48. Piper #2
“Pretty girl, you feel so damn good—tight and hot,” Dakota groaned as his knot strained against my pussy lips.
“So fucking tight,” Montana rasped out as he ground against my ass, his knot pressing against my tight, slick hole.
“That’s a good girl, duchess. Just relax,” Clay instructed, a cool grin on his face. “That’s right.”
He stroked himself hard and slow as I let out a held breath, my head lolling back, the twins nibbling and sucking at my neck.
The fullness, the heat, the friction of Montana and Dakota pumping in and out of me made the tight coil inside me snap, a sudden, deep moan bubbling up from me as my body began to shake.
At the animal sound, both Montana and Dakota shuddered forward, loud slurping suction as both of them sank their knots into me. We all cried out in guttural noises of pleasure as I squeezed the twins' knots for all they were worth.
I hung between the two of them, nearly rag-doll limp, save for the spasms that still rippled throughout my hypersensitive body, my insides warm and liquid with the twins’ cum.
Montana and Dakota panted as the three of us teetered unsteadily on our knees.
“Timber!” Zeke teased as he helped us into a guided fall out of our kneeling positions and back into the nest.
Lying on our sides, the three of us could actually begin to catch our breath.
I could see Montana, his eyes already closed, his breaths making his chest rise and fall steadily.
Even though I should have been just as ready to drift off, the insatiable craving of the heat had me lifting my head off the pillow to get a better look at Zeke, who was sitting back on his heels, hard cock in hand.
“Jeez, Piper,” Montana grunted as all of my muscles tightened around him and his twin. “You better quit with all that squeezin’ or Dakota and I aren’t ever going to be able to leave.” He moaned as he ground his hips against me, still gripped tight.
“I hate to say it, but Monty’s right.” Dakota gave a breathy laugh. “If you keep up, we’re gonna be here all night.”
I did my best to relax, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing, rather than the fullness of the twins in my ass and pussy—of the thoughts of Zeke and Clay soon to follow.
Despite their protests, Dakota’s knot was the first to go down, and Montana followed shortly after, the twins rolling away from me in the pillows and blankets and allowing me a moment to stretch before Zeke descended on me.
“It was so hot watching you take Kota and Monty’s cocks.” He helped to ease me onto my belly, his big, rough hands lingering to massage my lower back, thumbs gently digging into the dimples of my pelvis just above my ass.
I gave a low moan of pleasure as his hands moved to my hips, lifting them so that I had to prop myself on my knees, face down, ass up, dripping pussy exposed.
“Still so hot and tight,” Zeke sighed approvingly, plunging two fingers inside my trembling cunt, a large bead of the twins’ mingled cum welling up from inside to dribble down between my legs.
“Please,” I whined, pushing my hips back.
Then I felt Zeke’s mouth on my throbbing clit, his fingers pumping inside me, more cum gushing from me as my pussy clenched around Zeke’s seeking fingers.
“Oh god, Zeke!” I moaned, burying my face in the pillow and throwing my hips back against his face.
“That’s right, duchess. Let yourself go. I want to watch my pack mate make you come at least twice before I give you my knot.” Clay growled his command, low and urgent.
The sound of Clay’s words set my senses on fire, and I lifted half my face from the pillow to be able to get a good look at him, standing over us, stroking his studded cock hard and fast.
I puffed heavy breaths into the pillow as Zeke flicked my clit with his tongue, fingers stroking my G-spot with each powerful flex of his wrist.
“Oh god, I’m so fucking close,” I whined as my hamstrings twitched and my legs threatened to give out.
“That’s right, pretty girl. Come,” Dakota urged me on, lazily stroking his half-hard cock from his seat in the nest.
“Oh—” My breath hitched.
“That’s a good girl, sunshine,” Montana said.
I barely caught it before the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears drowned everything out. My eyes squeezed closed, bursts of color on the inside of my lids as I came on Zeke’s fingers and tongue.
There was barely time for me to get a breath in before Zeke’s cock was pressed to my dripping pussy, his incredible length and width stretching me nearly to my limit.
“You feel so good, Pipes,” he growled, gripping my hips, slowly sinking inside me up to his knot.
“Fuck, you’re so deep.” I eased up onto my elbows as Zeke fucked me.
“Just like that, duchess,” Clay rumbled, making his way onto the bed in front of me. “Let me see that pretty mouth.”
I tilted my face up to Clay, parting my lips so that he could slip his massive, studded cock into my eager mouth.
“Didn’t think you could look any prettier, but goddamn if you don’t look good sucking me off,” Clay growled, reaching down to gather my hair in his hands, holding the tangle of auburn waves delicately in his fist as he rocked his hips.
Zeke’s strokes deepened, his knot making loud, wet noises each time it slammed against my pussy lips. Then he drew back only to thrust in again, his cock nudging at my cervix in time with the rhythm.
I moaned loudly around Clay’s cock, and he let out a guttural sound, pushing himself farther toward the back of my throat as he watched me take his cock, hungrily.
“Fuck, Pipes… watching you suck Clay’s cock while I’m inside you,” Zeke grunted haltingly. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”
“You heard him, Piper.” Clay grinned as I moaned louder around his cock, his Jacob’s ladder running along the flat of my tongue. “Why don’t you touch that pretty pink clit of yours while Zeke fucks you. That oughta make you come hard and fast.”
Zeke gripped my hips harder as I began to swirl my fingers around my clit, the sounds from deep in my throat drawing deep growling moans from Clay as I sucked him.
“Fuck, I can feel your pussy gripping me even tighter when you touch yourself, Pipes,” Zeke gritted out, his hands moving up from my hips to cup my bouncing breasts, his fingers pinching at my rock-hard nipples.
The added sensation set my legs shaking, the wave of an orgasm ready to break over me.
“That’s it, duchess. Come on Zeke’s knot. I want you to be ready for me.” Clay growled just as he popped his cock free of my mouth.
At his command, the climax claimed me. I cried out as Zeke’s knot pushed inside me, the stretch so intense.
“Pipes! Ugh!” Zeke barked out as his hips stuttered against my ass, his body curving over mine as he poured himself inside me.
Almost as soon as the two of us stopped moving, we fell into the blankets, gasping for air. Zeke was the big spoon, with his arm thrown over my waist, our bodies still joined together.
Even though I could feel the exhaustion seeping into my limbs, making them heavy, my breathing shallow and even, as if I might be about to drift off to sleep, my omega instincts made me begin to rally at the sight of Clay, my pack lead.
“There she is.” Clay grinned at me as I looked up at him, pierced cock hard in his hand, knot full and pulsing gently. “Our dirty little duchess, already looking to come again,” he purred, cupping his heavy balls as he stroked himself.
I whined in protest at being so easily called out, but I couldn’t deny it. The heat had made me insatiable. Even though Zeke was still held tight inside my pussy, I wanted Clay and his pierced cock to strum me from the inside before he sank his knot into me.
“Sweet Mercy,” Zeke groaned, pressing a tired kiss to the round of my shoulder. “I can feel how excited she’s getting just thinking about it.” He gave a gentle rock backward, testing to see if his knot had gone down enough to withdraw, but he couldn’t pull out yet.
“We’ve got plenty of time. I have no place I’d rather be.” Clay grinned, walking back on his knees to give us a bit more space, opening up a place in the nest for me to move to once I could break free.
It felt like ages of quiet breathing until Zeke finally levered his hips backward, and I crawled into the open space and lay flat on my back, my head resting on several pillows.
“Piper Blackwood,” Clay rumbled in his deep, gravelly voice. “You may be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He sighed as he pressed a kiss to my lips, then began to lay a path of them along my jaw, over my clavicles, down my sternum, across my belly, until suddenly his lips and tongue were between my legs.
“The sweetest I’ve ever tasted, too,” Clay growled as he closed his lips over my swollen clit.
The others drifted toward the bank of pillows I rested on; the twins toying with my nipples, Zeke occasionally dipping down to give me an open-mouth kiss as I whined and wailed while Clay devoured my pussy.
Suddenly Clay’s tongue began to flick hard and fast over my clit, two of his thick fingers curling inside me, stroking my tender G-spot.
“ Oh! ” I cried out, my back snapping into a high arch, my legs squeezing against the sides of Clay’s head as I came.
“Good girl,” Clay praised me as he emerged from between my thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a fire in his hazel eyes. “I think you’re just about ready for me now, duchess.”
The others withdrew as I reached for Clay, holding back tears of desperation as I sobbed, “Please, Clay—I need your knot.”
Slick flowed from between my legs, soaking the blankets beneath me, but Clay didn’t seem to notice or care as he poured himself over me. Our mouths fused as he pushed his cock inside me, my legs wrapping around his hips as the rungs of his Jacob’s ladder stroked the walls of my pussy.
“Clay, oh god,” I whined, clinging to his neck for dear life as he pumped his cock in and out of me. His knot pressed insistently at my pussy lips each time it slammed against me.
“Don’t fight it, duchess.” His breath came in fits and starts as he fucked me relentlessly. “You come on this cock as much as your body can take.”
“I’m so close,” I mewled pathetically.
“Fuck, when you make those faces while your slick little pussy gets so tight…” Clay grunted, our bodies grinding with increasing desperation.
“Clay,” I gasped out, my eyes boring into his, my orgasm right on the edge.
He clasped my face with both hands as he drew his hips back one final time.
“I love you, Piper Blackwood,” Clay managed before he slammed his knot home, my body igniting as my orgasm tore through me like a wildfire. All my muscles tightened to their limit around Clay’s pierced cock and swollen knot as he emptied himself inside me.
The room was a collection of hard breathing and low chuckles as we all came down from the frenzy. The heat seemed to have backed off enough now that I could think, and I immediately crawled to a fresh spot in the blankets that wasn’t drenched.
“Wash. Need to get washed.” My mumblings were barely coherent.
A kiss landed on my forehead, and I looked up to see Monty. “We’ll get on it. Don’t worry, but you know you’re only going to get messier as the heat goes on. We probably have a few days to go.”
I smiled gratefully, snuggling deeper into the soft fabrics.
“Is it bad I want to go get the kids now?” Montana asked as he ran his hand through my hair.
“I miss them,” Dakota said, a smile on his face. “I get that we are busy and all, but it’s weird not having them around.”
“I agree,” I mumbled sleepily.
“I’m with you, but I think we’ve got a while before we can get them back from Evelyn. As soon as your heat breaks, we’ll call her and she can bring them back while you shower and recover,” Montana said. “How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” I agreed, nodding my head slowly. Even though I had a few more days of heat ahead of me, and I probably wasn't going to be lucid soon, that didn’t change the slight sadness I felt at not having my babies around.
Our little family was perfect.
My life would never again be quiet, but there was a comfort to the chaos. To my mates bickering among one another, to the kids chattering. To me, it was perfect. There were no better sounds in the world.
Somehow, I had landed right where I needed to.
With a pack who loved me, who treated me like a queen. Adorable children who were a joy to watch grow up. Community and purpose. Things I had greatly missed in my life before I came to Blackwood Ranch.
As Montana guided me to the shower, and another wave of cramps hit, I buried my nose into his chest, unable to keep the grin off my face.
Life was good.