Chapter 45 #2
My need is too sharp and the ache between my thighs too loud. Torin’s thumb on my clit has me begging. One, then two fingers pump into me. When my orgasm hits, it’s not enough. I need more than his fingers inside me.
I need his knot more than I need to breathe.
“Torin…” I whimper, trying to drag him down on me even as my pussy ripples with aftershocks from my short, hard climax.
At the sharp note of pain in my voice, his chest rumbles.
He moves over me, his warm amber scent enveloping me.
Cool skin touches every part of my burning body, and a rumbling purr soothes a part of me only my alpha can reach.
He fills me with one hard thrust as my nails threaten to break through the skin on his back.
“Torin,” I moan, locking my ankles behind his thighs.
With every thrust, he grunts, and my body creates more slick for him to stretch me a little more. He takes the slight burn from the edge of pain to a toe-curling sweet ache.
My mind fragments as he slams into me. I feel my pussy trying to hold him inside, squeezing and stretching tight around his thick girth.
He slams into me, pulls out, and slams home again. He holds me down and fucks me the way I need him to.
The groan that tears from his throat is barely human. So primal. So raw.
His thighs flex, and he strains, pressing himself tight against me as he shakes. His cock jerks over and over, filling me with his cum.
And the muscle at the base of his cock starts to swell.
My head falls back, and a scream pours from my throat as he hammers into me again. His knot hardens, stretching my pussy and dragging me into another violent storm.
Torin groans and tries to hold me down. “Don’t move, baby. You’ll hurt yourself.”
I buck, wanting to grind and rock, but his knot has locked us tight together. Feels so good I want to rub every part of my pussy against the hard muscle.
He rolls us, grasping my hips and keeping me tucked tight against him.
I’m breathing so hard I’m practically panting.
Torin has his eyes closed, the muscles in his neck are taut, and his hands stroke my hips as he fights for breath.
And always, I feel tiny jerks of his cock inside like delicious aftershocks.
He’s filled me up. I feel so wet and hot, when I move off him, my body won’t contain him all.
I keep wanting to move, to rock.
Torin’s eyes flutter open, and his hands stroke up and over my breasts, teasing my nipples into pebbles. With one hand on my back, he urges me down and sucks each one into his mouth, flicking his tongue against them. He sucks and rolls each hard point until I’m gripping his hair and panting.
But it isn’t enough.
My stomach is cramping again, and I whimper and whine as Torin’s knot slowly releases me. The mattress dips. I make a soft sound of complaint when Torin grasps my hips, lifts me off him, and places me onto Archer’s cock. Our combined juices run down the inside of my thighs as I straddle him.
Archer and I both groan as I slide my way down onto his cock, and he fills me completely.
“Fuck,” Archer groans, head back, chest muscles flexing and hips already pumping. “You’re so damn wet. You’re soaking every inch of me, baby.”
I’d ask him when he came into the room, but I don’t care; I just need him to fuck me. With my hands resting on his chest and my head flung back, I ride him.
He swivels his hips, each hard inch burrowing deeper, then retreating. Torin is on the bed beside us, caressing my breasts and stroking his hand back down again to tease my clit as I roll and bounce on Archer’s cock.
It feels so good; I set a hard, fast pace, moaning each time Archer impales me.
The mattress dips again, and my head snaps up, latching onto Callum, who kneels with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
My focus changes from the growing ache between my thighs to what Callum is grasping in one fist.
I don’t blink as Callum gives his cock one long, hard pump and lets out a soft groan before he repeats the action. It’s so beautiful, watching him, Archer slamming into me as Torin strums his finger over my clit.
I lick my lips, eyes latching onto the bead of pre-cum anointing the tip of Callum’s cock.
“Want a taste, beautiful?” Callum groans.
His hand is in my hair, drawing me toward him, but he doesn’t have to pull me anywhere; I’m already moving.
I give him one firm lick, savoring the splash of salt on my tongue.
The breath hisses from his throat. I swirl my tongue around the tip, and Callum buries both hands in my hair, holding me where he wants me.
My gaze snags on Torin, lying beside me, stroking my right hip with his hungry eyes fused to my mouth. Archer slows his thrusts into my body as I draw Callum into my mouth and release him with a wet pop.
Callum’s fingers are tight in my hair, his head flung back, and his low groans fill the room.
With my eyes on Torin as I take Callum deeper into my mouth, Torin grips his cock, and he pumps as he watches, teeth gritted.
Archer picks up the pace under me, and I cry out, losing my rhythm.
Callum cradles my head, tilting my head back, and grits out. “Open your mouth, baby. Take a breath when I pull out and hold it when I slide my dick back in.”
My pussy ripples around Archer at his soft order, causing Archer to groan in response. I open my mouth wide, and this time, Callum sets the pace.
Torin fucks his fist as Callum slides his cock in and out of my mouth. Archer grunts as he thrusts into me, faster, then harder.
I grab Callum’s thighs and hold on, using him to push back down on Archer until he touches the end of me.
We’re working together, groaning and moaning as we hover over the edge. Torin’s thumb finds my clit as he comes with a loud groan. Callum draws my face closer, groaning as hot cum splashes my tongue and pulling out before I can choke as my orgasm slams into me.
My mind shatters, my throat hoarse from screaming.
Archer hammers his cock into me, holding me there as his knot swells, throwing me into another hard climax. Callum watches on his knees, stroking himself at a hard, frantic pace as beads of his cum hit my breasts, my belly, and slide down between my thighs.
I slump onto Archer. With his eyes closed, his hand cradles the back of my head, draws me down, and claims my mouth in a raw, open-mouth kiss.
Torin turns my face toward him and gives me a surprisingly sweet kiss that he follows up with a groan. “Shit. I’m never moving again.”
“Tell me about it,” Callum says tiredly as he sinks onto the bed.
Archer turns me on my side to make room for him. “More pain yet, June?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
This is just the start.
For now, the fire inside me is quiet, but I’m about to lose days to my heat.
Before Archer’s knot has released me, my body is burning all over again.
My alphas never let me go. They kiss me sweetly, roll me onto my back or my front, and fuck me until my body is no longer burning.
And they take care of me, clean the mess from my skin, feed me small bites of food from their hands, and let me sip from cool glasses of water.
When I open my eyes five days later, it’s with a smile to fresh sheets, sunlight streaming in through the window, and my alphas sleeping tucked up close beside me.