my lips, he leaned in and devoured my mouth. “Fuck, Kit. That was an otherworldly experience.”
“You’re tellin’ me. She’s so damn good at that,” D praised.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, taking care of them,” Marco rasped, still buried to the hilt, fucking me slow and deep. “Now, let me take care of you.”
His touch was lighter, teasing. He knew exactly how to wind me up, his arm wrapping around my hip, fingers dancing over my clit, lips grazing over the back of my neck, making me tremble. Every piston of his cock drove me higher, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. He purposefully kept the angle, driving me mad.
I couldn’t hold on, spiralling hard and fast. My thighs shook and my pussy pulsed as I neared the inevitable cliff.
“Fuck, Angel. Squeezin’ me so damn tight. You gonna come for me?”
“Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”
“That’s a good girl. Come for me, Kit.”
The command, the growl, the dirty talk… I squealed as my release crashed into me so fast, my head spun.
With a curse, Marco rutted , picking up his pace and fucking me hard, fast, and wild. His large hands gripped my waist, rocking me back into his thrusts. The untamed snap of his hips drew out my orgasm, making it last as he pounded against my g-spot.
“You gonna make me come, Angel? Gonna be a good little Omega and take all my cum? Gonna milk my cock until I’m bone fuckin’ dry?”
“Oh. My. God!” I cried, fists clenching the sheets as my eyes rolled back into my head.
My pussy squeezed harder than ever at his filthy words, and my orgasm ripped through me with new intensity.
Marco cursed, then roared .
His release barreled into him, and his knot swelled as he slammed it into me. I keened, screaming his name as he filled me with spurt after spurt, all the while continuing to rock, to thrust, to fuck , his knot rubbing against every delicious spot inside my pussy. I rolled from one orgasm to the next
Or maybe the first one never truly ended.
Either way, I was in pure, utter bliss. Panting, I finally collapsed to the bed, totally spent. Marco sprawled over my back, then carefully rolled us to the side, spooning me so he didn’t crush me into the mattress.
The others, dressed back in boxers, joined us, settling around me, my protective pack. We were a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin cooling in the air. I lay in the center, Marco behind me, Dimitri in front of me, with Gio and Tommy book-ending them. Their scents surrounded me—sandalwood and honey, earth and iron, mint and lime, leather and musk—creating a cocoon that settled every atom of my being.
As my breathing slowed and my pulse settled, something strange unfurled deep in my core. A warmth, different from arousal yet somehow connected to it, spread through my lower belly. My heart rate, which had been calming, suddenly quickened again. The air around me felt thicker, heavier with each breath I took.
Marco inhaled sharply beside me, his head lifting from the pillow. “Your scent…”
The others tensed, suddenly alert. Dimitri propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes fixing on my face with an intensity that made me shiver.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked, low and knowing.
I nodded, barely breathing. It was a slow-burning kind of heat, a subtle warmth that hadn’t been there before. My skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of the sheet against me, every point of contact with the men surrounding me magnified tenfold.
“What’s happening?” I whispered, though part of me already knew.
Dimitri’s fingers traced my cheekbone with reverent care. “I think you’re in pre-heat, Kitten,” he said simply. “It won’t be much longer.”
Marco’s arm tightened around my waist. Gio’s eyes darkened further. Tommy shifted closer. And Dimitri—Dimitri looked at me with a wildfire in his gaze—dangerous, consuming, and hot enough to burn.
I swallowed hard, the reality settling over me with crystalline clarity. My first heat with them—hell, my first heat ever.
But if it was anything like what I’d just experienced, I couldn’t fucking wait.