23. Chapter Twenty-Four #6
The stretch was easy because I was already so wet, but the sudden fullness still forced a sharp gasp out of me. He curled those fingers and found the place that made my thighs shake.
“Oh—god—” I moaned, my fingers tightening around Malek's forearm as Tavian curled them again and another jolt of pleasure rolled through my stomach.
Luca's hand slid down to cover one of my breasts, his thumb rolling the nipple in time with Tavian's tongue.
Malek's mouth moved to my gland and he licked it carefully, no teeth, just the slow drag of his tongue that made more slick spill around Tavian's fingers.
The combination of being filled, licked, kissed, and held pulled a long, shaky croon from my chest.
I was already close, and Tavian seemed to know it.
He sucked harder, his fingers thrusting in a steady, wet rhythm—in, curl, out, in again—while the slick sounds grew louder.
My hips jerked helplessly against his mouth, another croon breaking into a ragged moan as pressure gathered hard and fast low inside me.
I came with my walls clenching around his fingers, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as my entire body tightened.
Slick coated Tavian's mouth and chin, and he kept licking me through the strongest pulses, slowing only when my thighs finally stopped shaking around him.
When he lifted his head, his lips were shiny and his grin was wicked.
“Still banned from hair.” I managed, glaring weakly at Tavian even though my wrecked voice and trembling legs robbed the warning of most of its authority. Tavian laughed, low and pleased, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand before crawling slowly up my body.
“Want me?” Tavian asked, the playful edge disappearing from his voice as one hand braced beside my hip and the other rested against my thigh, his expression turning serious enough that the change caught my attention immediately.
“Yes. Yes, Tavian.” I answered him breathlessly as I reached for his shoulders and pulled him closer before he could mistake my silence for hesitation.
He entered me slowly despite every impatient thing I knew about him.
The stretch was thick and perfect, with slick easing the way while I still felt every inch as he pushed deeper—hot, hard, filling me until his hips met mine.
A long, shaky moan left my throat while my walls fluttered around him.
“Evie—” Tavian groaned, his voice cracking as he buried his face against my neck and started purring hard enough that I could feel the vibration where our bodies joined.
Luca's fingers found my clit again, circling gently while Tavian held still inside me and gave my body time to adjust. Malek kissed my mouth, swallowing the softer crooning sounds I couldn't seem to stop making.
When Tavian finally began to move, his thrusts were deep and steady, each one dragging through the slick with a wet, audible slide.
Every time he bottomed out, blunt pressure struck somewhere sensitive enough to pull another helpless sound from me.
“Fuck—yes—” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet Tavian's next thrust as Luca's fingers tightened their rhythm against my clit and Malek's hand steadied my waist. Luca kept working me in small, precise circles while Malek's mouth moved between my lips and gland, scenting me heavily with one hand braced around my waist. I was surrounded by hands, mouths, purring, and the wet sound of Tavian fucking me without any part of it feeling like the men were fighting for space.
The second orgasm built fast enough that I barely had time to recognize it before my body tightened again.
I came hard around Tavian's cock, my walls clamping down while a broken cry tore from my throat.
Tavian groaned and thrust through it, chasing his own pleasure as the slick slap of skin against skin filled the nest and his knot began swelling at the base of his cock.
“Do you want the knot?” Tavian asked, pressing his forehead against mine as he slowed, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back while every line of his body stayed tense around me.
“Yes—don't stop—” I answered Tavian immediately, tightening my legs around his hips as another shiver worked through me and my fingers dug into his shoulders.
He didn't. The knot pushed against my entrance, thicker and heavier until one final deep thrust locked it inside me.
The stretch was sudden and complete, and I cried out as my body shook with another wave of pleasure.
Tavian's entire body shuddered above mine, and I felt him come in hot pulses, his knot throbbing in time with his heartbeat and sending aftershocks through both of us.
He collapsed carefully against me while still locked deep, purring hard enough that the vibration traveled through my chest. For a moment I simply held him, listening to his breathing gradually lose its ragged edge while Luca's hand stroked along my thigh and Malek stayed close enough that his cedar scent surrounded my other side.
I wasn't ready for the moment to end, and apparently neither were they.
I reached for Luca first. He was already hard, the head of his cock flushed and slick with precum, and I wrapped my hand around him and stroked slowly while watching his green-gold eyes darken.
Luca made a low sound and leaned in to kiss me as I pumped him in time with the residual pulses of Tavian's knot inside me.
Malek shifted closer on my other side, and I turned my head while keeping my hand wrapped around Luca.
Cedar surrounded me as I took Malek into my mouth, the salt of his skin filling my tongue while his scent grew heavier around us.
I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, humming around his cock.
The vibration of my croon made his hips twitch, but the hand he settled in my hair stayed gentle, holding rather than pushing.
Tavian remained locked inside me, still purring and occasionally shifting just enough to send new sparks through the sensitive place where we were joined.
Luca's cock throbbed in my hand as I stroked him, while Malek's low groan above me told me he was getting close.
I worked them both—mouth on Malek, hand on Luca—while Tavian's knot kept me full and pulsing.
The wet sounds of my mouth and hand mixed with the softer movement of Tavian's body against mine until I stopped trying to separate one sensation from another.
Malek came first with a deep, controlled groan, spilling across my tongue.
I swallowed and kept him in my mouth until the last pulse faded before turning my attention fully toward Luca.
I stroked him faster and tighter, my thumb sweeping over the head on every upward pass.
Luca's breathing roughened before his hand covered mine and guided the pressure he wanted, and a moment later he came with a quiet, broken sound, hot streaks landing across my stomach and the sheets.
Only then did all four of us settle. Malek's hand returned to my hair, Luca kissed my cheek and then the corner of my mouth, and Tavian remained locked deep with his face buried against my neck, careful even now not to bite.
Nobody seemed eager to get away from the mess, the heat, or the weight of everyone packed into the nest. Tavian's knot kept us joined while Luca lay along my side and Malek stroked my hair away from my face, their purrs overlapping until I couldn't separate one vibration from another.
Malek eventually brought water while Tavian was still tied to me, and Luca adjusted the blankets around my legs without moving anything I'd deliberately placed earlier.
When the knot finally eased enough for Tavian to slip free, he immediately collapsed half across my thigh like he'd just completed an exhausting personal mission.
“You're heavy.” I told Tavian as I pushed weakly at his shoulder, managing to move him approximately half an inch before my arm gave up.
“You like me.” Tavian replied without opening his eyes, his voice muffled against the blanket as he made absolutely no effort to help and somehow managed to settle more weight onto me.