Chapter 18 #2
Knox moves into the empty space between my knees. I feel the bed dip, then the press of his big hands on my thighs, spreading me wider. The air on my newly bared skin is a shock all over again.
I let out a loud, tearing gasp.
“Easy,” Knox murmurs somewhere near my knees. His voice is lower, gone rough with something hotter than any joke I’ve heard from him. “Just fall, sunshine. Let us catch you.”
His breath ghosts over my inner thigh.
My whole body jerks, but Rhys’s hand is at my hip, anchoring me, thumb rubbing rough circles into my skin.
I feel Knox shift, settle, broad shoulders pushing my thighs farther apart.
Then his mouth is on me.
He drags his tongue through my slick folds in one slow stroke that tears a raw cry out of my chest.
“Fuck,” he groans against me, the vibration buzzing straight through my bones. “You taste—Jesus, Mia.”
Any coherent thought detonates.
He doesn’t ease in. He devours me.
His tongue works me, lapping and licking, tracing my shape, mapping every place that makes me twitch. He flicks my clit with the tip, then flattens his tongue and laps a broad stroke from my entrance up. He sucks, gentle at first, then deeper when I keen.
My hips try to lift; strong hands pin them down.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Eli murmurs, hand tightening on mine. I hadn’t even realized I’d grabbed him again. “Breathe.”
I suck in air in ragged gasps.
Rhys nibbles down my throat, sucking on my skin before dropping his head to my chest like he can’t decide where to put his mouth next. He makes the decision for me, apparently.
He closes his mouth around my nipple.
It’s like plugging myself into a socket.
My back bows, helpless. A strangled sound tears up my throat, half moan, half sob. My hand flies to his hair on instinct, fingers tangling in the dark strands.
He sucks slowly, hard enough to feed the ache, his tongue circling the too-sensitive peak, flicking, stroking. Every tiny movement shoots straight to the molten center of me.
Between my legs, Knox’s tongue finds a rhythm, circling my clit in time with Rhys’s sucks, then breaking the pattern to lap at the flood of slick pooling at my entrance. He groans every time he swallows, like he can’t help himself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Declan whispers, voice rough with awe.
I force my eyes open.
He’s kneeling by my other side, close enough that his thigh brushes my arm. His gaze is on my face, not where his packmates are working me apart, and the expression there nearly ruins me.
He reaches out, fingers brushing my cheek. “You’re unreal,” he says softly. “You know that? Fucking perfect.”
I let out a wet laugh that dissolves into a moan as Knox adds a new sensation.
Two of his fingers press against my entrance, right before he pushes in slowly.
Even with how wet I am, the stretch is a lot. I gasp, hips trying to pull away and then slam down all at once. My muscles clamp down around him.
“Mmm,” Knox murmurs, lifting his mouth just enough to speak against my thigh. “There you go. That’s it. You’re okay.”
He curls his fingers inside me, searching, and when he finds the spot, the one that punches heat through my pelvis, I scream.
“Right there,” he groans, like he felt it too. “Fuck, yes.”
He starts working that place with gentle thrusts, fingers pumping in and out of me, his palm rubbing against my clit in counterpoint. It’s perfect.
Rhys switches breasts, sucking the other nipple into his mouth, his hand coming up to roll and pinch the one he’s just abandoned.
My entire body is one long, strung-out nerve.
I can’t stay quiet. I can’t stay still. I shudder as Declan moves, his fingers slipping under my head, cradling my skull as his thumb strokes my cheek, catching the tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Little broken sounds fall from me with every breath.
Eli grips my left hand, interlacing our fingers against the mattress.
It is the only thing that keeps me tethered.
Both my hands are tangled now, one with his, one in Rhys’s hair.
His thumb strokes slow circles over the back of my palm, his voice a low murmur near my ear.
“Give it to us. Don’t hold anything back.”
Eli’s words hit something deep and old in me. The part that’s been clenching around hurt and fear and the silly dream for this exact feeling for years.
It cracks.
The orgasm slams into me so hard I lose time.
I convulse around Knox’s fingers, muscles seizing, back arching, vision going blurry. A hoarse, broken scream rips out of my throat, swallowed by their nest, their scent, their hands.
Knox groans like he’s the one coming, fingers pressed deep as my body milks them. “Fuck yes,” he mutters, burying his face into my slit. “So fucking pretty when you come, sunshine.”
Rhys growls something low and filthy into my chest, teeth scraping the swell of my breast. Declan’s breath stutters; I feel his grip on my shoulder tighten helplessly just as Eli leans in and presses his forehead to mine, whispering something I can’t catch under the roar in my ears.
When the first blinding crest of it passes, I slump back into the nest, limp and shaking.
Knox eases his fingers out carefully, mouth pressing soft, almost apologetic kisses along the inside of my thigh.
I’m panting, whole body tingling, every muscle loose.
It should be enough to dull the pressure for a bit. For a normal heat, maybe it would be. For a normal day. For a normal life where I haven’t spent days smelling four men’s scents on the other side of my fence and pretending I don’t want them.
But the fire under my skin doesn’t go out. It flares.
The sharpest edge of the pain is gone, but the emptiness is worse.
The part of me that’s been chanting alphas, alphas, alphas only gets louder now that it’s tasted relief.
Tears prick behind my eyes. “I—” I choke, voice wrecked. “It’s— I still—”
Rhys lifts his head from my chest, lips swollen. His eyes are so damn dark, but his focus is razor-sharp on me.
“We know,” he says quietly. “We know what you need.”
I meet his gaze, and there’s no point pretending.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please, I… I can’t do this halfway. I don’t want to.”
Something like pride flashes through his expression.
He pushes up onto his knees, and drags his shirt off in one rough motion, buttons popping and pinging across the floor.
I’ve seen him shirtless before, and still my mouth goes dry.
He’s all solid muscle and broad planes, pelvis dusted with a dark line of hair leading down into his jeans. There’s a pale scar along his ribs that is only visible this close. A jagged slash that speaks of something sharp and dangerous in his past.
My fingers itch to touch it.
He unbuttons his jeans with hands that are just a little too fast to be truly calm and shoves them down, boxers going with them.
My breath catches.
He’s big.
Thick. Long. Dark, flushed, heavy, the head slick with pre-come. Veins stand out along the shaft. My mouth actually waters.
My omega goes from simmer to full boil.
“We’re not stopping you,” Knox says hoarsely, some of his usual humor sneaking back in around the edges. “If that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Oh, I know,” I manage, eyes glued to where Rhys wraps his hand around himself once in a tight, grounding grip. The sight alone makes my thighs fall open again, greedy.
He sees it.
Something in his expression breaks.
He crawls between my legs, nudging my knees wider with his hips, and settles there. His hands span my waist, thumbs stroking slow, soothing lines along the dip.
“Mia,” he says. Just my name. Like a question and a vow in one.
“Yes,” I breathe. It’s not even an answer; it’s an exhale.
He drags the blunt head of his cock through my slick once, twice, groaning through his teeth.
Then he pushes.
The stretch steals the air from my lungs.
Pain and pleasure spike together. My body clamps down around him, torn between wanting to swallow him whole and pushing him out.
I make a choked sound, hand flying blindly until Eli catches it, grounding me with his grip.
“Don’t fight it,” Eli murmurs, his voice low as he leans in to kiss my jaw, lips trailing to suck my earlobe into his mouth. “Let him have you.”
Rhys stills with just the head inside, chest heaving. I can feel every inch of him, hot and thick.
“Shit,” he grits. “You’re— fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart. Loosen up for me, yeah? Let me in.”
His voice scrapes over me, rough and coaxing.
I force air into my lungs. Force my muscles to unclench, just a fraction. Everything inside me is screaming to be filled, to be taken, to have this raw, ripping hunger answered.
“More,” I whisper, shaking. “I can take— just— more. Please.”
He groans, low and ruined, before he sinks in to the hilt with a growl.
“Okay,” he says, the word raw. “Okay, little storm. Hold on.”
He starts to move again, slow and maddening, pushing deeper.
My body stretches around him, protesting and yielding at once. It burns, but under the burn there’s a rightness that makes me feel a little like laughing and a lot like crying.
Knox’s hand closes around my ankle, thumb rubbing circles against the ankle bone. Declan’s fingers slip under my head, cradling my skull, his other hand splaying over my sternum like he can keep my soul from flying out.
Rhys sinks all the way in with a broken sound, hips flush against mine.
He’s everywhere. I feel impossibly full, like there’s no space left in me that isn’t him. A whimper spills out of me in a keening sound.
“So good,” he rasps, forehead dropping to my shoulder for a second. His breath is hot against my throat. “Fuck, Mia, you feel— Christ.”
I might be babbling. I can’t hear myself over the pounding rush in my ears.
He pulls out a few inches, the drag of his cock against my sensitive inner walls a blaze of sensation, then thrusts back in.
Then he does it again. And again.
Pleasure builds, coiling back up from the place Knox just wrecked. Different now, deeper, the way my body takes him into all that ache.
I cling.
To Eli’s hand. To Rhys’s shoulders. To the nest itself.
Rhys’s pace picks up, the slow, deep strokes turning into something more urgent. The bed creaks, the nest rustles around us. Every thrust punches a little sound out of me, a litany of ah, ah, ah.
I can feel him everywhere.
His hands, bruising on my hips; his chest brushing my breasts with every movement; his breath hot against my throat when he dips his head; his cock stretching me open, claiming me from the inside out.
My body adjusts quickly, pain melting under a tidal wave of relief.
Yes, my omega sings. This. This.
The coil tightens fast this time, pleasure gathering heavy and hot in my belly.
Knox’s hand leaves my ankle and slides up over my shin, the inside of my knee, my thigh. He settles his palm low, thumb finding my clit like a homing beacon.
The touch is a lightning bolt.
I scream, raw and startled.
He swears under his breath, but his thumb moves in steady, ruthless circles, perfectly synced with Rhys’s thrusts. In, press, out, press.
I’m gone.
There is no nest, no ceiling, no house. Only them, their scent, their hands, their bodies. The heat blazing under my skin, the head of Rhys’s cock hitting that spot inside me over and over until I’m shaking apart.
“I— I can’t—” I gasp. “I’m— I’m going to—”
“Do it,” Rhys growls against my neck. “Give it to me. Come on, Mia. Come on.”
The way he says my name like a command is the thing that tips me over.
The orgasm tears through me like a forest fire. All consuming, sweeping through every limb, every muscle. I convulse around him, walls clamping down, and feel him throb inside me.
His rhythm stutters.
He buries his face in the curve of my neck and growls, a low sound that vibrates against my skin.
“Fuck,” he chokes. “Gonna— Mia, I’m—”
Somewhere inside the white-hot blast of pleasure, a buried instinct lifts its head.
Yes, I think, distantly. Mine.
I tilt my head, baring my throat without thinking.
He bites.
Not hard enough to break skin, but his teeth clamp down where my neck meets shoulder, the pressure sending a whole new wave of sensation cascading through me.
At the same time, I feel the base of his cock swell.
The knot pushes against me, stretching, demanding space my body isn’t quite ready to give. Pain and pleasure blur together again. I sob, nails digging into his shoulders.
His whole body goes rigid, muscles shaking with the effort of holding still. He groans, a low, desperate sound against my skin. “Fuck, Mia… don’t. Don’t move. Please, just for a second. I’m too close—”
But I can’t stop. The pleasure is too sharp, the need for more too urgent. I arch my hips, a mindless, greedy tilt seeking a better angle.
His control shatters.
A raw growl is ripped from his chest as his knot flares. It pushes past the ring of muscle at my entrance and locks us together.
It’s a lot.
The pressure is overwhelming, the fullness near unbearable, the stretch bordering on too much. I keen, high and broken.
My body shudders, nerves overloaded. Rhys makes a choked, desperate sound, like he’s the one in pain. “Fuck. Mia. You’re so tight. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Shit,” Eli breathes, his voice tight. His hands find my face, thumbs tracing my jaw, forcing my gaze to his. He looks wrecked, his usual calm shattered. “Mia? Hey. Look at me. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“No,” I gasp, arching into the stretch.
“It’s okay, love,” Declan murmurs, his voice a frantic whisper as he leans in, peppering slow, soft kisses along my jaw and lips. “Tell us where it hurts.”
But it’s not pain I’m feeling. Instead of pain, it feels like something inside me finally, finally stops bracing for impact and just…lets go.
I suddenly clench tight, eyes rolling back as my body tightens around him.
Rhys lets out a guttural groan, hips jerking as he spills into me. I can feel it, every hot pulse of him, trapped perfectly by the knot, the warmth spreading deep within me.
The knowledge that there is nowhere for it to go, that my body is keeping every drop, wrecks me completely.
I come again. Trembling as my body clenches around him, milking his knot for everything he has.
Rhys shakes above me, breath coming in ragged pants. A sound like a whimper escapes him, muffled against my skin.
I go boneless.
Pinned.
Filled.