Chapter 35 Remi #2
The dual sensations of Knox's relentless mouth and Crew's cock sliding over my tongue coil the pleasure so tight I can barely breathe.
My hips buck against Knox's face. Behind me, Steele pins me against him, holding me exactly where he wants me.
Crew's breathing turns ragged. "She's close," he warns, thumb brushing my cheek. "I can feel her trembling around me."
Knox doubles down, sucking harder, fingers pumping faster, tongue flicking mercilessly.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train.
I scream around Crew's cock, body seizing, slick pulsing out in hot waves. Knox doesn't pull away. He seals his mouth over me and drinks every shuddering release, groaning as if he's starving and I'm the only thing that can save him.
When I finally collapse against Steele, shaking, Knox’s face is shiny, his lips swollen, and his eyes black with hunger.
Crew eases out of my mouth with a wet sound, stroking himself as he watches me pant. "Beautiful," he whispers. "So fucking beautiful."
Before I can catch my breath, Crew lies back in the center of the nest, pulling me over him. His hands guide my hips. I straddle him, knees sinking into the soft blankets. His cock notches at my entrance, hot, thick, perfect.
"Ride me, Remi," he says, voice rough with need. "Take what your body's begging for."
I sink down slowly at first, savoring the stretch, the way he fills me until I'm seated fully, his length pressed deep inside me.
We both groan. My hands brace on his chest. His cover mine, thumbs stroking over my knuckles.
Behind me, Steele moves.
I feel the cool drip of lube first, then the blunt pressure of something smooth, thick and curved circling my back entrance. Steele's chest presses to my back, his mouth at my ear.
"Relax for me," he murmurs, voice gravel. "Let me open you up while you fuck him. You're going to take us both soon, every inch, every knot. But first I have to get you ready with something smaller."
The toy breaches me slowly.
I gasp, clenching around Crew inside me. Steele works it in with gentle, shallow thrusts, matching the rhythm I set as I begin to move on Crew, rolling my hips, grinding down, chasing the friction.
Crew's hands grip my waist, helping me ride him harder. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans. "So tight. So wet. Milking me already."
My eyes widen at his dirty mouth.
Who knew?
Steele's free hand slides around to circle my clit with slow, firm strokes that make my rhythm falter. The dual penetration of Crew's cock stretching me, the toy filling me, pushes me toward another edge fast.
Knox watches from the side, stroking himself, eyes dark and possessive. "Look at her," he growls. "Taking you both as if she was made for it. Our perfect omega."
Crew's knot begins to swell at the base, catching at my entrance with every downward stroke. His face twists with restraint.
"Remi, fuck, baby, I'm close," he pants. "Need to knot you. Please. Let me lock inside you."
I grind harder, circling my hips, taking him deeper. The knot catches, stretches me wider, then locks.
I bite my lip hard enough to taste copper.
My mind flickers for just a split second to River.
My brother is in the guest room downstairs with Isabella.
The walls and floors are thick, this house was built to keep secrets, but the sheer volume of the primal energy in this room feels loud enough to shatter glass.
I hope my brother never hears me. I hope the house swallows every sound.
But I can't hold back. I don't want to.
I let go.
“Alphas!” I scream, hoping the sound is absorbed by their bodies pressing against me.
Crew's head snaps back as a guttural sound rips from his throat.
He comes hard, hips jerking up as much as the knot allows, flooding me with liquid heat. Pulse after pulse.
My own climax crashes over me at the same moment. It’s shattering, blinding, my body spasming around his locked knot, milking every drop while Steele keeps the toy buried deep, rocking it gently to draw the pleasure out longer.
I collapse forward onto Crew's chest, trembling, breathless. His arms wrap around me instantly, holding me through the aftershocks. The knot keeps us joined, pulsing softly, grounding me.
Steele presses soft kisses along my spine. Knox moves closer, brushing damp hair from my face, his touch reverent. Which in my current lucid state, I find strange.
"You're everything," Crew whispers against my temple, his voice wrecked and tender. "Everything we need."
The heat still simmers beneath my skin. But I'm not sated, not yet, but for this moment, being held between them, locked to one, surrounded by the others, I feel whole.
Knox retrieves a cool compress from a bowl of ice water on the nightstand, pressing it gently to my forehead, my chest, wiping the sweat from my skin.
Crew pulls me against his chest, his heartbeat thudding steadily against mine, grounding me as the heat continues to hum at a low frequency beneath my skin.
Steele sits at the edge of the bed, his hand resting heavy on my ankle, a silent anchor.
The room smells of bourbon, chocolate, orange, and the lingering tang of sex and sweat. A scent that will keep the heat moving through me.
“You okay, baby?” Knox whispers.
I groan.
"I need more."