Chapter 20 | Heather #2
“Dante,” I gasped, arching into his touch. “Please, I need...”
He slid into me with deliberate care, his thrusts slow and measured, drawing out sounds I didn’t recognize as my own. The fire didn’t vanish, but he shaped it, steadied it, soothed its claws. Each stroke of his body against mine told me I wasn’t just an Omega undone by heat... I was his.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered against my throat, kissing where Bennett’s mark still throbbed. “So perfect.”
My sobs turned to moans, my body strung tight between pain and pleasure, love and hunger.
“You’re not alone in this,” he whispered against my lips. “We’ll take care of you. Every one of us.”
His tenderness cut through the haze, made my throat close with something dangerously close to tears. Even lost to heat, I knew: Dante saw me . Not just an Omega’s need, no. Me .
But then Cole’s growl dragged a whimper out of me, rough and unyielding.
His hunger hit me like a wave, fierce and electric. My gaze snapped to him, and the moment our eyes locked, my body clenched around Dante with a desperate ache. Cole’s eyes darkened, his jaw working as though it took everything in him not to pounce.
His hands shook as he stripped off, but the second he was bare, he was bending over me, his mouth crashing onto mine. His kiss was urgent, feral, nothing of Dante’s patience, just raw, consuming need.
Dante kept pushing, harder, faster, deeper and deeper, but still the burning in my womb yearned and begged for more, I needed Cole too, needed all of them.
I pulled him, frantic, the nails on my other hand scraping against the sheets. “Cole, I need...”
He was on the bed in a second, kneeling close enough to my head that I could taste the heat of his skin. His hunger was fire to Dante’s warmth. It was urgent and demanding, like he’d been waiting for this moment too long and couldn’t bear to wait another heartbeat.
I pulled him over in desperation, and when I took his cock into my mouth, the taste of him hit me like lightning. Salt, heat, him. I moaned around him, clutching his hips, devouring like a starving thing.
“Fuck! Heather!” His voice cracked, his hands tangling in my hair, trying to hold back and failing. His hunger fed mine, sharp and reckless, and I reveled in it.
Dante groaned low against my neck, his grip on my hips tightening as though my moans went straight through him. While Bennett sat next to us, watching as I took Cole deeper and deeper. His eyes were dilated, his mouth slightly open, licking his lips.
The fire inside me surged again, wild and impossible to control. I needed them... their weight, their touch, their claim. Every inch of me burned with it.
The door slammed open.
Angus.
The room shifted, heavy with his presence. He stalked inside like a storm, tearing his shirt off, his eyes burning with primal intent. The sight of me already filled, already marked, already devouring Cole... it didn’t slow him. It ignited him.
A growl rumbled from his chest, low and dangerous. “Mine.”
The word slammed into me like a brand. My body clenched so hard I cried out, taking Cole deeper into my throat, gagging as he sped up.
In that moment, as Angus yanked off his clothes, Dante exploded inside me, hot cum filling me up, engorging me, and as his knot locked us in place, he looked deep into my eyes for a moment and then bit down on my neck hard, right next to Bennett’s bite.
I groaned, arching, vibrating, exploding in euphoria, Cole’s cock inside my mouth.
“Fuck!” Cole yelled, trying to keep it together, but failing.
His back arched, mouth opened, and he moaned as he came, unravelling his seed into my mouth, holding my head, so I gagged as he rammed harder into me, moaning more as his cum dribbled down the sides of my mouth, until eventually his cock stopped twitching and he pulled away and breathed.
Heat began to boil up inside again, threatening to drown me much more than Cole’s cum ever could.
Then, as soon as Dante released and pulled free, Angus grinned and flipped me over so my arse was in the air as he slapped it. Glancing over my shoulder his wild look teased and taunted me. His wild look teased and taunted me.
But it wasn’t long before my big man was before me, pulling me down the bed and onto his mouth.
My legs lay on top of his shoulders, as he sucked hard.
Bristles on his unshaven face tantalized my entrance.
Groaning, he lapped up my juices, his face completely buried in me, wanting and needing to taste every part of my pussy.
Naturally, my back arched, body stiffened as I came within an instant, fingernails gripping the sheets, bottom arched upward begging for more.
The rush of heat raced through my body and flooded out of me in a scream.
Angus pulled back just as I came down from his touch. He gripped my body and flipped me over.
“I think she can take more. What do you think, lads?”
He didn’t ask again. Didn’t hesitate. Rough hands hauled me up, filling the last untouched part of me with a savage thrust that shattered me into pieces.
Bennett chuckled, positioning himself in front of my face. “Let’s see if she enjoys a spit roast,” he said, grinning. “Front or back, Angus?” he asked Angus.
“Always the back,” he said, laughing.
Angus pulled up my body until I was on my hands and knees, stretched my legs apart, and positioned himself just as the next searing contraction of heat rushed through me.
I screamed out, mouth wide enough for Bennett to push himself in and Angus to penetrate me from behind.
Instantly, the heat diminished and was replaced with the orgasmic sexual need for more playing, more pushing, and more explosive toe-curling orgasms.