Chapter 30
Harper
It’s been two days since my heat started, and honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt so blissed out and wrecked at the same time. I’m sore and satisfied, and even the waves of need that rise and fall unpredictably aren’t so scary now because I know I’m going to be taken care of.
Cash, Lincoln, and Everett have done nothing but take care of me the whole time.
Right now I’m sprawled in my nest, naked and flushed from the constant rotation of sex, sleep, food, and more sex.
My head is on Cash’s thigh, and the warmth of him is soothing.
His scent is all around me, mixed with Everett and Lincoln’s too, and it’s absolutely perfect.
It’s everything I wanted and needed and didn’t know how to ask for.
Cash strokes my hair, his fingers rubbing lightly at my scalp. He’s not trying to turn me on, but every part of me is so sensitive that it’s sort of happening anyway. It doesn’t take much right now. But it’s a low hum for the moment, in the background long enough for me to get some food in me.
Everett and Lincoln take turns feeding me bites of rocky road ice cream straight from the pint, delivering the spoon right to my mouth so I don’t even have to move.
My body is marked all over. Hickeys and finger-shaped imprints across my hips, my thighs, the soft underside of my breasts.
A few days ago, I would have been shy about it.
Desperate to cover up. Hell, even just yesterday it might have given me pause and made me want to reach for a shirt, but not now.
I’m not even a little embarrassed about them seeing all of me like this, and that in itself feels like a fucking revelation.
I also used to hate eating in front of people.
When I was with my old pack, even here to a smaller extent, I would pick at my food and pretend I was full before I was to avoid having to hear comments about me eating too much.
There was always judgment and those looks that came with being a curvier girl who dared to enjoy her food.
But that hasn’t really been a problem here at all. These men with their hands always on me and their mouths constantly telling me how fucking good I look, how good I taste, how perfect I am, have left no room for shame with them.
“I could get used to this,” I murmur with a content sigh, licking chocolate from my lips.
“Which part?” Lincoln asks, grinning. “Being spoon fed ice cream or being fucked all day.”
“I meant the ice cream. Not that the sex isn’t amazing, but, you know.”
He laughs, and even Everett cracks a smile. “You just want to be pampered,” he says. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Cash tugs at my hair teasingly. “Definitely not. We can absolutely make the ice cream thing happen. When you’ve been very good.”
“Aren’t I always very good?” I ask, blinking up at him with an innocent expression.
He snorts but doesn’t refute it.
It’s amazing how comfortable I feel, joking with them, accepting their teasing and teasing back. If anyone else made a comment about me being good before, I would have spent days analyzing my own behavior, trying to figure out what I did wrong to make someone think I needed to be better.
Now it’s just light banter that goes along with the relaxed atmosphere, all four of us enjoying the break between rounds of heat fueled sex.
Of course, thinking about how fond I am of them and how good they are to me just makes me want them, and that makes my heat sit up and take notice again. Everett feeds me a spoonful of ice cream, and I moan softly around a bite of chocolate covered almond.
I let my legs fall open a little wider, stretching like a satisfied cat while they watch me with lazy, hungry eyes.
“Do we get a show, if we feed you ice cream?” Lincoln wants to know. His hand traces up my inner thigh, making me shiver from his touch. “Because that’s a deal I’d make in a heartbeat.”
He brings another spoonful to my mouth, and before I can get it all in, some of the melting ice cream slips off the spoon and drips down my chest, pooling just under my breast. It’s cold, but before I even have time to comment on it, Lincoln is moving.
He doesn’t even hesitate, just leans in and licks it up slowly, his tongue dragging over my flushed skin while I shiver from the contrast of cold and heat.
“Oh,” I moan softly, the touch of his tongue sending a jolt of pleasure and want through me immediately.
Everett chuckles, low and rough. “We should cover you in ice cream instead of feeding it to you. Make a whole fucking sundae out of you.”
That’s apparently all the encouragement Cash needs to grab the whipped cream off the nightstand, where half the contents of the fridge have been scattered after it got brought up last night.
He smirks, looking down at me. “Not that you’re not edible enough already.
But a little extra sweetness never hurt anyone.
” The can gets shaken up, and then he drizzles whipped cream across my breasts, along my stomach, and then even lower, decorating the tops of my thighs with the silky white cream.
The three of them grin at each other, their looks identical and hungry and then they move so they can take turns licking and sucking every inch of me clean. It’s a task they clearly mean to take their time doing.
Everett sucks whipped cream off one nipple, swirling his tongue around the peaked bud to make sure he gets every last drop of it up. He traces his tongue around my areola, making a low, pleased noise like it’s delicious to him.
Heat prickles over my skin, and I arch a little as Cash does the same thing on the other side.
I feel just a hint of his teeth on my nipple as he nibbles at it like a sweet treat.
My breathing comes faster, and my heart starts to pound.
My pussy throbs, taking interest in what they’re doing and how it’s making me feel.
It never used to be this easy to get me going. Some of it is my heat, of course, but a lot of it is just them and the way they treat me and how good it all is.
Lincoln slides lower on the bed, looking at me with heated eyes while he licks across the tops of my thighs. He dips between them, swirling his tongue just shy of where I want him. I squirm on the bed, panting now, whimpering softly for more.
“How does that feel?” Cash asks me. “Do you feel properly savored?”
I moan, nodding, urging them on to do more.
More whipped cream gets squirted across my body, melted ice cream joining the mess, and the three of them don’t let up.
They lick and suck at my skin, trading off biting and nibbling across my breasts and my belly.
I arch into each touch, feeling the pleasure and the need build inside me more and more.
I don’t care that I’m sticky and shaking and half wrecked from the day before. I just want this. I just want them. And I’m not interested in pretending otherwise.
“Delicious,” Lincoln murmurs. He sinks his teeth into my thigh, and I cry out his name.
“How nice of you to make yourself into a treat for us,” Everett says. His tongue licks up my chest and across my shoulder. “You’re such a good girl, starlight.”
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Not yet,” Lincoln says. “You’re all messy now.”
“Just—just going to get messy later anyway,” I manage to gasp out. But when the men pull back and I flick my gaze over them, I can see that they’re just as messy as I am now. Their lips are shiny and their faces are sticky, and we must look like we fell into a dessert and had to eat our way out.
Everett scoops me up without another word, carrying me through to the bathroom. Cash gets the water going, humming as it heats up, and it’s convenient that none of us have bothered to get dressed for the last couple of days.
We can all move right into the shower without having to pause to get naked.
They set me on my feet, and I lean against the tile, letting the warmth of the water sluice over me. It feels good on my sore body, rinsing away the sweat and cum and slick and ice cream that have been splattered all over my body.
Cash reaches for my body wash, and he soaps up a loofah, getting it sudsy before dragging it over my skin. The feeling of that makes me shiver, pressing into the touch, and it’s not long before he abandons the loofah entirely and uses his hands.
Lincoln and Everett do the same, each of them taking a part of my body and soaping me up, getting me clean, but also just enjoying touching me. Lincoln’s at my back, his hands skimming down my spine and over my ass, and I moan softly, bucking back against him.
“Needy already?” he murmurs, his voice quiet under the sound of the shower. It goes right to my core all the same though, and I nod, reaching behind me to try to get a handful of his cock.
“Please,” I pant. “I need—”
“What?” Cash sounds amused as he soaps up my breasts, thumbing over the nipples slowly. “What do you need? Tell us.”
I’m too fucked out to care how bold I sound right now. They want me to ask for what I want, so I’m going to do just that.
“Fuck me. Please? Right here in the shower. Against the wall. I don’t care where, just please.” I press back against Lincoln, grinding my ass, slick with soap suds, right into his cock. It’s hard and getting harder by the second now.
He groans, grabbing onto my hips.
“You need it that badly, don’t you?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. He can feel it and smell it, even with the soap and water. It’s not enough to dilute the scent of my need, I know.
“Please.”
“I can’t deny you anything, wildflower,” he says, laughing under his breath. “Come here.”
He picks me up, and I don’t flinch from his touch or second guess whether I’m too heavy for him. When he presses me against the wall, I’m not thinking about how this is going to work. I just wrap my legs around his waist and cling to his shoulders as he presses into me.
“How are you still so fucking tight?” he growls. “Every time it’s so fucking good.”
I nod along because it is. Every time it feels fucking amazing, and I’m out of my mind with how much I want it each time.
Lincoln fucks into me hard and fast, and I hold on, just taking it. His hips thrust steadily, burying that perfect cock in me time and time again. My moans echo over the tiles, and I don’t hold anything back. I let them hear how good this is and see how far gone I am for it.
When Lincoln pulls me away from the wall, Everett slides in behind me.
He kisses along the curve of my neck, licking away the drops of water as they trail down my skin.
Cash’s hands are busy between our bodies, touching my nipples, pinching and rolling them.
It adds little sparks of the perfect amount of pain to the pleasure coursing through me, and I throw my head back and cry out for them.
“Just like that,” Lincoln praises me. “You take it so well. You’re so fucking perfect. Can’t get over how perfect you are.”
It’s deep and rough and perfect, and it doesn’t matter how many times they’ve made me come already, it always feels so intense when I can feel myself cresting that hill again. The pressure and heat build inside me, and I dig my nails into Lincoln’s shoulders, clawing him up as I ride it out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, breathless and overwhelmed. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises.
Between the three of them, they work me into a frenzy, and when I come, it’s with a rough cry that echoes off the tiles.
It hits me like a wave, making me clench around Lincoln, dragging his orgasm out of him as well.
His knot swells, locking us together, and it takes long minutes before I can breathe normally again.
Everett and Cash keep touching me, grounding me again, bringing me back down from that amazing high. I’m so grateful for them like this, and I let them take care of me, drifting in and out until Lincoln’s knot goes down.
With the last of the hot water, they finish washing me up. Their hands are soothing and sweet now that the heat has burned through me again. Cash washes my hair, careful not to get shampoo in my eyes, and Everett lifts each arm to clean them, before kneeling down and washing down my legs as well.
Before I know it, I’m clean and being dried off with warm towels, letting them pass me back and forth until I’m dry enough to take back to my nest.
They wrap me up in soft blankets, talking quietly to each other with words I’m too out of it to pay attention to properly.
Everett’s fingers return to my hair, and he braids it back.
His hands are surprisingly careful for someone so big, and I nuzzle into his touch, the only way I can convey my gratitude right now.
My limbs feel heavy, and every part of me is worn out from everything. My eyes drift shut before he’s even halfway through with my hair, and I fall asleep with the scent of them all surrounding me.