Chapter 46 Feray #2
I'm caught between them, impaled on pleasure from both ends, unable to do anything but take it.
Then Diaval taps Khal's leg, and everyone stops touching me at once.
I whine—actually whine, high and desperate—at the sudden emptiness.
My body clenches around nothing, aching for friction, for fullness, for anything.
"Shh..." Diaval's hands stroke down my sides, gentle and soothing even as I tremble with frustrated need. "Patience, my eternal."
Several agonizing minutes pass. I can hear Khal behind me, stroking his length with slick sounds that make my mouth water. His serpentine member brushes against me, that impossible length moving side to side in anticipation, painting wet trails across the tops of my ass cheeks.
When Diaval finally gives Khal a nod, I nearly weep with relief.
Khal slides into me slowly from behind, inch by devastating inch, and the stretch is exquisite.
His cock isn't shaped like a human's—it has ridges that catch and drag against my inner walls, a slight curve that hits exactly where I need it.
When he finally bottoms out, buried to the hilt, I feel impossibly full.
He remembers to stay still, giving me time to adjust, but my body is so primed that I'm already clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper.
"Torben, release our girl and come to the side so she can take care of you." Diaval's voice is pure command. "Slide back and take our girl with you, Khal."
Torben releases my wrists, and blood rushes back into my hands as Khal pulls me with him, angling my body forward until I'm presented to Diaval like an offering.
The thick head of Diaval's cock teases my entrance, gathering the wetness there, pressing just enough to stretch me before retreating.
Once. Twice. Three times, until I'm practically sobbing with need.
"Please—"
He slides home in one smooth thrust, filling me completely, and the moan that tears from my throat makes all three of my mates tense with predatory satisfaction. Two cocks. Both buried deep. The fullness is overwhelming, bordering on too much, and I've never felt more complete.
"My eternal," Diaval purrs, his voice like velvet and sin, "take care of Torben while we take care of you, my love."
The command makes my core flutter around both of them, and I turn slowly to reach for Torben, wrapping my fingers around his impressive length.
It takes several moments for my body to relax around the double intrusion, to adjust to the impossible fullness.
I can feel them both—Khal's ridged length pressing against Diaval's through the thin wall separating them, creating a friction that makes me see stars with every tiny movement.
Then Khal starts to move.
They time their rhythm with devastating perfection—as Khal withdraws, Diaval thrusts forward, ensuring I'm never empty, never given a moment's respite from the relentless pleasure. The push and pull, the alternating fullness, builds something molten and desperate in my core.
Every few strokes tear a moan from my lips that I try to muffle around Torben's cock. He tastes like salt and musk and mine, and I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can while my mates destroy me from below.
I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly like a spring about to snap.
My core starts to pulse, clenching and gripping their lengths with increasing desperation.
They feel it too, and they pick up the pace—thrusting harder, faster, driving into me with a ferocity that steals my breath.
Torben roars his release, the sound primal and victorious. His cock pulses against my tongue, every jet of hot seed shooting down my throat as his hand fists in my hair, holding me in place while he empties himself into my mouth.
I swallow everything he gives me, milking him until he's spent, and he falls away with a groan, using a wipe to clean my face before collapsing onto the mattress.
"I'm so close..." I whine, my voice wrecked, my body trembling on the precipice of something earth-shattering. "Please, please, please—"
Khal reaches forward and grips my throat again, pulling me back against his solid chest. The new angle drives him deeper, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision white out.
Diaval slides one hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight, precise circles that send sparks shooting up my spine.
His other hand comes up to tease my nipples, tugging and rolling the sensitive peaks until I'm nothing but sensation.
I'm almost a constant moan now, a creature of pure need and pleasure, words beyond me.
Diaval looks over at Torben with glittering dragon eyes. "Forgetting something?"
"Oh shit. Sorry..." Torben rises onto his knees and cups my face, forcing me to meet his amber gaze. "Come for me, little wolf." The command shatters something inside me.
My core tightens down on both of them so hard I see actual stars exploding behind my eyes.
A keening cry tears from my throat as I come undone, waves of pleasure crashing through me with the force of a tsunami.
I'm dimly aware of Khal biting my shoulder, his fangs—his real fangs—sinking into my flesh, holding me in place as he buries himself to the hilt and follows me over the edge.
Every pulse of my orgasm makes his more intense, and every pulse of his seed flooding into me prolongs mine, until we're caught in an endless feedback loop of pleasure that leaves me boneless and shaking. Diaval, by some miracle, is still holding on—the stubborn, magnificent bastard.
When Khal finally releases my shoulder and slides free, leaving me achingly empty on one side, Diaval rolls us over.
He cages me in his arms, his body covering mine completely, and his thrusts become erratic, desperate.
Then he seats himself deep—deeper than before—and I feel it.
His knots swell at the base of his cock, stretching me impossibly wide as it locks him inside me.
A second later, the flare at his tip expands, pressing against my cervix with a fullness that steals my breath.
I cry out, not in pain but in overwhelming sensation, as the knot hits nerves I didn't know I had. Another orgasm crashes through me without warning, triggered by the pressure and fullness, and I sob against his chest as pleasure tears me apart.
Something settles deep within me as Diaval wraps his entire body around me—arms, legs curl around my calf. He holds me like I'm the most precious thing in existence, like he's afraid I might disappear if he lets go.
I hear the others leave the bedroom, giving us privacy for whatever this is.
The knot pulses inside me, and I feel Diaval's release—hot and endless, filling me with warmth that spreads through my entire body.
We're locked together, tied in the most intimate way possible, and I've never felt more connected to another being in my life.
I have no clue why Diaval knotted me again.
But as I lie here, wrapped in his arms, his heartbeat steady against my ear and his seed warming my belly, I realize I don't need to understand.
Whatever the reason, I'm happy he did.
And somewhere deep inside me, my wolf purrs with satisfaction, content in a way she's never been before.