21. Indigo
twenty-one
Indigo
This is not what I had planned. Obviously it is not. I planned for penis in vagina, clinically like an exam. I planned for knotting and a little pain as it usually goes.
But fuck me, this is nothing like that.
Their kisses are scorching, and their touch leaves me breathless.
I had two tongues between my legs while another took my nipple.
Everything vibrates, my body well-wrung and so damn delicious after two orgasms in less than twenty minutes.
What kind of sorcery is that? Whatever it is, they are clearly the experts, so when they tell me to go on my knees, I do.
Cassidy’s finger tips my chin, making me look at him eye to eye.
It’s hard not to get lost in those dark browns.
His thumb traces my mouth until he dips between my lips, letting me taste his flesh.
I’ve never craved sucking on a dick like I am right now.
It doesn’t feel normal. My wants should be selfish, right?
No, they aren’t right now. There’s nothing I want more than to suck Cassidy dry until his eyes roll to the back of his head just like how he did to me. My expression must show him what I’m thinking because he chuckles, shaking his head.
“Don’t put ideas in my head, Sour Peach.”
“Cassidy…” I practically whisper. “I never wanted to suck a cock as much as I want right now.”
His eyes flare with heat, but before he can give in to my wants, someone sucks my clit into their mouth, and I gasp, brain freezing momentarily.
I look under myself to find Nash under my hips, mouth locked on me, fingers digging into my leg.
While I’m watching Nash take my breath away, I almost miss when a finger circles my back hole, exploring slowly.
I look over my shoulder and find Hank kneeling behind me. Hands on my ass, he makes a show out of bringing his thumb into his mouth, licking it slowly as he keeps eye contact before pushing it inside me.
Fuck, this feels good.
They play with me like I’m their favorite instrument, taking me to a place I didn’t know my body could go. It’s sinfully confusing to learn now that I crave things I didn’t know were possible. To think minutes ago I swear I hated touch, and now I can’t think of a world where they stop touching me.
I squeeze my eyes closed as I ride the sensations, but even as the orgasm takes me for the third time—or is it the fourth?—I feel empty. I need to be knotted. More than before, when all I wanted was to stop the heat from taking over, I want their knots now because I need them to fill me.
The need to be close takes me by surprise.
This is not what I thought sex was. In the back of my mind, I remind myself that what I had before this wasn’t sex.
It was violence, but still. There’s a lot of vulnerability in everything I need from them.
I want to be taken, understood, and cherished.
I want so much. I find myself with tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Little Omega…” Cassidy asks, “We took too much from you?”
“I didn’t know everything was going to be this intense. I didn’t…”
Words fail me, and I shake my head. Cassidy takes pity on me and helps me up, my legs wobbly. He holds me against his chest and brings me to the edge of the bed. I’m on his lap again, the tenderness still there, but now he’s naked too.
His hot cock is a brand, impossibly smooth for something so hard. He grips my leg, feeling my skin with his palm and humming in pleasure. It’s stupid the way I feel so damn special when he bites my shoulders and groans under his breath.
“You’re so pretty, Indigo. So goddamn pretty.”
“Really?” I ask before I can stop myself.
I don’t mean to be insecure, but I never thought about beauty. Survival? Yes. But beauty never mattered. If anything, I wanted to be less desirable. Cassidy doesn’t read my racing thoughts, but instead, he wipes them off when his mouth is on mine for the first time, taking me by surprise.
His hot tongue is searching, eating the gasp that leaves my parted lips.
His rough hands rest on my cheek with a care that has me melting under his touch.
He’s demanding with his kiss, exploring every corner of my mouth.
His tongue wrestles with mine, and again I’m begging for more with everything I am.
He moves me like a rag doll until my back hits his chest. He grips my chin and makes me look forward, and I’m taken aback when I find the mirror.
I don’t think I’ve ever looked at myself naked like this.
Almost knowing how uncomfortable it is for me, his legs part, forcing mine to follow suit as his hand travels from my chin to my breast, kneading it softly.
“Look at you, Sour Peach. Look how gorgeous you are. Look at them.” He nods to his packmates behind us. “Look what you do to them.”
Goose bumps rise across my skin when I take in the image through the mirror.
I’m perched on Cassidy’s lap, eyes hooded with desire, knees parted, pussy on display.
His hands are on me, digging my hips, flicking my mirror.
Behind us, Nash watches me as he strokes his cock, gripping tightly to his knot, and I clench, missing his cock inside me.
Hank is on the other side of the bed. His sheer size brings chills down my spine, yet he looks weak at the knees as he takes his cock and strokes ever so damn slowly, licking his lips.
Cassidy lifts me to position his cock against my center.
His tip invades me ever so slightly, and I gasp, turning my attention to what is happening below me.
My mouth falls open, and I watch in stupor as he enters me, inch by inch, stretching me.
The view from the mirror is so graphic, I know I will see it anytime I close my eyes.
“Damn, Indigo. Fuck, you’re so tight.”
My head hits his shoulder, and thank god for his strength because if he wasn't controlling my descent, I’d be impaling myself with him. I moan and beg for more even though he’s giving me it all.
Buried to the hilt, he’s hot inside my boneless body. I’m hungry for more, needing to move when he trails down my body until he takes my clit between his fingers. I cry out, and he laughs, so fucking happy that he has the power to undo me like this.
“Let’s get to work, boys.” He smirks at his packmates.
Nash laughs, and he kneels in front of me as if I'm the Goddess herself and he’s a believer.
His intense eyes meet mine, and it’s just a second of deep connection before he starts licking my pussy as Cassidy fucks it.
He’s sloppy with it, licking and spitting on our joining.
I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, and I know it affects Cassidy too.
He’s fucking me hard as if his cock wants to split me in two.
He grunts and moans in my ear, and another orgasm takes me.
My pussy quakes around his cock, and instead of slowing down, he goes deeper until I’m impaled with his knot. It’s bigger than the rest of him and a tight squeeze even though I’m beyond wet.
My eyes fan close, but Cassidy grips my chin again, “Look up, Sour Peach. Watch as you take my knot.”
Fuck me, if the image of us is not beautiful. With Cassidy behind me, Nash between my legs, and Hank stroking his cock beside me, I wish I could paint this moment. Don’t know where I’d hang it, but I want it in a frame.
Cassidy bites my shoulder, and it’s my only warning before he starts coming. His cock pulses inside, his knot impossibly big. I cry out from the burn of stretch.
I suck in a breath. Every cell of my body cries and begs. If I think this is my break, I’m mistaken. Nash opens my pussy to his view with his thumb and index finger, and licks his lips. “My turn?”