CHAPTER 35 #2
I arch up, moaning, my hands reaching down as far as I can to fumble with his belt, desperate to free him.
He shifts back just enough to shove his pants down, his thick cock springing out, already leaking precum from the tip.
It's massive, veined, and throbbing; the base swells with that telltale knot I know will lock us together. I haven’t felt him in five months now, and I’m about to go crazy.
He doesn't waste time on my pants either—rips them down and hauls them off along with my soaked panties, leaving me bare and dripping on the sheets.
Amos positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance, slick with my arousal.
He stares at my pussy for a moment, as if logging it to memory.
He licks his lips, eyes growing stormier.
He groans as he leans forward and runs his cock through my slick folds before he nudges my entrance.
He thrusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
I cry out, walls stretching around his girth, the burn mixing with pure bliss as he fills me completely.
He doesn't pause, doesn't give me time to adjust—just starts pounding, hips snapping forward relentlessly, cock dragging against every inch inside me.
“Fuck, baby girl, you're so tight,” he grunts, one hand pinning my wrist above my head, the other gripping my hip to hold me steady as he drives deeper.
Each thrust slams into me, his balls slapping against my ass, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the room.
I wrap my legs around him, heels digging into his back, urging him harder, faster.
My pussy clenches around him, milking his shaft as my slick gushes out of me, chasing that building pressure.
The door creaks open. I startle for a moment, but a few whispered words from Amos have me arching up into him as much as my belly will allow.
Wolf stands there in the doorway, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight.
Amos ruts into me like an animal, my tits bouncing with every brutal plunge, my moans turning to screams. But Amos doesn't stop.
He doesn't even glance over. He's lost in it, sweat dripping from his brow, muscles flexing as he hammers into me.
The knot at his base swells thicker, pressing insistently against my entrance with each thrust.
Wolf leans against the frame, eyes alert and red, watching.
I allow myself to let go, to give myself up to everything for all of these men.
Wolf’s hand adjusts the growing bulge in his jeans, but Amos is oblivious, feral.
“Mine,” he snarls, teeth sinking into my shoulder as he angles his hips, grinding that knot right against my clit.
The pressure builds unbearably, my body trembling on the edge.
Then, with one final, savage thrust, he forces the knot inside me.
It pops past my lips, stretching me impossibly wide, locking us together as his cock pulses and floods me with hot cum.
The sensation tips me over. My orgasm crashes through me, pussy spasming around him, squeezing every drop as waves of pleasure rip me apart.
I scream his name as he yells mine, his hands letting go of mine to fist the sheets by my head.
My nails rake down his back, body convulsing beneath him while he keeps grinding, prolonging it until I'm a shaking, sobbing mess.
We're tied, his weight pressing me into the mattress, cum leaking around the seal as he pants against my neck, still buried deep. Wolf's gaze burns into us from the door, the air thick with the promise of more.
Amos leans to the side, taking me with him.
His hand protectively goes to my bump, rubbing it in slow, tantalizing circles as his nose presses against my face and neck.
He presses a kiss to the spot he bit, pulling a moan of need from me.
I feel him smile against my skin, but he merely does it again.
I hold onto him, digging my nails in at the feeling of euphoria racing through me.
“I want to mark you, baby girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. “Please, please, please ...”
A pang of fear races up my spine. “I, uh ...”
He must feel me stiffen up because a moment later, he sighs against me. “We’ll wait. However long you need, we’ll wait for you. Until then, baby girl, I want you to do something for us.”
“What?” I ask.
This time, Wolf pushes away from the door frame. He makes his way toward Amos and me. He’s holding something on a chain. Amos presses a kiss to just under my ear, and I smile at the feeling coursing through my body. The feeling of peace and belonging.
“Wear this.” Wolf holds out a chain with a tiny locket on the end of it. I take it from him and look at it in the low light of the bedroom.
“It’s gorgeous.”
The locket rests in my palms. It is a soft silver, as if it captures moonlight.
It’s small, cool, and impossibly delicate.
The surface is crafted from brushed silver, but the metal catches the light in soft, shifting tones, almost like it’s breathing.
Filigree vines curl across the front in looping, hand-worked patterns.
Each tendril is so fine it looks spun rather than forged.
At the center is a solitary gemstone, oval and light blue. Upon closer inspection, I see it’s a tanzanite, a deep, violet-blue. My eyes mist as they rise to meet Wolf’s. “It’s Daisy’s birthstone.”
He nods. “We wanted to buy you something for her, but we didn’t know what. We got in contact with La Fleur, and he created this piece for you. We hope you like it.”
“I love it!”
It isn’t flashy, but it glows; a quiet, steady luminescence that draws the eye without demanding it.
Around the edges, the silver is engraved with a border of repeating shapes—half-moons, leaves, and something that might be feathers—woven together in a pattern that feels ancient.
The hinge is nearly invisible, a seamless line that opens with a soft click.
Inside, the locket is lined with a tiny picture.
One side holds a delicate frame, and the other a tiny compartment containing a small piece I can’t quite make out.
It’s the kind of necklace that looks like it carries stories—old ones that cling to the metal long after the owner is gone.
“Just promise us something,” Wolf says, swallowing hard.
“Yeah?”
“Please wear it. We want Daisy to be close to your heart even long after she’s born.” That is an easy promise I can stick to.