Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Norah
I should be eating.
That is what everyone keeps saying, and I understand the words on a logical level. Protein helps. Calories help. My body needs fuel.
I have the sandwich in my hands, warm bread pressing into my palms, the smell of turkey and salt curling up toward my face.
But all my blood has gone somewhere else.
It’s rushing low and hot, dragging my thoughts with it, leaving my head light and fuzzy and useless. Every bite feels like work. Chewing takes effort.
Swallowing feels like a distraction from the one pulsing, overwhelming truth that keeps flashing through me on repeat.
Need.
Need.
Need.
Dorian’s chest is solid under my cheek, his heartbeat slow and maddeningly calm compared to the frantic rhythm inside me.
I can feel it through my palm where he pressed my hand earlier, like he wanted to remind me that he’s real. That he’s here. That I’m not floating off on my own.
It helps. It also makes everything worse.
His scent wraps around me, familiar and safe and achingly intimate. My body reacts before my brain can catch up, warmth pooling, muscles tightening, a low ache blooming that makes my toes curl under the blanket Jude tucked around me.
I try to focus on the sandwich again. I really do.
I take a bite and barely register the taste. My jaw moves on autopilot while my attention skitters away, pulled by the brush of Ryker’s footsteps in the kitchen, the quiet clink of a plate, the sound of Jude breathing somewhere close by.
Every noise feels too loud. Every presence feels too close and not close enough all at once.
My thoughts slip sideways.
I am so aware of myself. Of my skin. Of the way the blanket feels too heavy and not heavy enough.
Of the way my body hums, restless and demanding, like it’s searching for something it can’t name but absolutely requires.
I swallow with effort and lower the sandwich to my lap.
“I’m trying,” I mumble, not even sure who I am talking to.
Dorian’s hand moves at my back, slow and reassuring, his palm warm through the fabric. It’s not a grab. It’s not a claim. It’s just contact.
Just enough to make my breath hitch anyway.
“You’re doing fine,” he says quietly.
I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to crawl out of my skin and into his.
My head feels heavy. My thoughts feel slippery.
I know I should say something coherent. I know I should explain what’s happening inside me, give them something useful to work with.
Instead, all that comes out is the truth stripped down to its barest form.
“I can’t think,” I admit.
Jude’s voice comes from my other side, low and careful. “That’s okay. You don’t have to solve anything right now.”
His presence presses in on me, not touching but close enough that I can feel the heat of him through the air. It makes my breath stutter.
My body leans before I tell it to, instinct chasing instinct. I clamp down on it, mortified and relieved all at once.
“I know I’m being… a lot,” I say, words tumbling over each other. “I don’t want to push. I don’t want to—”
“You’re not pushing,” Ryker says firmly from across the room. “Your body is doing what it does. That’s not something you need to apologize for.”
That should make me feel better.
Instead, it makes the ache sharper.
I shift in Dorian’s lap, trying to find a position that doesn’t make everything flare at once. It’s useless.
Every movement sends another wave rolling through me, heat chasing heat, need stacking on need until it feels like I’m vibrating under my own skin.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks.
Fuck! Even his voice is sexy.
I shake my head. I look up and find Jude adjusting his cock through his sweatpants. That sends another flare of heat through me.
“I’m hot,” I tell him.
The words hang in the air, but they unlock something inside me. My hands tremble as I push the blanket down my legs, the fabric whispering against my skin like a tease I can’t stand.
Dorian’s thighs tense beneath me, his body a solid anchor that’s both comfort and torment. I press closer, my breasts brushing his chest, nipples hardening instantly.
A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it, needy and unfiltered.
“Please,” I murmur, not even sure what I’m begging for. My hips rock forward on instinct, grinding against the hard length I feel growing under me.
Dorian’s breath catches, his hands sliding up my sides, thumbs grazing the undersides of my breasts. Everything inside of me clenches, empty and desperate.
“Norah,” he growls low, his voice rough with restraint. But he doesn’t stop me. Instead, one hand moves to my thigh, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.
He peels the blanket away, exposing my legs to the cool air of the room. The sudden chill hits my heated skin, making me shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of his palm as he rubs slow circles on my inner thigh.
The touch is electric. I arch into it, spreading my legs a fraction without thinking. Slick gathers between my thighs, my pussy throbbing with every pass of his hand higher and higher.
“Guys, look,” Dorian says, his tone shifting to something darker, hungrier. He parts my legs wider with firm pressure, hooking one over his knee so I’m splayed open in his lap.
Ryker and Jude turn at once, their eyes locking on me. Ryker’s fork pauses midway to his mouth, forgotten, while Jude’s hand freezes on his bulge.
Their gazes burn, making my cheeks flush hotter, but it only fuels the fire. I squirm, the slick easing out more, my body betraying every secret urge.
“Fuck, she’s soaked,” Jude mutters, stepping closer, his sweatpants tented obviously now.
Dorian’s fingers brush my slick folds. I cry out, bucking against his hand.
“Dorian, please—touch me.”
He chuckles, dark and promising, as he slides one finger along my slit, coating it in my wetness. “You need this, don’t you? Need us to fill you up.”
I nod frantically, words failing as he circles my clit, light and teasing. The pressure builds fast, my hips chasing his touch.
Ryker sets his plate down with a clatter and crosses the room in two strides, kneeling in front of us. His hands join Dorian’s, pushing my thighs wider apart to expose me fully.
Cool air hits my bare pussy, and I moan, legs trembling.
“Look at that pretty cunt,” Ryker says, voice thick. He leans in, breath ghosting over my thighs before his tongue flicks out, lapping at the slick dripping down. The sensation rips a sob from me, pleasure coiling tight.
Jude moves behind the couch, his fingers threading through my hair, tilting my head back. “Open up, sweetheart,” he commands softly, and I do, mouth parting as he frees his cock from his pants.
It’s thick, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip. He guides it to my lips. I suck him in eagerly, tongue swirling around the head.
Dorian’s finger presses inside me then, stretching my pussy just enough to make me clench around it. “So tight,” he murmurs against my ear, nipping the lobe.
He adds a second finger, pumping slow at first, then faster, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. Ryker’s mouth replaces his fingers, sucking my clit while his tongue thrusts in deep.
I buck against his face, the wet sounds obscene, mixing with the slurps as I bob on Jude’s cock. Saliva drips down my chin, but I don’t care—everything is heat and need and them.
“That’s it, take him,” Dorian praises, his free hand pinching my nipple. He twists it, sending jolts straight to my core. I’m close, so close, when he pulls back suddenly. “Not yet. We’re taking you to bed.”
They move as one. Dorian scoops me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Ryker and Jude flank us, hands roaming—squeezing my ass, stroking my back—as Dorian carries me down the hall. My pussy clenches around nothing.
The bedroom door bangs open, and he tosses me onto the mattress, the sheets cool against my fevered skin. I spread my legs wide, fingers dipping to my clit, rubbing desperately. “Please, fuck me. All of you.”
Dorian strips first, his cock springing free—long and thick, knot already swelling at the base. He climbs over me, pinning my wrists above my head.
“You’re mine first,” he says, teeth grazing my neck. He bites down, not breaking skin but marking me, sucking hard enough to bruise. The pain mixes with pleasure, making me arch up.
His cock nudges my entrance, slick easing the way as he thrusts in deep. I cry out, walls fluttering around him. He doesn’t wait, pounding hard, the knot bumping my clit with every snap of his hips.
“Feel that? Gonna knot you, claim this pussy.”
“Yes, Dorian—harder!” I beg, nails raking his back.
Ryker and Jude watch, stroking themselves. Jude kneels beside me, offering his cock again. I turn my head, sucking him as Dorian fucks me relentlessly. The bed creaks, bodies slapping together, my moans muffled around Jude’s length.
Dorian’s thrusts grow erratic, knot swelling fuller. He bites my neck again, harder this time, growling as he slams deep and locks inside me.
Hot come floods my pussy, the knot stretching me impossibly, pulsing with every spurt. The orgasm crashes over me, vision blurring as I scream around Jude’s cock.
He pulls out, and Ryker takes his place at my mouth while Jude moves to my ass. Slick from my pussy coats his fingers as he circles my hole, pressing one in slow.
I tense, then relax, pushing back. “More,” I gasp.
He adds a second, scissoring, stretching me while Dorian’s knot keeps me full. The dual sensations overwhelm—full pussy, probing ass, Ryker’s cock sliding down my throat. Jude’s fingers fuck my ass faster, curling to hit nerves that make me shake.
Dorian’s knot deflates eventually, come leaking out as he pulls free. “Your turn, Jude.”
Jude flips me onto my hands and knees, his cock replacing his fingers in my ass. He thrusts in, inch by inch, groaning at the tight heat. “Fuck, so good.”
Ryker kneels in front, feeding me his length, while Dorian watches, hand fisting his spent cock back to hardness.