34. Sterling
STERLING
H eat isn’t a slow build. It hits like a lightning strike.
One second, I’m curled in JP’s arms, too warm and drowsy, the kind of soft ache whispering beneath my skin that I can almost ignore. Almost. My body pulses with unbearable need, but I think I can ride it out, breathe through it.
And then the next second—I can’t.
It hits me like a freight train. Like fire ripping through my veins.
I’m moving before I can even think, hips grinding against the closest source of friction—JP’s lap—my slick pouring out of me like a flood. I whimper, frantic, my hands searching for purchase, for skin, for someone to take this edge off.
The nest wraps around me like a cocoon, warm and soft and scented, but it’s not enough. Nothing is enough. I need them. I need him. And JP—he’s right there, solid beneath me, his scent wrapping around my brain like a leash, and for a moment I think this is it. He’s going to take me. I want him to.
But then—he’s gone.
He slips away, and I nearly scream.
“JP!” I gasp, my body arching up like maybe I can pull him back with just a sound. My heart shatters, the heat roaring up like an angry tide. I need him. I need them. I need something.
But then Cass is there.
The shift in energy is instant. That deep, grounding Alpha presence rushes in like a wall of pressure and instinct. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask, doesn’t hesitate.
He moves.
His eyes go dark and hungry, like he’s gone somewhere primal, somewhere deep—and God, it only makes the heat worse. My thighs fall open automatically, my body making the decision for me.
“Cass,” I whisper, already breathless, already gone.
He growls low in his chest—possessive, desperate, mine—and then his mouth is on mine. Hot, fierce, devouring. His kiss tastes like thunder. Like rain after a wildfire. Like he can taste the slick on my skin and it’s driving him wild.
I whimper into his mouth, shuddering when his hands grip my thighs, dragging me closer like he’s starving. And maybe he is. Maybe I am too.
One of his big hands slides down between my thighs, fingers brushing over my dripping folds and finding me swollen, soaked, ready. The contact is electric. I jolt, crying out, my hips bucking up into his hand like I can’t get enough.
Because I can’t.
“Oh fuck,” Cass growls, his voice rough like gravel, like sea spray crashing against jagged rocks. “You’re soaking the whole damn nest.”
I moan, squirming beneath the slow, torturous circles he draws over my clit. Every nerve ending sparks to life, my body begging, pleading for him to just take me.
“Please,” I gasp, not even sure who I’m talking to anymore. Him. Them. The universe.
Cass presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard, his scent flooding my lungs until I’m drunk on it.
“Songbird,” he growls, reverent and wrecked. “You need this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, nails digging into his back. “Please. Cass. Please?—”
He doesn’t make me ask again. He moves between my legs and his thick tip prods at my slick entrance, but I don’t give him the chance to keep teasing me—I move my hips forward with a sudden, urgent motion. And he’s inside me. And when he finally pushes in fully, the stretch is everything.
“God, woman,” he groans as he pulls out and thrusts into me again, harder this time.
His mouth is everywhere—my neck, my chest, my nipples—sucking and licking and claiming. I scream his name like it’s the only word I’ve ever known. I feel him slide deep inside me, seating himself up to his already swelling knot.
He’s so deep, so thick, every thrust driving the air from my lungs and more slick from my core. And Quinn is right there, watching, stroking my hair, whispering to me about how beautiful I look being fucked by Cass.
He bends his head and takes my mouth in a fevered, urgent kiss, and I can feel his length where it lays hot and heavy against my thigh.
And as if the sight of me and Quinn kissing turns Cass on, he groans low and deep and spreads me wider to watch his cock disappearing in and out of me. I arch into the movement. It’s so fucking hot I can’t think straight. All I am is need.
Quinn moves his mouth to my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth and bites—hard. The sensation sends a spasm through my core.
“Fuck, do it again,” Cass says to Quinn. And he does. This time he holds the bite a little longer, the pain intensifying but bleeding into pleasure—and my eyes roll back. And I’m coming.
“That’s so good,” Cass says. “So fucking good.” With a strong thrust, he angles his hips so his huge cock hits a spot deep inside me and just holds it there, sending electric pulses through my whole body.
My core drenches him in slick. He laughs, and I hear him whisper in my ear. “You like being filled by my cock? So full of me—I want to see you dripping with my cum.” And I clench around him at the thought.
“Please,” I beg. “Knot me—I need it.”
But instead, he flips us, so I’m now on top—back in the position that started this whole thing, albeit with a different Alpha.
“Then take it, little bird,” Cass says with an upward thrust of his hips.
And I do. I rise up, slowly sliding back down his thick, long length. I do it again, and again—my pussy greedy for the knot. I feel it swelling at the base of his cock, stretching me just a little more each time, until I’ve pushed Cass to his limit.
He grabs my hips and holds me there, breathing hard, watching me with a look that’s all hunger and reverence.
It’s then that Quinn rises onto his knees and brings his face to mine. He kisses along my jaw, slow and hot, and then bites hard into my neck.
The sharp sting makes me clamp down on Cass’s cock, and a throaty moan rips out of me, my body spiraling toward another climax.
“You’re so good for us, beautiful girl,” Quinn murmurs, voice low and shaking as he moves to stand, his cock already hard and dripping, leaking at the tip. “Think you can take me, too?”
I don’t answer—I open.
My lips wrap around him, and his hips jerk forward with a strangled groan.
I take him as deep as I can, distracted by the delicious silk of his length.
His cock tastes like he smells—rich, addictive, uniquely Quinn—and I want to drown in this feeling.
The silky glide of Quinn’s cock in my mouth, and the hot steel of Cass’s cock buried inside me.
Quinn is lost to it, his head thrown back, one hand tangled in my hair, holding me steady while he thrusts into my mouth in long, slow, deep strokes.
Cass groans from beneath me, his grip on my hips tightening as he begins to thrust harder, deeper, more desperate.
I’m caught between them.
And then—they moan my name like a prayer.
“Gonna knot you, sweetheart,” Cass pants, his voice fraying as his rhythm turns wild, unhinged.
I sob around Quinn’s cock, my body on the verge of unraveling, and the moment Cass’s knot begins to swell—stretching me, locking us together—I lose it. I come so hard I black out for a second, muscles clenching, body trembling, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm.
The sensation must send Quinn over the edge because a heartbeat later, I feel him swell in my mouth before he explodes, his release filling me as I moan around him.
Cass knots me with a broken growl, and I feel every twitch of his release, every ounce of his hot release fills me trapped inside me by his knot.
Quinn slips from my mouth, his hands brushing hair back from my damp, overheated face.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He kisses me softly, surely tasting his own release on my lips.
“Beyond good,” I say, too blissed out to form full thoughts.
I fall forward onto Cass’s chest, momentarily sated…
“Where did JP go?” I ask as reality filters back in, and I can’t shake the instant panic that he’s not here. I remember he was with us—he was here—and then I vaguely recall him slipping out.
“Shhh,” Cass says, stroking my back, eyes closed. “He went to get you something to drink.”
I can tell there’s more to it, but I don’t have time to press—because I feel the wave of heat begin to rise again. Before I’m fully ready, Cass starts to pull away.
His knot shrinks enough to slip free, and I cry out at the loss. My body clenches, searching, needing.
“Easy, love,” he says, moving over slightly and pulling me down next to him so I’m lying on my belly. “We’re not going anywhere.”
I push up to my knees, and the sensation of being on all fours makes me want to arch my back and lift my hips into the air.
I feel Quinn come up behind me. He gently pushes my legs wider so he’s kneeling between them, his warm palms stroking heavily up and down my spine. One hand presses between my shoulder blades, and I melt forward onto my elbows.
I glance over my shoulder and see him leisurely stroking his length with the other hand.
He takes the hand that was on my spine and brings it to my dripping slit, dragging two fingers through my folds, gathering my slick and coating his tip with it. And lining himself up with my entrance.
Quinn doesn’t make me wait.
He enters me hard and fast on a single thrust that has my back arching and my eyes flying open. His cock slides in like he belongs there—and fuck, maybe he does.
“Fuck, I didn’t know you’d feel this good,” he says, folding forward, his mouth brushing soft kisses along my spine as he bottoms out. He fills me completely, and I clench around him in anticipation.
“Good girl,” he whispers, rocking into me slow and deep, coaxing another wave of slick from me. “I’ve got you now.”
My fingers twist into the blankets. I sob with relief.
He fills me so perfectly, hits every spot, and his hands roam my body like he’s learning me—mapping me. I ride every thrust like it’s air, like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.
Cass kisses my shoulders as I fall apart again, his voice in my ear, telling me how proud he is. How beautiful I am. How I am theirs.