Chapter 28
Harper
I wake up sometime later and realize I must have dozed off. I find myself sandwiched between Lincoln and Everett, with Cash sort of curled around all of us. It seems like we all needed to recover from the intensity of that first desperate fuck.
My heat is far from over—if anything, that brief bit of satisfaction has only made me even more aware of what I need. The need is still there, dormant at first, but it’s like waking up wakes it up as well. It starts to swell, and the press of it, the heat of it, starts riding me again.
I start squirming where I’m pressed to Lincoln’s chest, a soft involuntary moan spilling out of me.
All three of the Alphas are immediately focused on me, awake and ready for more.
“How do you feel?” Cash asks.
“I’m okay. I need—” I don’t even have to finish that sentence for them to know. I’m sure they can smell it on me. I’m sure they can feel it.
My gaze locks with Everett’s, and I swallow hard. “You held back before,” I say. “Why?”
He takes a deep breath and then looks like he regrets it when he gets flooded with the scent of my need. His jaw goes tight for a second, but then eases up. “I don’t want to lose control. I don’t want my rough side to take over too much.”
I take that in. “I trust you though,” I whisper, surprised by how true that is.
Everett blinks like that surprises him too.
But then he shakes his head. “It’s your heat,” he says.
“It’s all about you. I’m going to take care of you, but this isn’t about me or Cash or Lincoln.
And I’m not going to be too rough with you when you’re like this.
It’s a vulnerable time, and you’re too desperate to really think things through. ”
“But what if I want you to be a little rough?”
His eyes darken. “You should be careful what you ask for, starlight.”
“Please?” I whisper.
I don’t know if it’s the ‘please’ or my scent or the fact that he has to fight himself against all of it, but it’s like he can’t resist after that.
He makes a low noise in his throat, half a growl, half a sound of his own desperation, and he grabs me, hauling me in close. His lips find mine, but the kiss is anything but gentle.
It’s hard and filthy, his tongue plunging into my mouth and laying a claim there that sets me on fire. The other two groan at the sight, and Everett’s dominance is much more pronounced now.
I cling to him, kissing back, letting him sweep me along however he wants. It scratches that itch in me, even as it sparks the heat to burn higher, making me want him more.
It’s thrilling to give up control to him. To let him move me where he wants me and not have to think about anything. He can make all the decisions, and all I have to do is take what he gives me.
I gasp when he flips me, putting me on my hands and knees again. Cash and Lincoln move out of the way, but I feel the weight of their eyes on me, watching everything.
“You look so fucking gorgeous like this,” Everett growls.
He touches me, sliding a hand down my back, palming my ass. Cash and Lincoln do too, their hands moving through my hair and cupping my face, caressing my tits, my thighs, my calves.
They’re everywhere, and I’m floating and drowning at the same time. It all works me up, making me want it all the more. All I can do is lean into their touches and try to remember how to fucking breathe.
The pulse of my heat is still there, beating through me and reminding me that this isn’t enough. It’s a good appetizer, but it craves the main course.
Before I can get too needy, Everett’s voice cuts through the haze. “Spread yourself open for me,” he orders.
Even if I wanted to question him, hearing an Alpha tell me to do it spurs me into motion. I go down onto my chest, turning my head to rest my cheek on the pillow, and reach behind me.
My face burns as I grab my ass and spread the cheeks, letting Everett see everything. I feel filthy, but so, so fucking turned on at the same time. My heart is beating so loud and so fast that I’m surprised they can’t hear it, and every second that passes just kicks the need up into a higher gear.
And then Everett leans back, and I hear the sound of him spitting before I feel the impact of it. The wet heat of it sliding around my asshole.
I suck in a sharp gasp, jerking hard when Everett’s fingers are there suddenly. He spreads the moisture around and then penetrates the tight furl of muscle with one finger.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, trembling at the intrusion. “Oh my god.”
“Can you come like this?” Everett asks. He gathers some of my slick with his other hand and uses it to make it easier for him to finger my ass. One finger moves in and out with ease, so he adds another. “I asked you a question.”
“I don’t—don’t know,” I choke out.
But my body seems to have a mind of its own when it comes to that. It’s already starting to grow hotter and wetter, and my pussy throbs. Some of the emptiness is eased by his fingers in my ass, and I’m surprised to feel the building of pleasure already.
The sounds are wet and filthy as he starts fucking his fingers in and out of me, and I feel the burn of the stretch and the way my ass starts to relax for him.
“You’re taking it so well,” Cash says, and I know his eyes are locked on the sight. “You’re so fucking good, songbird.”
“So good,” Lincoln echoes. “Fuck, look at you.”
The praise and the ever present press of Everett’s fingers is enough to have me squirming in place. My own grip on my ass cheeks gets slick with sweat as the pleasure climbs higher and higher, burning me from the inside out.
My breathing grows ragged, and every exhale is a moan.
“Oh god,” I gasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” And it catches me by surprise almost, the force of the orgasm when it tears through me. I fight to breathe, shaking my way through it, my pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing as I ride it out.
Everett gives me a few seconds to recover before he’s pulling his fingers out of my ass and grabbing my hips.
Something about the way he holds on to me feels right, and I moan with need, desperate for more, even though I just came.
It’s like I can’t get enough. Every orgasm just makes me want more, makes me need it, and it seems like Everett doesn’t intend to make me beg.
The blunt head of his cock probes up against my pussy, and I suck in a sharp breath as he slides inside. It burns, my body trying to accommodate his size, but at the same time, it’s so good. It feels like he belongs inside me, and I moan, bucking back, trying to get him deeper and take more.
“Just like that,” Everett growls. “You know what you need, don’t you?”
I nod frantically, choking on a breathless sob as he starts to move.
He fucks into me hard, his body pressed against mine as his hips piston, driving his cock in deep.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, and I can hear his growls and grunts of pleasure in my ear as he bends double over my body.
Even with all that, I can tell he’s holding something back, not giving me the full force of him. But I don’t care to fight about that now. Not when what he’s doing feels perfect.
It’s like his cock is magnetized to the spot that feels the best, and it hits it dead on every time he slams into me. My head is full of nothing but the buzz of pleasure, and every part of my body is on fire with it.
Everett’s size and intensity are almost overwhelming, dragging me under with every thrust. I can feel him, stretching my walls, stuffing me so full there’s no room for anything else, and nothing I can do but feel this.
I find myself craving the edge of roughness that he provides, and it stokes the flames inside me, building them up higher, leaving me gasping and moaning for more.
“That’s it,” he groans. His breath is hot on my neck, and his fingers dig into my flesh so hard I’m sure there will be fingerprints left behind. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? Tell me.”
“Yes!” I practically wail. “It’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t,” he grunts. “Wouldn’t stop. Not when you feel this fucking good. Soaking wet and so fucking tight around my cock. Just perfect. Like you were meant for this.”
He’s careful not to hurt me, but there’s a possession in his touch that makes me feel owned completely.
He spanks my ass hard, the sound echoing in the bedroom, and I cry out from the sharp pleasure-pain of it.
My pussy clenches around him desperately, and he hisses, rewarding me in his way by driving in even harder.
If it wasn’t for his body covering mine, and his cock keeping me pinned in place, I would have collapsed by now. As it is, my body is trembling, shaking from the force of his thrusts and the pleasure ripping through me.
I can barely breathe, and I can’t form words to tell him how good it feels. All that comes out of my mouth are desperate moans and whimpers, the sound climbing the harder and faster he fucks into me.
“Hold on to the headboard,” Everett says in my ear, and it takes long seconds for the words to make it through the mush of my brain to make sense.
He helps me shift enough to do what he says, and he has to hold me up while I wrap my hands around the wooden posts of the headboard. He tells me to hold on tight, and I do my best, breathing as his hips start thrusting faster, beating a staccato rhythm against my body.
Somewhere in there, I come again, body pulsing and spasming with it.
Everett groans as I clench around him again, and I can feel it when his cock starts to swell with his knot. Lincoln and Cash’s knots weren’t easy to take, but Everett’s cock is already a workout, and his knot just stretches me even wider.
I cry out from it, my head dipping, sweat and tears coating my face. He fills me up, pumping his cum into me and locking us together.