42. Right Round #2
Fitz looks momentarily wounded, but then he meets my eyes and winks. “For you, Baby Girl, I’ll risk it.”
I arch a brow and motion for the water. Once I get a big drink, I feel the ache subside and I feel okay to speak.
“Well, I won’t, so let the smooth-talking Frenchman decide the plan.
I don’t want Chessie making us soft food for however long it takes.
I need meat to get through this nightmare schedule, buddy, and I do not mean the sausages in this room. ”
Fitz laughs delightedly, kisses my cheek, and then sidles down the bed when Rennie gestures to him.
The tiger positions himself between my thighs, and his hands are suddenly everywhere—my knee, my thigh, my calf, all at once.
He looks up my body as he spreads my thighs, saying, “Perfect. I love this view.”
The way he says it, you know he actually means it. I bite my lip and try not to get emotional, which is the dumbest possible reaction for someone about to have fantastic, mind-blowing sex, but here we are.
Chessie is next, sliding in behind me as he pushes Felix’s legs aside.
He kneels there, his hands cradling my hips until I’m positioned just so for him.
Looking over my shoulder, I see him hold out a hand for the lube and chuckle when the grumbling Raj actually hands it to him before flopping back down.
My cheetah winks at me as he pours it, asking softly, “Ready, Angel? We’re almost there. ”
I nod as best I can, but Ren is now crawling onto the mattress. The tall shifter kneels beside me, making sure my face is level with his very hard cock. He winks, tilting his head as he says, “Tap my thigh if you need to stop. I know you cannot say the word with your mouth full.”
Damn, that is a view, and I am glad I didn’t say we should forgo this round.
The gargoyle guides himself into my mouth with slow, careful precision, one hand in my ponytail and the other on my jaw, thumb stroking as I open for him.
He doesn’t push—he never does—but I want it, so I take him in as quickly as I can.
Rennie lets out a shuddering breath, the muscles of his thighs tensing as he holds himself back.
As I adjust, Fitz is lining up his dick with my throbbing pussy with delicacy but no less enthusiasm. His fingers on my thighs dig in hard enough to leave bruises, and when he pushes inside me, he stretches me again.
I gasp, but the only thing that comes out is a strangled blurt. “Fuck, yes, Fitzy.”
“Damn, you’re soaked, Baby Girl.” Fitz says as he groans loudly. “This won’t take long at all. You’re already fucking killing me.”
My cheetah is the last to join the party, but he doesn’t rush.
Keeping one hand on my hip and the other on my lower back, he finally slides into my ass, but he does it so slowly it’s like he’s savoring every microsecond.
His cock is smaller than the others, but there’s something about the way he moves that lights up every nerve ending like fireworks.
They’re all different, and yet everyone feels just right every time.
I am not shy about making noise, but I can’t wreck myself more.
Instead, I moan around Renard, letting him know he can move.
Once he does, the other two do as well, and the rhythm they set is intoxicating.
The bed creaks and Fitz cackles, because of course he does.
It’s not even five seconds before he narrates for Felix and Aubrey.
“Chess, do you feel that? She’s squeezing me like a bear trap; it’s amazing. I feel you rubbing against me and it’s making my dick go crazy.”
“I feel it, Fitz,” Chess grunts, his voice strained but happy. “Now, stop talking and focus on our girl.”
Rennie laughs huskily as his hips rock and I take him in. “Chester is right, mon ami. Pay attention to our darling lapin.”
For once, Fitz listens, and the result makes my entire body shake with pleasure.
Chess’s hips are against my ass, Fitz’s pelvis is against my thighs, and every thrust rocks me between them in perfect harmony.
The sensations stack layer after layer, and I’m floating, lost in the onslaught.
Rennie’s hands are in my hair, on my face, stroking my neck, my lips, anything he can reach.
At some point Fitz leans forward, and he bites my shoulder hard enough to make me shiver.
He licks the spot after, and I swear I feel the echo of that touch everywhere.
I probably should not get bitten by three more people tonight, or I’m gonna have trouble with leotards.
The tempo builds quickly, and Fitz goes a little wild. Chessie checks him with a hand on his thigh. “Easy, love. She can’t take both of us if you lose control, especially after Felix and Aubrey.”
“She’s fine,” Fitz shoots back, but he eases up, matching Chess’s rhythm. “In fact, our mate is more than fine—she’s a fucking legend.”
The muffled noise I make in agreement only makes Ren tilt his head back and look up at the ceiling in a plea.
I shouldn’t, but when I notice, I do it again and again to make him tug on my hair as he groans.
The three of them work together in perfect sync as my orgasm builds.
Every thrust from Chess is echoed by Fitz, and Renard matches them from above, moving with the same brutal grace he brings to everything.
My body is just a conduit for their energy, and every muscle in me is tight, ready to snap.
Ren’s voice drops to a whisper. “Tu es magnifique, ma chérie. Tu es parfaite.*” He brushes my jaw with his thumb. “You want to come, yes?”
I can’t talk, so I sort of nod desperately, and he laughs softly. “Then do it. Let us feel you, lapin.”
The orgasm rips through me, setting off fireworks behind my eyes, and I moan around his cock, which makes him hiss and finally lose his composure.
The gargoyle comes with a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking forward, but Fitz and Chess aren’t far behind.
The tiger goes first, loud and unrepentant, his body shaking against mine, and then Chess, who lets out a single, deep sigh as he buries himself deeply and lets go.
Motherfucker, I might pass out.
But I don’t, and when the world finally comes back into focus, I realize I’m crying a little. Not because it hurts, but because I have never, ever felt so loved as I do with these men—my mates.
Renard slides out first, carefully, and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
Chess steadies me with gentle hands as the gargoyle moves away.
He and Fitz are stuck, of course, so they can’t go anywhere until the damn knots are unlocked.
I lean back against Chessie, letting him support my tired frame as I sigh.
“You’re my hero, Baby Girl,” Fitz says as he darts forward to rub his nose on mine.
He moves to kiss me, and my eyes widen as I prepare to tell him no, but he’s there before I can get the words out.
When he pulls away, he tilts his head, looking over at Ren with a snort. “More fruit, man. Eat more fruit.”
I’m limp, boneless, a puppet with all the strings cut, but his cavalier comment makes me snort with laughter. Chess is next, and after Renard scowls, even Aubrey and Felix join in.
Best. Night. Ever.
* You are magnificent, my darling. You are perfect.