Chapter 53 #3
"Fuck, you look so hot with him stretching you open, your chest dripping cum," Luka declares, and his statement is all the encouragement I need to glide down Kylian’s shaft.
White-hot need dazzles the back of my eyelids when I feel Kylian's knot tap at my pussy lips, hinting at the stretch he'll give me later.
I rise and fall. Rise and fall as I stare down at him. Our gazes latch, lock together, and I toss aside the key.
A click sounds behind me, like a bottle top being flicked, and then a warm trickle drips down my spine.
Ridge's voice ghosts over my ear. "I'm going to take your ass while you ride Kylian."
He doesn't ask. He declares.
And somehow, the command in his voice is better than a request could ever be.
His deft fingers start to work lube up and down the cleft of my ass as I continue to gently ride Kylian.
When Ridge's fingertip starts to rim me, I tip forward, stealing a kiss from my other alpha, who distracts me as Ridge works a finger inside, pumping slowly, adding lube every few seconds until the burn of his touch is a smooth, silky glide.
The tap of his finger within me actually makes me clench down on Kylian, who moans.
"Yes. Squeeze my dick, baby. You like when Ridge touches you like that?"
I nod, and Ridge taps again.
Kylian glides a hand between our bodies, and his fingers strum at the skin surrounding my clit, teasing me and shredding my thoughts and inhibitions as Ridge adds a second finger.
My eyelids flutter closed, so I don't know if my alphas coordinate, but both Ridge's fingers surge forward as Kylian finally presses against my clit.
I detonate with little pants that rise into whimpers and then catapult into silent screams as they manipulate my body in tandem.
My orgasm whips up my spine and sends oscillating waves of pleasure everywhere.
My head. My toes. My fingertips even grow numb once the tingling brilliance subsides, and I sag down on Kylian's chest, spent and utterly contented.
Willing to submit to anything they want to do with me.
Once my trembling aftershocks fade and my body relaxes, Kylian grips my hips and starts a slow rhythm, sliding until he taps my cervix, and then slowly drawing back, each thrust as gentle as a rising and receding tide.
I gush around his dick, thick slick squelching as he murmurs praise against the shell of my ear. The heat of his skin inside me, the tap of his knot begging for entrance, the tug of his retreat—it all builds quickly toward another precipice.
They turn me incandescent. I glow like starlight, like the pulsing energy of the universe, putty in the hands of these two gods who grab hold of my body and manipulate it to do their bidding.
Ridge withdraws his fingers and then deftly pulls my ass cheeks apart, the head of his dick pressing against me. With a tiny pop that makes me gasp from the pressure, he slides inside. And I'm so tight, so full, that I nearly scream.
Tiny pants burst from my lips, and Luka praises me from off to my side.
"You're doing so well, Brylee. So good."
"Hot," Colter contributes before I hear a noise—a throaty moan—that makes me think he might be touching himself to the sight.
Ridge thrusts, then Kylian. They develop a rhythm, alternating so that they each draw all of my focus when they've pressed deep inside me. But both are so deliberate and restrained that pressure builds beneath my skin. My hips start to cant, urging Kylian to go deeper.
My fingertips drift toward my nipples, pinching as I murmur, "So full."
"That's right, sweetheart," Ridge soothes as he glides into me, but when he pulls back, he smacks my ass as Kylian presses up.
The intensity coaxes me closer to the brink, and another wave of perfume emanates from my skin.
The scent doubles their aggression, and they speed up.
Kylian holds on to my hips, and his knot presses in, stretching me until I'm gaping and gasping. The intensity of his press shoots a squeezing sensation rollicking down my middle.
"Fuck. Yes. Strangle my cock with that pussy," Kylian murmurs.
So I do.
"God, I can feel that," Ridge declares, one of his hands coming to my shoulder and clenching down.
I clamp those muscles one more time.
And my alphas snap.
They show no mercy, fucking hard and deep, smacking our pelvic bones against one another. The sound of sloppy wet fucking fills the room as their masculine scents intensify.
Time slows and speeds. It ceases to have meaning.
This is all there is.
Sweaty skin. Panting. Smacking. Fingers tracing a bull’s-eye on my clit.
Ridge comes first, hot jets shooting into me as his fingers curl and dig into my shoulder. The added heat must do something to me because I follow shortly after, bright sparks bursting behind my eyelids when Kylian pinches my clit between his fingers.
And then Kylian roars, a feral, unhinged sound filling our nest as he pulses inside of me, his dick tapping at my G-spot and sending new shudders through me.
I collapse on top of him as Ridge slowly withdraws with a sensitive hiss.
And I stay that way, splayed across Kylian's chest, our bodies locked together by his knot, listening to his heart rate gradually change from frantic to perfectly content.