Chapter 24 #3
They had to support me on the way to the shower. I was weak like a newborn colt. It was dark outside, and it felt like the middle of the night, but I had no idea what time it was and no reason to care.
Sleepy, I fell back into bed, and Monty climbed in after me. He spooned me on the bed, and I reached out for Jordy.
“I’ll bring us something to drink. I’ll be right back.”
I felt uneasy without him in the room. The sadness and fear I witnessed in him were still fresh in my memory.
Of course, Monty noticed something was off. “What is it, Laurel?”
I stroked his forearm where he held me around my waist. “It’s just… Jordy’s okay?”
“He’s floating on clouds.”
“You sure?”
Monty shifted, allowing me to roll onto my back and look at him where he perched himself on one elbow. “You’re anxious because you need him here with you, huh?”
“Fuck. It’s the heat messing with my head, isn’t it?”
Smiling, Monty stroked my cheek. “Probably, yeah. But when he comes back, you can feel him. You can sense his happiness.”
The relief that flooded me as soon as Jordy came back into the room wiped away all my worry.
Wow, I was ridiculously clingy.
He set a tray on a nightstand, with water bottles, some fruit, and power bars. Then he slid under the duvet and scooted so he was pressed to my side. He kissed Monty on the lips, then looked down at me.
“What?”
“I was just low-key freaking out,” I admitted.
“Why?”
I shrugged. “Heat, I guess? It’s like I need to know where you both are all the time, have you close, or I’m off balance.”
Jordy’s sensual lips curved into a half smile. “Is it selfish of me that I like hearing that?”
I bit back a grin. “Maybe a little.”
Jordy smiled wider, but as he studied my face, his expression became serious. He glanced at Monty, then back at me, and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.
“You threw everything upside down when you barged into my life,” he murmured. “I thought you’d steal Monty from me.”
Monty sucked in a breath but stayed quiet.
“I didn’t mean to…” I began, but Jordy pressed his fingers to my lips, then turned the touch into a caress so tender, I felt tears prickle in my eyes.
Smirking a little self-deprecatingly, he pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“As if I hadn’t wanted you from the first moment I saw you on Barclay’s lawn, wearing your tightest jeans and your most defiant glare. You messed with my head so badly, I wanted to hate you for it.”
Another kiss, to my nose, and one to my eyebrow.
“You’re what we’ve been missing all along, Laurel. We wouldn’t have made sense without you.”
Monty’s beard brushed my other cheek, and they both kissed my face like I was something precious.
Surrounded by their warmth, I heard the music in my head so clearly—not just the guitar, but the basses and pulsing beat, my own voice, and a chorus bringing it higher.
It was all them. So magnificent, and all mine.
I took the next pill in the morning. I didn’t like it one bit, but I tried not to think about it. I could let myself pretend that it didn’t exist.
My body was all but screaming at me that it wanted to get knocked up. I needed it badly.
When I napped after the fourth wave, full of cum and so loose I couldn’t clench my hole shut, I dreamed about it.
I had a giant belly and huge tits with swollen nipples.
My alphas sucked them and took turns fucking me, and white milk streamed from my nipples, running down my belly in rivulets.
In that dream, I felt so gloriously full deep inside.
I woke up covered with sweat and aching.
Jordy was nowhere to be seen, but Monty sat by my side, propped up against the headboard.
I only had to glance up at him once, and his expression changed from tenderness to urgency as he must have smelled the approaching heat wave.
“Monty, I really need to get pregnant. I need it.”
“But the contra…”
I pressed my fingers against his mouth. “Pretend. Let’s pretend.”
“Jordy!” he called with his darkening eyes pinned on me.
I scrambled onto my knees, clutching the headboard and curving my spine. I pushed my ass out in the most basic breeding position. I wanted to get reamed. The bed dipped as Jordy joined us.
“Knock me up. Please, fuck me with your knots, breed me. Please.”
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“I need to get knocked up.”
Monty was already there, sliding into me. The gate to my womb was busted open, my body like a damned highway. He pushed right into the channel, hurtling me into a breeding orgasm just seconds after we started. He gave me a few punching thrusts, making me sob.
Then he retreated, and Jordy took his place.
“We got you. We’ll fill your womb. Don’t worry, darling.”
They fucked my open body for ages, when one of them got too close, he made space for the other. My arms gave out, so they dragged me down the bed and bent me over the edge of the mattress.
Jordy knotted me first. His cum splashing into my womb had me sobbing with ecstasy.
He didn’t stop fucking me, and with how stretched I was, he slid his knot all the way out.
“Look at that,” he rasped.
Four hands stroked my ass cheeks, pulling them further apart. Jordy’s knot popped back in, making me come again.
He gave me a few punishing thrusts, his cum churning in my core, and it should have hurt, but I was flying on the inside.
When Monty added his load into my womb a minute later, the orgasm stayed with me, simmering endlessly.
Jordy stroked my belly, over the spot where Monty’s cockhead was nestled.
“Better, sweetheart?” he murmured.
I could only whimper in response.
“Because we can give you more. So much more.”
They fucked me with their fully formed knots, plowing the channel to my womb, using my body like a cock sleeve.
I lost count of how many times they switched places. From what I could tell, they both came twice.
I was so full of cum, it bubbled out around their knots when they fucked me.
My hole made smacking noises every time they switched places, and the sensation of a bulging knot forcing its way through my stretched rim in and out made me scream every time.
I was hoarse, drooling into the bedding, and in my head, there was just a single thought.
Knock me up. Stuff me with cum. Breed me. Breed me.
I must have been saying some of it out loud. The next thrust felt like a punch into my very core, and fireworks exploded in my brain.
“We’ll fuck so much cum into your ass it’ll come out of your throat.”
I didn’t know who said that.
But oh Lord, I got lost in that image. It sounded like paradise.
I’d stay ass up, spread out, my hole like a bottomless cup, and they’d fuck me over and over, coming inside me until my stomach would be bloated, my womb like a damned water balloon, stretched around their seed, but they’d keep going until every cavity of my body would be filled with white cream.
Could I taste it in the back of my throat already?
Later, I lay snuggled between them, drunk on their combined scent. With my hand on my underbelly, covering my full womb, I kept thinking of their cum in me. Nothing else mattered.