Chapter 29 Ryker #2
I glance up, my fingers still plunging in and out of her, my mouth relentless on her clit. She’s a vision, chest heaving, skin flushed.
Her scent spikes, flooding the room and driving us all insane. It’s everywhere, seeping into my lungs, making my head spin and my cock leak steadily in my grip.
Dorian crawls forward on his knees, hesitating only a moment before her fingers find his zipper. She tugs it down clumsily, her movements sleepy but determined, freeing his cock from his pants.
It springs out, thick and veined, already hard for her. She wraps her hand around him, stroking once, twice, her thumb swiping over the tip.
“Like that,” she murmurs, eyes glazing over with want. “Taste you now.”
He groans, shifting so his hips align with her mouth. She leans up, lips parting, and takes him in, her tongue swirling around the head before she sucks him deeper.
Dorian’s head falls back, a curse spilling from his lips as her mouth works him, sloppy and eager, drool slipping down her chin.
I can’t tear my eyes away, even as I devour her pussy. My fingers fuck her harder, three now, stretching her as my tongue circles her clit in tight, wet laps.
My other hand flies over my cock, the friction building, my balls tightening. Her moans vibrate around Dorian’s length, making him thrust shallowly into her mouth.
“Shit, your fucking mouth,” he gasps, his hand in her hair, guiding her.
Jude’s not idle; he’s back at her breasts, sucking one nipple while his fingers tease the other. But her scent—it’s overwhelming, pushing us to the edge.
I feel it in my veins, hot and urgent. My Alpha urges me to claim, to fill her up.
She pulls off Dorian with a wet pop, gasping. “More... need more. Ryker, don’t stop. Fingers... deeper.”
Her words slur together, half-coherent, but the plea in her eyes is crystal clear. And I oblige, thrusting my fingers faster, my mouth sucking harder on her clit until she’s writhing, her thighs clamping around my head.
My strokes on my cock match the rhythm, rough and desperate. The pressure crests, and I come with a muffled groan against her pussy, hot spurts landing on my hand, dripping down my knuckles.
It’s intense, waves of pleasure ripping through me, but I don’t stop—my fingers keep moving, drawing out her release.
She cries out, body convulsing as her orgasm hits, walls pulsing around my fingers, her juices flooding my mouth. I lap it all up, greedy for every drop, her taste pushing me toward madness.
But she’s not done. “I need more,” she slurs, reaching blindly. “Your knot... want it inside me. Please.”
I look at my best friend and smirk. “I can’t. I’m spent.”
Jude’s eyes flash, his control snapping. “I’ll fuck her.”
He positions himself between her legs, shoving my hand aside gently but firmly. I shift back on my heels, still catching my breath, watching as he lines up his cock with her entrance.
She’s soaked, ready, and he pushes in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits out, hips snapping forward.
She moans around Dorian’s cock, taking him deeper as Jude starts fucking her in earnest. Her body rocks with each thrust, breasts bouncing, skin glistening with sweat.
Dorian’s breaths come in pants now, his hips jerking as she sucks him off, her tongue working the underside of his shaft.
I watch, mesmerized, my cock already twitching back to life despite the release. Her scent is everywhere, making my head fuzzy, and my instincts scream.
Jude’s knot begins to swell, locking him inside her. He rocks against her, his hands gripping her hips tighter. She whimpers, the sound muffled, her eyes rolling back.
Dorian’s close—I can see it in the tension of his muscles, the way his abs clench. “Gonna... Fuck,” he warns, but she just hums around him, encouraging.
He comes first, spilling into her mouth with a guttural groan. She swallows what she can, the rest dribbling down her chin as she pulls back, gasping.
Jude follows seconds later, his knot fully inflated, pulsing as he empties himself deep inside her. She shudders, another orgasm crashing over her from the stretch, her nails digging into the sheets.
But it’s not enough for her yet. As Jude stills, panting, she turns her hazy eyes to Dorian.
“You... eat me. Now,” her voice slurs, commanding despite the sleepiness.
Dorian doesn’t question it. He slides down, taking my place earlier, his mouth descending on her overstimulated pussy.
Jude’s still knotted inside her, but Dorian laps at her clit, tongue delving where he can around the connection. She keens, hips grinding against his face.
“Too much... more,” she babbles, fingers in his hair.
He bites her thigh then, teeth sinking into the soft flesh just enough to mark, a sharp contrast to the pleasure. She yelps, the pain sparking another wave of heat through her, her body trembling violently.
I kneel beside her, hand stroking her hair, whispering nonsense as she unravels again. “That’s it, baby. Let go.”
Her final orgasm rips through her like a storm, back bowing off the bed, a broken cry escaping her lips.
Jude groans as her walls clamp down on his knot, milking him for everything. Dorian pulls back, lips shiny with her, his eyes wild.
She collapses then, utterly spent, her body going limp as sleep claims her. Her breaths even out, soft and deep, lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
The room falls quiet except for our ragged breathing, the air heavy with the aftermath—sweat, cum, and her scent still lingering like a drug.
I look at Dorian and Jude. “This,” I growl, voice hoarse, low, “is only going to get worse.”
Dorian swallows, chest rising and falling. Jude hisses softly, shaking his head, but I see the tension in their shoulders, the awareness of what we’re all wrapped in.