Chapter 18 #2
The very thought of that makes my inner walls quake around him.
Elliot’s arms wrap around me like a vise. “That’s it. Take him, angel.” He rocks his own hips against my ass, not entering, just letting me feel the weight of him there while my slick coats him. It makes my heart stutter.
Nolan’s hand is in my hair, holding me steady. He presses his lips to my ear. “You were born for this. You’re perfect.”
Kellen’s hips falter. He’s so close, but he’s still holding back, waiting for me to give in, to lose myself to the heat. But I don’t want to. I want to hang on to this feeling right there forever.
Nolan moves to my head, kneeling so his cock is right there, and I open my mouth, greedy for him. He slides in, slow, filling my mouth, and I moan around him.
Elliot’s hands are everywhere, caressing my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. When I cum again, it’s a whole-body event, every muscle tight and burning.
Kellen cums with a strangled groan. I swear I can feel it run the length of my spine.
His hips lock tight against mine, and he has one hand balled in the bedding and one on my thigh holding me in place like he’s scared I’ll slip away even now.
His cock throbs inside me, pulse after pulse, and for a surreal, floating moment, I am nothing but sensation and the wild, sweet scent of alpha arousal mixed with my own.
And then Kellen bites me, marking me as his omega.
His teeth sink into my skin and I cum again as I feel the bond between us solidify.
The world reduces to the thundering in my ears and the ricochet of heartbeats—mine and Kellen’s, the others crowding in just beyond, waiting their turns with barely checked hunger.
But no sooner does his knot begin to shrink—an ache that’s almost a sadness, because I want to be kept, held, and filled by him and by all of them, always—than Elliot is there.
Patient, stoic, but shaking, visibly white-knuckling his own control.
He urges me up, his hands beneath my arms, and I let him guide me so I’m half in his lap, half splayed over the comforter, slick and sweat-misted and already keening for more.
Elliot kisses me. Not a peck or a shallow brush but a full claim, mouth slanted over mine, tongue seeking and finding until I whimper into him and arch, needy and wanton.
His cock is thicker, longer. I see stars as he parts me and pushes in with a stretch so perfect it makes my eyes water and resets the ache in my belly back to blinding white.
I pulse around him, and his body tenses.
His self-control is more terrifying than Kellen’s or Nolan’s, sharp and relentless. I know, because I want to shatter it.
“Elliot,” I gasp once he’s in to the hilt, his knot already pressing at my entrance, huge and swelling. I want him deeper, always deeper. Now.
He bites my shoulder—not a warning nip, but a real bite.
His canines are sharp as he brands me as his omega with a claim mark that slides me into another dimension entirely.
The pain is beautiful, the pressure exquisite, and I cum so hard I black out.
He gently shakes me awake again and they all whisper reassurances.
“Good girl.”
“Our angel.”
“Look at our omega.”
When I shudder out, wrung hollow and empty, Elliot pistons into me until his hips lock in place and his warmth floods me.
He grunts, his hips jackhammering as he cums. The fullness of him and the pulsing of his knot sends my arousal into overdrive.
I quake around him and dig into his shoulders with my fingers for a steadying purchase.
When Elliot’s knot finally deflates and my heat still refuses to calm for the moment, Nolan’s gaze meets mine and I shudder.
The intensity there screams that Nolan does not have control of his alpha instincts.
My core coils tight as Nolan flips me onto my stomach.
I gasp at the roughness, but then surrender to it, arching my back as he spreads my thighs wide and presses his cock to my ass.
He goes slow, deliberate, a tease that’s almost cruel because my body is already so wrecked and desperate I can barely form words.
He edges in, a little at a time, and the burn is intense, but he hushes me, hand cradling the back of my head as he rocks forward a fraction deeper with every thrust. My breath comes in broken, hoarse gasps.
My numb fingers grasp for purchase on the sheets.
Kellen, spent and loose, slides up alongside me to kiss my shoulder near his bite mark.
I twist sideways so he has access to my breasts.
His mouth finds my nipple and he rolls it with his tongue until I sob again, the sensation overload tipping me straight into another orgasm even as Nolan’s knot swells, trapping me tight.
Nolan bites a free spot on one shoulder just as hard as Elliot and Kellen. Another alpha mark. The last one.
I am theirs. Our bond is complete.
The marks bloom hot on my skin, and I scream as every nerve ending pulses with pleasure.
Nolan’s growl vibrates through my body as his hips snap against mine.
His fingers dig into my waist, leaving marks I’ll find tomorrow.
When he slams in one final time, his whole body goes rigid against my back.
His arms lock around me like steel bands as he pulses inside me.
Minutes pass in a haze of shared breath and sweat-slick skin before I feel the pressure ease, his body finally releasing mine.
I am absolutely destroyed—sweaty and shivering, marked up and claimed, but utterly, perfectly complete.
I can barely move, muscles quivering and spent, but it doesn’t matter because they are all over me, hands stroking, lips kissing.
They offer murmurs of praise and comfort and filthy promises for the next several heat-blurred days and beyond.
My hair is plastered to my forehead with sweat and my vision is blurred, but I am dimly aware of the three of them forming a tangle around me.
They are living, breathing proof that this is not a performance, not a fantasy concocted by PR departments.
Kellen nuzzles my neck, nosing at the bite-wound Elliot left, and his hand strokes my cheek in lazy circles.
Elliot, behind me, buries his face against my hair and hums, content and sated, his arms heavy around my waist. Nolan pillows my head on his chest and holds me tight until all three bite marks heal over quickly.
I fall asleep tangled between them until my heat flares again. Until then, I enjoy being able to think straight so I can be grateful for three alphas. I never want to be anywhere else.