Chapter 43 #2
He was right. I could feel the slick gathering between my thighs, coating my inner lips, dripping onto the sheets beneath me, my body preparing itself, wanting, needing.
The scent of my arousal filled the room, honey-sweet and thick, mixing with their Alpha pheromones until the air was heavy with sex and want, until every breath I took tasted like desire.
Kol was stripping too, his movements less controlled than Sawyer's, his fingers fumbling with buttons in his eagerness, a flush spreading down his neck and chest. When he finally stood bare, I let myself look — really look — at both of them.
Sawyer was all hard edges and lean muscle, his body a weapon honed by years of hard work and harder living, his cock thick and flushed and curving slightly toward his stomach, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Kol was softer, broader in the shoulders, his skin golden in the moonlight, his cock hard and flushed and leaking, slightly longer than Sawyer's but not quite as thick.
"Come here." I held out my hands to them both, my voice soft but sure. "Both of you. I want to feel you."
They came. Sawyer settled on my left, his body pressed against my side, his skin hot against mine, his hand sliding down my stomach with slow purpose, leaving trails of heat in its wake.
Kol took my right, his lips finding my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he could reach, soft and reverent.
I was surrounded by them, cocooned in their warmth and their scent, and I had never felt safer or more wanted in my entire life.
"Who do you want first?" Sawyer's voice was rough against my ear, his fingers trailing through the slick gathered at my entrance, making me whimper, my hips jerking toward his touch. "Tell us what you need."
"You." I turned my head to meet his pale eyes, dark now with want, barely any blue left around the blown pupils. "I want you first. Then Kol. Then both of you together."
Something flickered in his expression — surprise, maybe, or gratitude, or something deeper I couldn't name — and then he was moving, settling between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading me open.
He paused there, his eyes locked on mine, asking permission even now, even with his cock brushing against my entrance, even with his whole body trembling with need.
"Please." I reached for him, my fingers threading through his auburn hair, tugging gently. "Please, Sawyer. I need you."
He entered me in one long, slow thrust. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my nails raking down his shoulders as he filled me, stretched me, claimed me.
He was big — thick and long and perfect — and the stretch burned in the best way, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, my walls clenching around him like they never wanted to let go.
"Fuck." The word punched out of him, rough and desperate, his forehead dropping to mine, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. "You feel... god, you feel incredible. So tight. So wet. Made for me."
"Move." I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, feeling him hit something inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Please, Sawyer. I need you to move."
He did.
There was nothing gentle about Sawyer. He took me hard and fast, each thrust punching the air from my lungs, driving me higher and higher toward a peak I could feel building in my core.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place while he pounded into me, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, the wet sounds of our joining obscene and perfect.
I could do nothing but hold on, my nails leaving red tracks down his back, my cries filling the room, mixing with his grunts and groans.
"That's it." His voice was gravel, wrecked, his pale eyes burning into mine with fierce possession. "Take it. Take all of me. You're mine, Aster. Say it."
"Yours." The word came out broken, sobbed, my body tightening around him as the pleasure built and built, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. "I'm yours, Sawyer. All yours."
Kol's hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine on the sheets, squeezing gently, grounding me even as Sawyer drove me higher. I turned my head to find him watching us, his golden eyes dark with want, his free hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking slowly, matching Sawyer's rhythm.
"You're so beautiful like this." His voice was awed, hushed, his thumb stroking circles on my palm. "Both of you. So beautiful together."
Sawyer's rhythm stuttered, his thrusts growing erratic, and I knew he was close. I was too — teetering on the edge, my whole body wound tight as a spring, every nerve ending alive and burning, just waiting for something to push me over.
"Come for me." Sawyer's voice was command and plea all at once, his hand sliding between us to find my clit, pressing and circling in exactly the right way, his calloused fingers rough against my sensitive flesh. "Come for me. Let me feel it."
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing over me in relentless waves, my inner walls clenching around him so tight I heard him groan.
I screamed — I think I screamed his name, but I couldn't be sure over the roaring in my ears, the pleasure whiting out my vision — and he followed me over the edge, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled himself deep, hot and thick and claiming.
"Not done." He panted the words against my neck, his body still trembling with aftershocks, his cock still hard inside me — one of the advantages of an Alpha in the throes of need. "Not nearly done with you."
He pulled out slowly, and I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and aching, feeling his release trickling out of me, mixing with my slick. But then Kol was there, taking his place between my thighs, his golden eyes asking permission, his whole body vibrating with barely contained want.
"Can I?" His voice was soft, uncertain despite the obvious evidence of his want pressing against my thigh, hot and hard. "Is it okay if I—"
"Yes." I pulled him down, kissing him deeply, tasting sunshine and need on his tongue. "Yes, Kol. Please. I want you inside me."
He entered me differently than Sawyer — slower, more careful, inch by inch until he was fully seated, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The stretch was different with him — not quite as much burn, but no less satisfying, his cock hitting different places, finding new angles that made me gasp.
"Oh god." The words fell from his lips like a prayer, his whole body shaking, his golden eyes locked on mine. "You feel... I've never... oh god, Aster."
Where Sawyer had been fire and fury, Kol was slow burn and sweet torture.
He moved inside me with long, deep strokes, hitting places that made me see stars, his mouth never leaving my skin — my lips, my neck, my breasts.
He worshipped me with every thrust, every kiss, every whispered word of adoration, his hands gentle where Sawyer's had been rough, his touch reverent where Sawyer's had been possessive.
"I love you." He breathed the words against my mouth, his golden eyes bright with emotion, shining in the moonlight.
"I love you so much it hurts. I've loved you since the first moment I saw you, and I've been so scared you'd never look at me the way you look at them, and now you're here and I'm inside you and I can't—"
I kissed him to stop the flood of words, pouring everything I felt into it — love and want and belonging. "I love you too." I whispered against his lips, tasting honey and sunshine and need. "I love all of you. So much."
Sawyer moved behind Kol, his hand stroking down the younger Alpha's spine, a gesture of comfort and encouragement. Then his eyes found mine over Kol's shoulder, pale and burning, possessive even now.
"Make her come again." His voice was rough, commanding, but there was something tender underneath. "She deserves it. Make her feel good."
Kol's hand slid between us, finding my clit, and I gasped at the contact, still sensitive from my first orgasm.
He rubbed slow circles while he thrust, building the pleasure again, layer upon layer until I was writhing beneath him, my hips moving to meet his, chasing the pleasure building in my core.
"That's it." Sawyer's voice was gravel, his hand still on Kol's back, his eyes never leaving my face, watching every expression, every gasp, every flutter of pleasure. "So good for us. So perfect. Come for him, Aster. Let us see you."
I came again with Kol's name on my lips, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure rolled through me, gentler than before but no less consuming, spreading through my limbs like warm honey.
He followed moments later, spilling inside me with a broken moan, his body collapsing against mine, his face buried in my neck, his breath hot and rapid against my skin.
We lay tangled together for a long moment, catching our breath, hearts pounding in sync. But I wasn't done. I needed more. Needed both of them together, surrounding me, claiming me.
"Again." My voice came out rough, needy, surprising even me with its hunger. "I want... I want you both. At the same time."
Sawyer's eyes flashed with something feral, something primal that made my Omega shiver with anticipation. "You sure?"
"I'm sure." I reached for him, pulling him closer, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. "I want to feel both of you. Please."
They arranged me between them — Sawyer behind me, my back pressed to his chest, his skin hot against mine, his cock already hard again and pressing against my entrance from behind. Kol in front, his hands on my hips, his forehead pressed to mine, his golden eyes searching my face.