49. Xayden
CHAPTER 49
Xayden
I'm not joking tonight. Normally, I'm the one who cracks a joke no matter what, but right now, I'm in a full-blown rut. Every part of me is focused on claiming her—on owning her completely. I can barely think straight; all I feel is this raw need that pushes me to take control, to push her to her limits without holding anything back.
West rolls away, and I drop to my knees next to her. She watches, her eyes hooded. I spread her legs, my gaze dipping down to her slick-coated folds. West’s cum seeps out of her, and I reach down, pushing it back in. She moans and lifts her hips.
Who am I to deny the silent plea? I bury my head between her legs, spreading her wider, and sealing my mouth onto her sex. I lick her until she squirms beneath me, nipping at her clit, tonguing her hole, and pushing her toward an orgasm.
Todd drops down on her other side, capturing her moans with his kisses. We are both goners.
I can’t get enough of her sweet taste. A growl rumbles from my throat, and she arches into my mouth, moaning loudly as Todd kisses down her neck.
The only thing on my mind is possession, overriding any thought that isn’t about claiming her, ensuring she knows who she belongs to.
“This sweet pussy is ours, sweetheart, no one else's,” I tell her, sucking her inner thigh and pressing two fingers into her, curling them into her g-spot until she whimpers. I press my hips into the mattress, finding the friction I need, or at least a version of it.
“Yours,” she agrees on a broken cry that makes a feral smile pull at my lips.
We continue our attention until she’s incoherent, her hands reaching for us, attempting to pull one of us on top of her.
“She needs a knot,” Jake says, his voice clear yet strained.
I flick my eyes over to him; he is leaning against the wall, completely naked. His dick hard as a rock and jutting out proudly. I know what he’s doing. He’s making sure we don’t go too far. Making sure we don’t surrender to the alpha’s nature too fully. Protecting Ashlyn. It makes me want to share this with him.
“Join us,” I demand, short and clipped, beyond the ability for normal conversation.
“Give her what she needs first,” he says. His gaze flicks down to my jeans, which admittedly are feeling too tight. “I’m sure West is ready to give her what she needs if you don’t, Xayden.”
I growl and shoot a glare at West. I dare him to try. He just stares back, and I know Jake’s right.
I press my mouth to her pussy again, working my fingers in and out, adding a third and then a fourth, all while I’m shedding my jeans with my other hand. Finally kicking them free, I move to kneel between her legs.
Todd ensures the rest of her body is getting attention, and she currently has her fingers thread into his hair, holding him to her breast. Her head pressed back into the mattress, pleasure painted on her face—it takes my breath away for a moment. The second I nudge her entrance with the head of my dick, her eyes fly open and they find mine.
I hold her blue gaze as I sink into her. It’s like coming home. I belong inside of her for the rest of my life. Not behind a drum kit or on stage in front of millions, just here, worshiping her body the way she deserves.
She moans as I bump her entrance with my already swollen knot. “You want that?” I ask, pushing a little further but not enough to lock into her.
She presses up, her body answering for her.
“I’m going to add my mark first, so I can feel everything,” I say. Todd shifts enough to give me room to lean over her, and I press open-mouth, sloppy kisses along her collarbone, until I reach West’s mark. Then I kiss the spot, shifting an inch to the right, before sinking my teeth into her soft neck.
The connection snaps into place like a too tight rubber band, and I gasp at the pure need flowing from her. Jake’s right; she needs my knot, now. Without hesitating, I push into her, and I can feel her whimper through our bond. It’s not just an audible sound, but it flows through her entire body, dragging me straight into an orgasm with her.
My body tenses as I empty my seed into her. That probably has to be the fastest I’ve ever come. I’d be embarrassed if her muscles weren’t milking me for all I’m worth. And her emotions weren’t wrapping around me and holding me tight, soothing parts of me that I thought were broken. This connection is everything.