47. Elena
Chapter forty-seven
Elena
James smirks as he pulls out with a low, satisfied groan, his release spilling from me onto the rumpled blankets of my nest.
My gaze drifts toward the doorway where my other alphas are watching with dark, hungry eyes.
"Come here," I murmur, extending a hand.
That's all it takes.
Dorian reaches me first, his hands framing my face as he captures my lips in a slow, consuming kiss. Cole follows a breath later, his fingers gliding down my body to find my clit, teasing slow circles that pull a helpless whimper from my throat.
"You look so beautiful," he breathes, voice rough.
I arch under their touch as Dorian now presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along my throat.
"Fill me now," I pant, half plea, half demand.
Cole smirks and obliges. A gasp escapes me as he shifts me onto my side and enters me from behind, burying himself to the hilt in one delicious stretch.
I tremble, my nails digging into Dorian's arms as he positions himself on his side, right in front of me, admiring the scene.
"You're so perfect," Cole breathes, hands gripping my hips as he thrusts in slow, teasing strokes. My breath stutters, pleasure building unbearably.
Dorian groans low, tilting my chin toward him. "You look so good Elena." He claims my lips, swallowing my moans as Cole continues thrusting into me. I whimper into his mouth, my fingers now tangling in his hair.
"You're so wet," he mutters, fingers moving to my clit.
I cry out, my body quaking under the steady rise of pleasure. Cole’s rhythm stutters, his breath hitching in a sharp inhale.
"Fuck, Elena. You're clenching me so hard."
"She’s taking it so well," James says, voice thick. "Look at her. She’s coming apart for us."
I am. My body’s buzzing, every nerve singing. The deep stretch of Cole inside me, Dorian’s fingers teasing my clit. It’s too much, and exactly what I need.
James grabs my breast, his touch folding into the heat of Dorian’s fingers and the relentless pounding of Cole’s cock, making my whole body tingle. My walls tighten further around Cole, making him snarl.
"Fuck, Elena—" His knot starts swelling.
A deep tremor starts in my core, spreading outward like wildfire as Dorian circles my clit with unwavering precision. I reach for him blindly, curling my fingers around his cock and stroking in time with his touch.
"Come for us, princess," Dorian breathes, his lips brushing softly along my jaw.
The orgasm hits hard, searing through me in a wave of white-hot bliss. A hoarse scream rips from my throat as I clench around Cole. He groans, driving in hard one last time as he cums inside me, his knot locking us together.
Dorian follows moments later, groaning as he cums across my stomach.
For a long moment, everything is still. All I can hear is the steady thrum of heartbeats and the sweet, sated hum of my omega, purring with satisfaction as I'm cradled between my alphas.
Slowly, the heat haze begins to lift, just enough for a touch of lucidity to slip back in.
I’m going to need a shower... Maybe a snack first.