Chapter 33 Jessica #2
"I'm done waiting." I arch up toward Sergio, who's still hovering over me like he needs permission. Like he's still trying to be the responsible one. "I want you. Not careful. Not controlled. Just you."
"Not yet." Sergio sits back on his heels.
“Stop stalling..”
His hand slides between my thighs, and the words die in my throat.
"You're absolutely soaked." His voice drops an octave.
"Told you." I try to press against his hand, but Nacho holds me still. "Why are we still talking?"
"Because I want to see you fall apart first." Sergio's finger circles my entrance, gathering slick, and I whimper at the barely-there contact. "I want to watch you come on my hand before I fill you completely. Before I claim you the way your body is begging me to."
The word knot sends a lightning bolt of arousal straight to my core.
"Oh God." I throw my head back against Nacho's shoulder. “Just touch me."
He does.
One finger slides inside me, thick and perfect, and I clench around it with a cry. He adds a second almost immediately, and I feel the stretch, the fullness, the promise of more.
"That's it." Carlos presses kisses along my jaw. "Let go. We've got you."
Pedro's mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard, and I nearly scream.
Sergio's fingers pumping inside me. Carlos's mouth on my neck. Pedro's teeth grazing my breast. Nacho's hands sliding down to grip my hips, holding me open, keeping me still while they take me apart.
"I can't..." I'm panting, writhing, desperate for something I can't name. "I need..."
"What do you need?" Sergio curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "Tell me."
"More." The word tears out of me. "I need more..."
His thumb presses against my clit, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me with violent intensity. My back arches off the bed. My vision whites out. I hear myself screaming but can't stop, can't do anything except ride the wave as it crashes over me again and again.
When I finally come back to myself, I'm trembling in their arms. Tears streak my face. My throat is raw.
And I'm still empty. Still aching. The orgasm took the edge off, but the heat is already building again, demanding more.
"Please." I reach for Sergio with shaking hands. "I need you. Need all of you. Please."
He strips out of his sweatpants in one motion.
I've seen him shirtless before. I've imagined what the rest of him looked like. Reality exceeds every fantasy.
He's thick. Long. Already swelling at the base, his body preparing to claim me completely.
A bead of moisture glistens at the tip. "This is going to be intense.
" Sergio positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
"Once I'm inside you then we'll be locked together.
Connected. You won't be able to pull away until your body releases me. "
"I don't want to pull away." I wrap my legs around his hips and try to drag him closer. "I want ..."
He pushes forward, and the words dissolve into a moan.
The stretch is exquisite. Burning. Perfect. He sinks into me inch by inch, giving me time to adjust, and I feel every ridge of him against my inner walls.
"So tight." His voice is strained. "God, Jessica, you're so tight."
"Move." I dig my heels into his back. "Please, Sergio, move."
He does.
The first thrust punches the air from my lungs. The second makes me see stars. By the third, I've lost the ability to form words, reduced to moans and whimpers and incoherent pleas.
Carlos and Pedro and Nacho are still there, still touching me, but I can barely process their hands on my skin. My entire world has narrowed to Sergio. To the slide of him inside me. To the pressure building at my core with every thrust.
"Don't hold back." I claw at his shoulders. "Not with me. Never with me. I want all of you—"
My words cut off as he drives deep, as control finally snaps completely.
"I've got you." He increases his pace, hips snapping against mine. "Let go. Come for me."
The knot starts to swell.
I feel it stretching me wider with each thrust, catching at my entrance, demanding entry. It should hurt. It doesn't. It feels like coming home.
"Now." Sergio's voice is barely recognizable. "Come for me now."
He thrusts deep and holds, the knot locking into place, and I explode.
This orgasm is different from the first. Deeper. More consuming. It starts at my core and radiates outward until every cell in my body is singing. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
A thread of connection snapping into place. Sergio's emotions washing over me like a wave. Love. Possession. Fierce, protective tenderness.
Pack bond. Mate bond. The thing I've been terrified of wanting.
It feels like being held.
"I love you." The words fall out between gasps.
"I love you too." Sergio collapses against me, careful to keep his weight braced. "Always. Forever."
We lie there, locked together, his body still pulsing inside me while the pressure slowly eases. Carlos strokes my hair. Pedro checks my pulse with clinical concern. Nacho presses kisses to my shoulder.
"How do you feel?" Pedro's voice is soft.
"Like I got hit by a truck." I turn my head to look at him. "In the best possible way."
"The heat will cycle." He brushes hair back from my sweaty forehead. "You'll need us again soon. Probably within the hour."
"All of you?"
"All of us." Carlos grins. "If you're up for it."
I look at the three men surrounding me. At Sergio, still buried inside me, still holding me like I'm precious.
“Yes.” I manage a tired smile. "I'm up for everything. But maybe some water first? And possibly a snack? I feel like I just ran a marathon."
"I'll get it." Nacho slides off the bed and heads for the door.
"I'll help." Carlos follows, pausing to press a kiss to my forehead.
Pedro remains, monitoring, checking, making sure I'm okay.
The pressure finally releases, and Sergio slides out of me with a groan. The emptiness rushes back immediately, but it's more bearable now. Sated temporarily.
"That was..." I search for words. "I don't have words."
"Good." Sergio rolls onto his back beside me. "We're just getting started."
"Getting started?" I stare at him. "That felt pretty comprehensive."
"That was round one." He turns his head and meets my eyes. "Heat lasts three days. And you have three more alphas waiting their turn."
Three more alphas. Three more days. An endless marathon of pleasure and connection and everything I've been denying myself for years.
"Oh." I blink at the ceiling. "That's... a lot of sex."
"Scared?"
"Terrified." I grin despite myself. "But also kind of excited? Is that weird?"
"It's perfect." Sergio pulls me against his chest. "You're perfect."
The door opens. Nacho returns with water and crackers. Carlos follows with a chocolate bar that he definitely stole from Pedro's secret stash.
My pack. My alphas. My future.
The heat simmers in my blood, already building toward the next wave.
I drink the water, eat the crackers, and prepare for round two.