Chapter 35 #2
Ethan rumbles in appreciation as both his hands grasp my ass cheeks.
He runs his palms over them lovingly, before spreading them wide.
“What a pretty pussy, Little Bird. So wet and ready for me. What about this hole, huh?” he swipes his fingers through my slick, before dragging them back up to my ass.
I suppress a shiver at the contact. “You want one of us to take you here while the other fucks that perfect pussy, hm?”
Why do his words make me run hot? I already knew it was a thing, especially during heats, but having him touch me there, now…I arch my back deeper, sending my ass further up in the air.
“Ethan…” my voice comes out a desperate plea.
“Color?” His voice is raspy as his finger continues to massage me.
“Green.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises, before his touch briefly leaves my ass, and I feel his cock line up with my pussy.
A small whimper leaves me as he pushes all the way in, the angle pressing deeper inside me than I’ve ever felt before.
It feels so damn good.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” he groans, bending over me until his chest is flush with my back. For a moment, he just sits there, his cock throbbing inside me. “Just…give me a second,” he gasps. “I’m afraid this won’t last very long if I move too soon.”
“That’s okay.” My voice is nearly a whisper. Being stretched full like this, with his body weight on me…I could probably fall asleep right now.
“Brennan mentioned…you said you’d like it if we fucked you while you’re asleep, is that true?” His cock twitches at his words, and I can’t help the small smile that takes over my face.
“Yes.”
“Any of us?”
I smile into the sheets. “That’s right—feel free to tell the others too.”
He clears his throat, grinding against me in the process. “That’s good to know.”
“Ethan?”
“Yeah, Little Bird?”
“Will you fuck me now?”
My alpha lets out a little laugh, before straightening up, his cock still seated inside me. “As you wish.”
His thumb finds my asshole once more as he pulls back, and when he fills me to the brim again, he pushes it past the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh!” I cry out, and he freezes. “Green,” I say quickly, my face rubbing against his sheets.
The feeling is strange, but not unpleasant.
In fact, it’s almost like it’s adding to the intensity of him in my pussy.
His free hand grips my hip so wonderfully, the pressure reminding me that I’m here and I’m his.
He laughs lowly, the sound sending goosebumps down my spine. “You’re going to have so much fun with us.” He pushes deeper with his thumb as he thrusts into me. A sharp cry leaves me, my pussy clenching tighter around him. “What a good little brat you are.”
His words, which might sound degrading coming from anyone else, are filled with only endearment.
My orgasm is building deep in my gut, the movement of his thumb inside me only adding to the pleasure as his thrusts take me higher and higher.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room are the obscene noise of his thighs slapping against mine, our heavy breathing, and his grunts swirling with my gasps of pleasure.
The tipping point is right there, I just need a little push.
“Knot me!” I cry out, my hands fisting the sheets as he drives into me.
“So demanding,” he gasps, thrusting harder. “Say please.”
“What?” I turn my head back to look at him.
His chest is flushed, his glasses askew, and he has this infuriating little smirk on his face.
“Be a good brat, and say please,” he repeats.
“No!” I gape, an involuntary cry leaving me when he thrusts harder.
“Then no knot.”
I bury my face in the covers, indignation filling me. I shouldn’t have to say please. It’s my alpha, my knot.
But…I really want it.
And I know…I know that if I said “yellow”, then he’d give it to me. And our little game would be over.
I don’t want it to be over though.
So…”Please,” I whisper, my gut clenching.
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, so much love and affection in his voice that my heart feels like it might burst. All the indignation that I felt just a moment ago evaporates with his words, and all I feel is pride.
On the next thrust, he pushes his knot inside me. The pinch of pain that I felt the last two times is only a slight twinge, and then I’m so full, so loved.
It closes the gap, and my orgasm overtakes me.
It’s almost as if I’m ripped from my body as wave after wave assaults me, the feelings so intense I have no choice but to scream.
Ethan whispers sweet praises to me as his thumb continues to press into my tight hole, his knot moving against that spot just inside me.
Then, he’s groaning his own release, his hips stuttering and his cock pulsing as he empties himself in my pussy.
“Fuck, Wren,” he groans, his thumb leaving me and his body folding over mine. His chest heaves as he presses gasping kisses to my back. “How was that, are you okay?”
An exhausted laugh leaves me. “I’m more than okay. That was…” I huff a breath. “That was so, so good.”
He lets out a sigh of relief as he gently eases us so we’re lying on our sides, his body curled around mine. “Good. It wasn’t too much for you?”
“I do recall saying the word ‘green’, Bossy Bear.” I smirk, and his dick twitches inside me.
“Ah, my brat is back,” he notes drily, even as he nuzzles into my neck.
I bite my lip. “Does ‘Bossy Bear’ really bother you? If it does, I’ll stop saying it.”
“Don’t you dare,” he takes my earlobe gently between his teeth and tugs, “how else am I supposed to know you’re intentionally pushing my buttons so I punish you?”
It’s hard to turn my head to look at him, but I do my best. “So you don’t mind?”
He presses a kiss to my nose. “I think I could get used to being your ‘Bossy Bear’.”
I smile. “I rather like being your brat.”
With Ethan behind me, the smell of us filling the room, it’s all too easy to fall asleep in his arms.