Chapter 57
57
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“Fuck me, Dash. I’m tired of waiting. I can’t wait anymore.”
The two men sandwich me, one alpha and one beta.
I’m floating with two anchors keeping me from disappearing completely.
Ronan and Jasper are not only in the bed but in my heart and soul.
I feel their emotions like they’re my own, and it intensifies my arousal knowing that they’re turned on too.
While keeping their distance, they’re both awake and watching.
It’s hard to allow them that space, but right now, my focus is on Landon and Dash.
The lack of their bonds is a sharp pain in my chest that I need to soothe.
Dash continues to work my ass with his fingers, exploring me in a way I’ve never been explored before.
I’m so full. The addition of his fingers makes Landon’s cock feel impossibly bigger as I ride it, struggling not to drop down hard enough to take his knot already.
My pack leader coils an arm around my back, keeping me anchored to his chest while Dash adjusts his position behind me.
I nuzzle against the warmth of his skin and squeeze my walls, drawing a grunt from his throat as he struggles to hold still.
Dash presses into my ass just enough for me to register the initial burn.
I’m well lubed, but I’m still a virgin back there.
Being in heat helps, making me more pliable and able to accept Dash.
He retreats and then tries again, gaining an inch or two before repeating the same motions.
“Relax for Dash, baby girl,” Ronan says, lying on his back watching me take two cocks.
The pierced, thick shaft in his fist glistens at the tip, making my mouth water.
He presses his thumb into the mark I left on his throat, and my eyes flare wide as invisible fingers flick my clit.
His desire is fire in my veins.
Landon snaps his head in Ronan’s direction, a low, warning noise escaping him.
“ Don’t .”
“Dash,” I croak, gasping for breath when I never seem to run out of inches to take.
“Please.”
“I’m trying, sweet girl. You’re just so tight,” he says tightly.
I frown, tears of frustration burning my eyes.
“Please!”
“Move, Landon. Slowly. Move inside of her slowly,” Jasper instructs, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.
“Shit, yeah, I’m pushing in,” Dash grits out.
I lose the ability to think.
One second, I’m in the nest, and the next, somewhere else.
A place where the only things I can feel are the slow, controlled movements of two cocks sliding inside of me.
My omega purrs, satisfied with the fullness, while her pack’s grunts and groans fill the room.
I stop trying to hold myself up and let go of control, letting my pack take care of me.
Hands touch my arms and back while lips run over my throat, teeth teasing.
The thick bulge beneath me is hard and prodding at my entrance.
I rub myself against the firmness and cry out when the alpha beneath me thrusts up at the same time.
“Briar— take it. I need to bite you.” It’s a fierce warning that draws a content noise from my chest.
A fat knot slips inside of me as I push my way up the body beneath me as far as I can and inhale, registering the cinnamon-spiced vanilla before Landon’s biting my throat, opposite of where Ronan did.
The thread in my chest gets pulled on hard enough to bring me back down to earth, and I know it was Landon who gave it that tug.
I come with a fury. Landon’s knot swells, connecting us, while heat splashes my inner walls.
Dash tenses behind me, and then there’s another set of teeth digging into my skin, right above my shoulder blade.
This time is different.
There’s less of another voice joining the others and move of a connection being welded together.
I feel Dash in my head but, more than that, in my heart.
Our bond is finally complete.
The pleasure of four males lives beneath my skin, and it’s the reason I come again, this time followed by Dash.
My vision grows spotty, but I don’t let that stop me from tilting my head enough to lay my own bite on Landon’s throat.
The huge alpha beneath me jerks, his chest rumbling loudly before I release him and throw myself back against another chest. It’s not as wide as Landon’s but just as firm.
“What’s—oh, Bright Eyes,” Dash gasps, his name for me rolling off his tongue sloppily.
I can’t reply with a mouth full of his throat.
He slips free of my ass and readjusts me in his lap, keeping me as close as he can without tucking me inside of his body.
It’s wet and sloppy, and Landon has to lean forward with us locked together.
His knot tugs in my pussy, and pleasure spikes before dulling, a bone-deep satisfaction keeping my mind at ease while we hold each other.
I release Dash and smooth his mark with a gentle kiss before leaning my forehead to his shoulder and catching my breath.
Landon kisses my arm, then the back of my head.
“I love you, Briar.”
“I love you, Landon. And I love you, Dash. I love all of you so much it feels like I’m in a dream. Some figment of my imagination that I came up with when I was a little girl.”
Ronan’s caramel scent floods my senses.
“If anyone’s living a dream, it’s us. You get to be our omega.”
Gentle fingers sweep over the mark on my throat before moving to my collarbone.
I suck in a wobbled breath.
“Let us feed you now, Briar Montgomery,” Jasper coos.
My stomach rumbles as I flash a sleepy smile.
“Only if you do it by hand.”
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight with Jasper in your pussy and me in your ass. Are you going to come again?” Ronan grunts, his hips snapping at a furious pace.
He’s so deep I could have tasted him if Landon wasn’t so far down my throat I’m teetering on choking.
Cum dips down my throat, soothing the most recent round of cramps in my belly.
Dash waits patiently for his turn, jacking himself while tapping the shiny tip of his cock against my cheek as if to remind me that he’s still there.
I flutter my lashes at him and moan around the shaft in my mouth.
“Careful, Briar, or I’ll knot your mouth,” Landon threatens, his voice teetering on feral.
Could he do that? Would it hurt if he did?
His throat strains with a swallow.
“Shit, don’t look at me like that.”
Jasper picks up speed, drilling into me from beneath, his lips sealed around my swaying breast. Ronan’s just as wild.
I feel their desperation like it’s my own.
Our mental walls are open, and I accept everything they’re showing me right now because I know that once my heat is over, we’ll have to learn how to close them.
Landon pulls out of my mouth, and Dash takes his place.
I swallow around the thickness, tasting peanut butter and chocolate so sharply my stomach clenches.
He threads his fingers in my hair, taking control as he fucks my face.
Teeth pinch my nipple and pull before Jasper’s yanking me down onto his knot and filling me full enough that with the addition of Ronan in my ass?—
Landon lifts my chin, staring down at me while I struggle to take the last inch of Dash’s shaft.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Let your alphas make a mess of you. We’ll spend hours between your legs cleaning you up when we’re done.”
I nod, tears wetting my cheeks and clumping my lashes together.
Dash curses before panting, jaw hanging open.
“Where do you want my cum? In your mouth or on these pink lips?” he asks gruffly.
Landon’s sliding between my lips before I can answer.
The one he gives Dash on my behalf is perfect.
“Her lips.”
“Press them together,” Dash orders.
I roll them and wait, unable to keep still when Ronan comes, thrusting hard enough to rock me so far forward Jasper spits a warning, and I gasp at the stretch.
He comes in my ass at the same time Dash holds his cock an inch from my mouth and sprays thick, white ropes across it.
“Keep them closed,” Landon rasps, lurching forward.
I moan, parting my sticky lips and licking them clean despite his order.
His smirk is sinful, and my core clenches, anticipating the next wave of arousal that’s no doubt going to sweep me beneath its tide.
Instead, there’s a moment of peace where I get to catch my breath.
“You’re perfect,” Jasper breathes out.
“I’m tired.”
“Perfectly tired,” Dash corrects with a wink.
The nest smells like sex, and the sheets are soiled.
I should have let someone change them out hours ago, maybe days ago, I’m not sure.
Yet here they are.
My first meal since returning home from the clinic was a cold, blackened grilled cheese that Landon hand fed me, and I’m hungry again.
Still, I stay collapsed over Jasper’s chest and wait for his knot to deflate before bringing any of that up.
“Can one of you ask Clover how Sadie’s doing?” I whisper, letting my eyes close for just a moment.
“Of course,” Landon says.
Dash presses a kiss to my forehead.
“We’ll get you some more electrolytes and something to eat too.”
“A shower might be a good idea,” Ronan adds.
I simply hum, snuggling closer to Jasper.
He husks a laugh and flattens a hand to my back.
“How about you just sleep, love? We’ll take care of everything else.”
“I like that.”
I like it a lot.
Ronan keeps the shower cooler than I’d normally like as he washes my hair.
Right now, I would have burst into flames if the water was hot.
Now that I’m hydrated, full of protein bars and a bite of homemade oatmeal, I’m being scrubbed clean, my heat having returned with a vengeance.
I grit my teeth and focus on the room-temperature water instead of the constant press of Ronan’s chest against my back or the gentle pressure of his fingers on my scalp.
He’s been hard since we got in the shower yet hasn’t touched me sexually.
I can feel each individual black piercing curving up the shaft between my ass cheeks, and it’s torture not presenting for him right here, right now.
The pain is easier to handle than when my heat began.
It’s the only sign I have that this will be coming to an end sooner rather than later.
“Are you happy, Petal?”
I frown, twisting to peer up at him.
The water runs down my spine now, making me shiver.
“Can’t you feel how happy I am?” With a soapy hand, I take his fingers and press them into my chest, between my ribs.
“I can feel everything you are right here. Cautious and optimistic, possessive. And your love for me.”
His expression softens, eyes glowing in awe.
“I don’t know how to trust what are your emotions and what are mine. The others are here too. Our bond is stronger than it’s ever been.”
“We’ll figure it out. It can’t be that hard, can it?”
“Feels pretty fucking hard.”
I pull my lip into my mouth and slowly lower my eyes until I’m staring at something else really hard.
Ronan huffs a rugged laugh and steps forward, slipping his wet cock between my thighs.
“I’m supposed to be cleaning you, not dirtying you up,” he says.
My heart lurches, every beat quicker than the last. “Good thing we don’t want to worry about running out of hot water then.”
“The others will come looking for us.”
We back up through the water, and I cough in shock when it runs down my face.
He drops his head and kisses me, both of us struggling to breathe beneath the heavy pour, but we don’t break apart.
I clutch onto him tighter instead.