46. Tori
I’ll admit that I didn’t have high hopes for the rest of the evening after that harrowing confrontation with Gideon and his friends-slash-cronies. But once Logan and I returned to the ballroom and rejoined the boys, they made it their mission to make me forget my cares and worries. Dancing in the crowd, drinks in hand, the world seemed to disappear for a few hours. Until, at last, we found a moment to slip away.
Which is how I’ve found myself in the backseat of Oli’s SUV, head spinning from a little too much champagne, practically draped over Eli’s lap, laughing like a fiend at a joke I don’t even remember.
“God, sunshine, you’re just too gorgeous sometimes,” Eli says through a grin, hands rubbing up and down my sides, his thumbs occasionally brushing the undersides of my breasts.
“Sometimes?” I challenge, even if my wide smile takes the heat out of it.
Eli’s smile softens, his grip tightening as he easily moves me to straddle him properly, my dress fanning out around our legs. Hands trailing down my corseted waist, they disappear through the slit of my skirt, his short nails dragging shallow furrows down the tops of my thighs.
“You’re always gorgeous, sunshine. But right now, you rival Aphrodite in beauty,” Eli says reverently.
“Don’t let her hear you say that,” Spencer says from the front seat, an ironic chuckle in his voice.
Eli smirks, not responding as he stares up at my face. I cock my head to the side in question, but he just keeps massaging my thighs, rocking my hips back and forth slightly until I can feel his length hardening. Smirking back, I move with him now that I know his game. My core is molten, ruining his black-and-gold-pinstripe pants as I soak through my panties for the second time tonight.
“How do you want tonight to go, princess?” Eli asks.
I’m too focused on the feeling of Eli’s rock-hard length rubbing against my clit, that it takes a moment for me to comprehend that he’s asked me anything. But then Eli pinches my inner thigh, making me squeak and jump.
“Your king asked you a question,” he chides, tutting slightly.
Suddenly aware of how dry my mouth is, I flush hot and swallow roughly. At first, I don’t know if I have any inclinations for tonight, except getting fucked six ways to Sunday. But then an idea pops into my head, and I can’t help myself.
“I invited Logan over, so I think I’d like you three to put on a show for us,” I say, picking each word with care.
I can’t see the other two faces, but Eli’s lips break into a wide smile, showing off his missing incisor and making my stomach flip and pussy walls clench. There’s a long moment of silence, but before too many doubts creep in, Spencer clears his throat.
“Guess you’re gonna be able to make good on your promise to fuck my ass for real, Joker,” he says.
Eli lets out a hearty belly laugh, the kind that pulls me in and has me laughing along, even if I don’t understand the joke. Soon enough, the whole car is ringing with our laughs, but my lower belly quivers with anticipation. I hope Logan will agree to play this game.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long to find out because, as we’re pulling into the garage, a figure rounds the corner, marching up the sidewalk toward the house. Logan just manages to duck under the closing garage door, striding with purpose to the car as Oli kills the engine.
He opens the back passenger door, but is at least polite enough to wait for me to dismount Eli’s lap before yanking me out and setting me on my feet, then sweeping me into a heated kiss. It doesn’t last long, but I’m still left weak in the knees when he pulls away.
“Sorry. I’ve been dying to do that all night,” he says, a little breathless.
“Well, let’s not waste any more time,” Spencer says brightly, slapping Logan on the shoulder before heading toward the stairs.
Logan gives me a filthy smirk, his bottle-green eyes dark with intent already. But he keeps his hands to himself for the moment, which is more than I can say for myself. Oli rounds the hood, and I meet him at the foot of the stairs, leaning heavily on him and running my hand across his lower belly.
“Is this okay? We can do something else if—”
Oli cuts off my words with a bruising kiss, one of his hands threading into my hair at the nape of my neck as the other finds my ass over my skirt, squeezing it.
“You want a show? Then you’re going to get a fucking show,” he mutters against my lips when he pulls away.
My smile is a little dazed, but my heart flutters like a bird about to take flight. He steps back enough to keep walking, but he threads his fingers through mine, pulling me up the stairs after him. It’s all I can do to gather my skirt to prevent myself from tripping on my way up one staircase, and then another, though I can hear Eli and Logan talking a few paces behind me.
When we reach the second floor, Spencer is there, leaning against the wall between his bedroom door and mine, hands in his pockets. The only light comes from a nightlight in the bathroom to his right, a soft blue that paints his features in harsh highlights and shadows. But his eyes are focused entirely on me, the ocean depths roiling with heat. I tuck my chin, my face and ears going hot from the intensity of that look even as my feet continue toward him.
“You look incredible right now, like the perfect treat wrapped up in the most extraordinary paper,” Spencer says as he takes my hand from Oli and pulls me into his chest.
“Well, as the great Dr. Taylor Alison Swift once said, I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”
Spencer chuckles, his hands drifting to my hips, his fingers digging in as he pulls me even closer and his lips slant over mine. The kiss is short, but his scent is everywhere, like I’m drowning in a sea of blackberries and spearmint. Another hand wraps around the back of my neck, massaging the muscles with expert pressure, making my head loll backward as Spencer breaks away. I look up and smile softly as Logan looms over me.
“Do you want to show Daddy your nest, precious?” he mutters, leaning down to nuzzle my temple with his nose.
Nodding, I look back at Spencer one more time before I step away. His lips are turned up in a smirk, but the fire in his eyes hasn’t dimmed in the slightest. Logan’s hand drifts down to my lower back as I open my bedroom door, leading the way inside.
“Beautiful, just like you,” Logan says after a moment to take everything in.
There’s an odd tightening in my belly, his praise doing something to my primal instincts that I’m still not sure I understand. But it heats my cheeks and makes me tuck my chin toward my chest, twisting slightly in place as I mutter my thanks. Logan closes the distance between us again, gathering me in his arms as the others file inside, the door closing lightly behind them.
“Are you going to be my good girl tonight? I would hate to have to teach you a lesson in front of the boys,” Logan says into my ear, his hands wandering across my stomach and back.
I’m tempted to sass, but in truth, I’m not in the mood for games. My pussy aches hollowly, my instincts frantic and screaming to be filled by an alpha’s knot. Looking up, my eyes connect with his, my breath catching at the intensity of his inspection. It feels like he’s gazing through me rather than at me, and it’s easy to shed my pride and nod.
“I’ll be good, Daddy. Just…please don’t…” I trail off, the words too vulnerable to say out loud.
Please don’t tease me. Please don’t pull away. Please don’t leave me.
Logan’s gaze softens, and he nods, reading something in my face before he leans down and kisses me gently.
“Never, precious. I’ve got you,” he whispers against my lips as he pulls away.
“Fuck, Joker!”
Spencer’s shout makes me jump, and Logan and I turn toward the noise. I let out a startled laugh before flushing hot as I take in the scene before me. In the short moment Logan took to check in with me, the boys had stripped down to their skins, and now Eli is on his knees in front of Spencer, head bobbing in a familiar motion. Oli is behind Spencer, his hands touching his linemate’s pale, heaving chest, his face toward the side of Spencer’s head, no doubt whispering the filthiest words in his ear.
“Seems they started the show early.” Logan chuckles, turning us until he’s behind me and I have an unobstructed view of the display.
I don’t have words, my heart hammering as my eyes go wide, trying to take everything in at once. The idea of the boys together had been a fantasy lingering in my mind since the hurricane. But the reality is so much more than I could have dreamed. Three alphas in peak physical fitness, moving together in a carnal dance I know all too well. I jump slightly as Logan pulls my zipper down, but I don’t take my attention away.
“Tell our omega what Eli’s doing, BlackJack,” Oli orders, loud enough for me to hear now.
Spencer swallows hard, his eyes rolling back in his head as Eli slurps and sucks like his life depends on it.
“He’s…he’s sucking my cock. Fuck, he’s using his tongue and taking me so fucking deep,” Spencer manages to pant.
Logan’s hands push my dress down, and Spencer lets out a groan as my tits fall free of the bodice, my nipples already hard enough to cut glass. I step out of the fabric as it pools on the floor, Logan stooping for a moment to move the mountain of fabric to the side before pulling me back against his chest. His cock, still trapped in his pants, presses insistently against my lumbar, making me whimper.
“It’s so much. I can’t — I’m gonna—” Spencer stutters, his abs flexing as he tenses.
Oli’s hand fists in Eli’s hair, yanking him back as Spencer lets out a groan, his cock bobbing as it pulses, shooting thick ropes of cum across Eli’s face and chest. My knees buckle, and Logan’s chuckle rumbles behind me, his hands coming up to cup my breasts in his hands.
Oli tuts, and my pussy clenches, slick dripping as I recognize that sound. But he’s looking at Eli, not Spencer, a stern frown on his handsome face.
“Having fun?” Oli snarls, his smirk making the words playful instead of threatening.
“Loads,” Eli replies. He’s completely unfazed as he sits back, gathering Spencer’s cum from his skin with his fingers, only to deposit it in his mouth.
Logan’s fingers pinch my nipples, making me shudder and lean harder against him. My hands twitch at my sides, desperate to slip between my thighs and rub my aching clit. It shouldn’t be this hot, watching them, but I can’t deny how close to an orgasm I am in just the few short minutes since we started. Oli’s hand flexes in Eli’s hair, and a low growl escapes his throat. Spencer has regained enough of his wits to slip to the side, going to the bathroom for a moment.
Oli’s gaze snaps up to me, his amber irises alight with carnal fire. “May we enter your nest, ma reine ? I have to remind someone of the importance of following instructions.”
Logan purrs, his cock twitching hard enough for me to feel. I raise my eyes and find Logan staring down at me, pupils blown wide. He gives me a nod, allowing me to take the lead for the moment. Looking back to Oli, I nod before turning, taking one of Logan’s hands to pull him behind me as I climb into the softly lit interior of my nest. I shift to one side of the entrance, Logan following my lead for the moment, leaving plenty of space opposite me for Oli and Eli, who scramble through the entrance after Logan.
The older alpha pulls me back to sit in his lap as he leans against the wall, petting my hair and peppering my neck and shoulders with soft kisses as his hands wrap around my belly.
“You did such a good job, building a nest for your alphas, baby girl. Daddy’s so proud of you,” Logan mutters into my hair.
I smile and blush, squirming slightly in his embrace as the pleasant flutter in my belly returns. God, it should be illegal for these men to have this amount of power over me.
“I told you to tease Spencer, not suck him dry,” Oli snaps, words harsher than I’ve ever heard.
“You would have done the same if you were in my position,” Eli retorts defiantly.
Oli’s growl has my gaze whipping up, gasping softly to find the two of them kneeling, practically nose to nose, but Oli’s hand is wrapped tight around Eli’s throat. In a flash, Oli has Eli’s chest pushed down into the mattress, forcing his back to arch and leaving his ass in the air. The crack of Oli’s palm against the toned curve of Eli’s ass has me swallowing a whimper, knowing exactly how that feels.
“Help me get undressed, baby girl. I need to feel you,” Logan whispers in my ear.
I hesitate, not wanting to take my eyes off my alphas, but I promised to be good for Logan tonight. Turning slightly, my fingers shake as I start on the buttons of Logan’s shirt as he works on his belt and the button and zipper of his pants. Eli’s moans of pleasure-pain accompany us as we work together to remove the barriers between our skin until, at last, Logan is naked, his tattoos stark against his skin in the low light.
“I should put your cock in a cage for a month, and edge you every day, until you’re begging and sobbing for relief. That would teach you some fucking control,” Oli growls, not slowing his strikes in the slightest.
Logan chuckles as he spreads his legs, pulling me between them, the cold metal of his piercings making me shiver as they press against my back.
“Is he like this with you, baby? Stern and rough? Do you like it?” Logan mutters in my ear, his hands back on my breasts, this time with a rougher, more purposeful touch.
I shake my head, not sure what question I’m answering. Oli can be rough with me, but never like this. But now, I almost want to pull this side out of him, just to see if I could handle it.
Oli stops after two more exceptionally hard blows, his hand leaving Eli’s hair as he grabs both of Eli’s cheeks hard, making Eli buck. His silver-blue eyes find me, the blissed-out expression oh-so-familiar. He’s loving this, which only makes me wetter.
“You’re gonna take my cock, and Spencer’s cock, and fuck it — Tori can throw on a strap on and fuck you, too, if she wants, and you’re not going to come until you’re given permission. How do you like the sound of that?” Oli snaps, massaging Eli’s tomato-red ass with rough motions.
“Tori’s going to have her hands full tonight,” Logan calls over my shoulder, pinching my nipples and making me moan for emphasis.
“That’s fine. I’ve got plenty of toys to shove into this greedy fucking hole. And you’re gonna take as many as I want to use,” Oli says, not fazed in the slightest.
Eli nods eagerly and pushes his hips back toward Oli, letting out a needy whimper. Oli laughs and spanks Eli again before moving over to the hidden storage. I try to follow him with my eyes, but Logan nips at the side of my neck, bringing my focus back to him.
“I want you to keep my cock warm while Ace plays with his little fuck toy. Can you do that for me?” Logan asks.
I turn in his embrace, my eyebrows drawn down in confusion, but I nod all the same. I’m not sure what he means, but I’m eager to try it. Logan helps me move, shifting me to lie on my side with the back of my head resting against his lower stomach. He arranges a few pillows around me, helping me get comfortable, and I can’t help but reach out to brush my fingers along his pierced shaft. He shudders and chuckles, brushing my hair back and holding it loosely as he guides my mouth toward his tip.
“Go slow for me, and only take as much as you can keep in your mouth without choking,” he instructs gently.
I follow his lead, letting my throat relax as I slide down his length, stopping when I’ve taken two of his piercings past my lips. I start to pull back, but Logan’s palm against the side of my face stops me.
“Just hold it like that. Don’t move and watch,” Logan says, keeping his hand on the side of my head as he plays with my hair.
I swallow, drool already leaking from my lips as Oli returns with a handful of silicone toys, a large bottle of lube, and a pair of leather cuffs. He pulls Eli’s hands behind his back and secures them before looking up at me. As his amber gaze flicks from my face up to Logan’s, his eyes go wide.
“Didn’t take you as the type to have…hardware,” he comments, hesitating before the last word.
Logan chuckles, jostling me slightly around his cock. “An impulsive decision a handful of Mardi Gras ago. Though I don’t think Tori minds them, do you, baby girl?” Logan says, first to Oli and then to me, brushing his knuckles along my cheek where his tip bulges out.
I hum my affirmative answer, and I feel Logan tense and relax under me. Oli chuckles and smirks, shaking his head before turning back to Eli.
“Tori is going to tell you when you come tonight, pet. But since it’s impolite for one to speak with their mouth full…well, it seems like you’re not going to come for a while,” Oli says with a sadistic little chuckle, then gives me a wink.
I’m tempted to roll my eyes, but Logan’s hand trails down my side, raising goosebumps as he goes. I close my eyes and let myself feel, wrapping the hand not pinned under my body around the base of Logan’s cock, not moving or squeezing, but mostly to hold it still and in position for me.
“Well, if this isn’t a sight for sore eyes,” Spencer drawls.
I raise my head to see him kneeling in the entrance of my nest, his gaze moving back and forth between me and Eli. I glance over at the others and find Eli taking a deep green dildo—not a thick one, by any means—angled sharply to hit his prostate with each lazy thrust of Oli’s hand.
“Tori’s supposed to be the only one watching tonight. So why don’t you make yourself useful and play with her pussy for me?” Logan says, almost casual enough that he could have asked for Spencer to grab him a beer from the fridge.
I moan as Spencer eagerly agrees, crawling across the mattress until he’s on his stomach, propped up slightly on his elbows as he lowers his head toward the apex of my thighs.
“You get to come as many times as you want, princess,” Oli says, tone significantly softer as he’s addressing me.
“And I want to hear it every time,” Logan adds, looking down at me with a pointed stare.
I nod as much as I can as my mind already whirls and belly clenches in anticipation. Spencer’s nose traces the joint between my hips and thighs, making me shiver. His cheeks are pebbled with the first hints of facial hair, a rough texture against my inner thighs that only makes my belly clench harder. The first brush of Spencer’s tongue is teasing, hardly any pressure as it skims my outer folds, but I’m so sensitive that it still makes me sigh. He does it a few more times before reaching up with one hand to spread my lips apart. Groaning and purring, his tongue swipes a wide stripe from my asshole to my clit.
“Fuck, you taste incredible,” Spencer mumbles against my entrance, almost to himself.
My eyes roll back into my head as he latches onto my clit, sucking and licking in earnest now and driving me crazy. I whimper around Logan’s cock, breathing hard through my nose. It takes more mental effort than I would have assumed to stay still and not bob on his length, an effort not helped as Logan’s fingers find my nipples and play with them like his personal fidget toys.
As Spencer takes me higher and higher, my legs shake and my eyes drift down, locking with Eli’s as Oli drives a thick silicone toy deep into his ass. His silver-blue irises are thin rings around his blown-out pupils, the bridge of his nose and cheekbones painted with the brightest red. He lets out a low moan as Oli shifts the angle of the toy, no doubt finding his sweet spot.
“It’s too much. I’m gonna — You’re gonna—” Eli babbles, words slurring slightly as his accent comes forward.
When Oli pulls the toy out completely, he lets out a desperate whine that goes right between my thighs, and I gasp, my orgasm washing over me in a slow wave from nowhere. I look up at Logan, moaning as Spencer refuses to let up. Even worse is when he slides a finger into my slit, curling it just right to make me see stars.
“Are you coming all over Spence’s face for me, baby girl?” Logan coos, taking one of my breasts more fully in his hand and squeezing it just right.
I nod, body trembling as it tenses for another release. I try to squirm, but Spencer’s weight has settled over my pelvis, and Logan’s arm is draped heavily over my ribcage, making escape impossible. So when the next orgasm crests, I can only screw my eyes closed and try my best not to not clamp my teeth down around Logan’s cock.
“She’s so pretty when she comes, isn’t she,” Oli muses, less of a question than a statement.
“Yes, sir. The prettiest omega in the world,” Eli replies.
“Good boy. I think you’ve earned a little reward.”
Spencer slows his oral assault, letting me come down from the high, licking me clean with slow, deliberate movements that feel like heaven on my sensitive pussy. He gives my inner thigh one last kiss before pulling back and allowing me to roll back onto my side. Logan pets my hair as he helps me readjust, never once taking my mouth off his cock. I told him I’d be good, and that means following his instructions until I’m told to stop. Though I can’t deny the hollow feeling creeping up my spine, an ache forming between my thighs despite the two back-to-back orgasms.
Thankfully, I’m distracted from my own need as I watch Spencer crawl over to Oli and then rise onto his knees, claiming Oli’s mouth in a heated kiss. Their pelvises are partially blocked by Eli, but I can hear the snap of a cap followed by the wet slide of lube on skin. Eli twists slightly and groans, a needy but excited sound that I can relate to all too well. I try to shift to see better, but that would mean removing my mouth from Logan’s cock.
Oli mutters something I can’t hear against Spencer’s lips, pulling them up into a devious grin before he turns around and manhandles Eli onto his back. For his part, Eli doesn’t fight him, but there’s a little slump in his shoulders when his face ends up between Spencer’s spread knees.
“You’re gonna watch me stretch out BlackJack’s hole with my cock,” Oli says, looking down over Spencer’s shoulder at Eli’s grumpy frown.
“How is that a treat?” he gripes, adjusting his still bound arms under his body.
Oli’s eyes flick up, not connecting with mine, but going over my head. The silent exchange happens so fast that I don’t get a chance to read Oli’s expression before he’s looking down at Eli again. But then Logan’s hand comes up to the back of my neck, gripping tight as he pulls me off his cock and level with his face. His eyes are dark but shining with silent praise, which has me smiling, too.
“Because Tori’s going to play with your cock. Well…as much as she can manage, anyway.”
My eyebrows flick down in confusion for a moment, but then Logan kisses me soundly, his hands going to my hips to pull me into his lap before turning me back around and settling me onto my knees. I try to reach forward for Eli’s cock, but I’m only able to reach the middle of his thighs. And as I try to crawl forward, Logan has my hips in his hands, and his cock pushes all the way into my pussy, knocking the air out of me.
“Go on, baby girl. You hear Ace. Try to play with that alpha cock,” Logan encourages, not moving his hips to let me adjust to the sudden intrusion.
I grit my teeth as I pull myself forward, reaching and stretching, which pulls me off Logan’s cock, his piercings dragging perfectly over my walls. I brush my fingers against Eli’s balls before Logan pulls me back down his length, forcing a long, low moan from my lungs. Over and over, I try to reach Eli’s cock, each time getting a little closer before Logan pulls me away. Spencer gasps as Oli enters him for the first time, but I’m too focused on trying to do as I’ve been told.
“Please, Daddy,” I whine, my head dropping to the mattress between Eli’s legs.
I’d been so close, my fingers grazing Eli’s throbbing knot before I was pulled away. I’m dizzy with pleasure, an orgasm teasing the edges of my senses, but not able to crest at this pace. But my heart aches, and irrational fear makes my eyes burn. If I can’t do what I’m told, then I’ll be punished. And I don’t want to be a bad girl tonight.
“You’ve almost got it, baby girl. Keep trying,” Logan says, rubbing my ass with firm touches that make my skin break out in goosebumps.
Whimpering, I try again, even as my heart races. My vision swims as I once again come up short before Logan pulls me away. I press my face to the mattress, trying to get my emotions under control. But all I can feel is failure and fear. Even with the delicious stretch of Logan’s cock filling me, the cool press of his piercings to my most sensitive spots seems to fade. But I refuse to let this get the better of me.
I go still for a moment, Logan taking the opportunity to thrust a few more times. I fight against the brain scrambling drag of his piercings, preparing myself. And right as his hands drift away from my hips, I launch myself forward, moving fast before he can catch me and finally wrapping my fingers around the base of Eli’s cock.
“Fuck!” Eli shouts, hips coming up off the mattress as I stroke him in earnest.
“That’s my princess,” Oli praises from above, making my neck and face flush.
“I knew you could do it, baby girl,” Logan adds. Shifting forward, he presses his tip back into my dripping slit.
I grin, though my face dissolves into a moan as Logan punches his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt before pulling back, setting a much more demanding pace than before. I try to focus on Eli, but I can hardly think as another orgasm looms over my head, built up from all the teasing it took to get me here.
“Please, Tor. I need you. Please stroke my cock,” Eli groans as my fingers flex on his knot, applying pressure and then backing off.
I tilt my face toward his voice, my vision blurry as tears of pleasure well, but I can see the desperation clear enough. Afraid to let go and be dragged away again, I spit as much salvia as I can onto the tip of his cock before spreading it around and stroking him in earnest. That pulls another curse from his throat, or at least I think it’s a curse because he’s defaulted back to Swedish and he’s speaking too fast for me to understand anything.
But I’m snapped out of my inspection as one of Logan’s hands moves under my body and between my thighs, finding my clit with pinpoint accuracy. I yelp and gasp as he sets a hard pace, my body already shaking.
“Come on Daddy’s cock, precious. I want to feel you come for me,” Logan purrs in my ear, slightly breathless.
His words are a match, and my body is the powder keg. As his voice pierces my haze, an explosion of pleasure ripples through me, my hips convulsing and my eyes rolling back. Logan pulls out for a moment, his fingers still thrumming my clit as liquid release pours from me, soaking his thighs and the blankets. When my limbs can support me no longer, I pitch forward, landing with my head on Eli’s thigh, his cock still clutched in my hand.
“Fuck, that’s hot. I need… Shit, Oli. Oh, God,” Spencer moans, sentences broken with gasps and groans.
“Are you going to come again for me? All over our pack mates? Oh, non, non, non, mon jouet. 1 You’ve made a promise, and we’re not done until you keep it,” Oli taunts, his voice taking on a feral edge that I recognize.
I close my eyes, and Logan’s hands massage my ass and thighs. I must slip under for a moment, because the next thing I know, I’m in Logan’s lap again, his rock-hard length pressed between our bellies, and we’re facing sideways, where I can see the boys have changed positions. Spencer is on his back with Eli between his thighs, and Oli is behind him, kissing and nipping his broad shoulders.
“Fucking hell,” Spencer hisses, his head dropping back and the tendons of his neck popping slightly.
“I know, but you can take it, I promise,” Eli says, words too soft to be teasing.
I rest my head more fully on Logan’s shoulder as Eli’s hips move in small pumps, and I smile. I know exactly how it feels to be stretched by the monster between Eli’s thighs, and my pussy pulses in solidarity.
“You’ve done such a good job, precious girl. Such a good girl for Daddy. I’m so proud of you. Can you take me one more time, baby girl? Or is this perfect pussy sore and needs Daddy to kiss it better?” Logan whispers in my ear, his fingers stroking down the length of my spine.
My heart swells at the tenderness of his question, and something deep inside me that I’ve ignored for far too long preens. I recognize the request for consent, and the out that he’s given me. And while I can feel some aching in my hips especially, it’s overruled by the insatiable need for him and his knot.
I turn to look up at him, leaning forward to press my lips to his as my hand snakes between us and closes around his tip, using my thumb to spread his pre-cum around a little.
“Please knot me, Daddy.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before his hands are under my thighs and I’m lifted and spun around. But he doesn’t press my face to the mattress again, instead, settling behind me while we’re both on our knees, his cock sliding into my pussy with ease. He doesn’t tease me, which I’m grateful for, setting a steady pace that quickly pulls me right back to the brink. One of his arms bands around my waist, holding me close as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent with deep inhales.
Turning my attention to the boys, I moan as I watch Oli effectively fucking Eli and Spencer at the same time. His hips drive into Eli’s ass, forcing the middle alpha down into Spencer, leaving the other two at his mercy. Not that either of them seems to be complaining.
“Oh, that’s so good. You’re so fucking deep,” Eli gasps, his head rolling back until it hits Oli’s shoulder.
“I can feel how close you are, squeezing my fucking cock, trying to choke the life out of my dick. Remember the rules,” Oli says, and I’m not sure he’s fully aware of the filth coming out of his mouth.
“Please let me come for you, sir. I need it,” Eli immediately starts begging.
“I’m not the one you need to be asking,” Oli snaps, landing a correcting spank on his pale ass, hard enough to make me jump too.
“You better figure it out quick, because I’m right there with you,” Spencer pants from below, one of his hands pumping his cock in furious strokes.
Eli’s head lolls to the side, his icy-blue eyes half hidden beneath heavy lids as he locks eyes with me. I shiver and whine as Logan’s hips shift slightly, hitting my sweet spot over and over without stopping. He’s starting to lose his steady rhythm, his purr morphing into a growl as his hands dig into my soft skin with enough force to leave bruises.
“Please,” Eli breathes, so soft I don’t hear the word over the sounds of sex filling the nest, but I’m able to read the movement of his lips well enough.
“Yes! Come for me!” I scream, my body spasming with one last climax of my own.
My cry sets off a chain reaction, Eli roaring first as he slumps over Spencer, followed closely by Oli, who thrusts deep and goes still, his breaths coming out in heaving gasps as he empties his load into our lover’s ass. Logan moans next, driving forward until his knot slides into place, setting off another wave of release that knocks the wind out of me. And then finally, Spencer keens and comes for the second time this evening, coating his and Eli’s chests with hot ropes of his release.
There’s a long pause where none of us move or speak, only breathing together as we come down from the high we reached together. I look around, and my heart throbs. I never knew I wanted this until it was right here in front of me. But now that I have it, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let it go.
1. Translation (French): Oh, no, no, no, my plaything.