25. Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four
Cozette
The minute I sink all the way down Jeremiah’s impressive, pierced length, a feeling of euphoria mixed with complete and total relief wash over me. If not for our night together, I’m not sure I’d have had the confidence to climb on top of him, to press him against where I ache the most and slip him inside of me, but I did. Maybe it’s the instincts screaming inside of me helping to guide me, or maybe it’s just that I love this man so much and trust him unendingly, but whatever it is, feeling him inside me without a hint of panic trying to consume me is transcendent.
When he pushes up until he’s gripping the hair at the back of my head and says what he does, I can’t help the flood of slick that drips out of me or the way my core clenches around him, making him groan.
I love his dirty mouth.
The thought echoes across my mind a second before he drops back, grips my hips, and holds me up slightly before he bounces me on his length at a fast pace that steals the breath from my lungs. I can feel him… everywhere, and with each thrust of him inside me, the memories imprinted on my soul are replaced until all I can think about is him.
My Alpha.
My Ghost.
Mine, mine, mine!
Jeremiah looks feral beneath me as he tries to burrow deeper and deeper inside me until we’re one. His brows are furrowed, teeth bared, and yet that look only makes me burn hotter for him. Seeing him so completely out of control, and knowing that I’ve made him that way, does something to me.
Both of their scents surround me, making me dizzy and calming me all at once. Jeremiah’s gunpowder and wild jasmine mixed with Micah’s baby powder isn’t a combination most would find intoxicating, but these alphas are mine and everything about them is intoxicating to me. Their scents, their personalities, the way they both make me feel so adored.
When I glance over at Micah, my nostrils flare at the sight of him next to us, his hand sliding up and down his hard length as he watches me. The overthinker part of my brain feels awkward knowing that he’s right there, watching me be impaled by another, but the other part of my brain that’s being completely guided on instinct preens.
For once, I feel powerful.
Beautiful.
Cherished.
Watching Micah, I can’t help but moan as his eyes—like liquid honey—grow more intense with each passing moment. With an insatiable longing, I extend my hand towards him, desperate for the warmth and softness of his lips on mine. My desire is palpable, and he quickly takes his place on his knees next to me. My head is firmly held in his grasp as he brings our foreheads together, his piercing stare penetrating into the depths of my soul. I lean in closer, our lips brushing against each other, and I can feel the warmth of our breaths intermingling.
The piercings lining Jeremiah’s shaft create an entirely unique experience, heightening the sensations overloading my senses. I moan when he stills with his length buried all the way to the hilt, caressing my thighs until he’s gripping my hips and guiding me until I’m grinding against him. Electricity sings through my veins as he touches me everywhere that he can, looking up at me like he still can’t believe I want him. That he’s mine.
“Look at you. Reclaiming your power and control. Like a beautiful phoenix reborn before my eyes,” Micah whispers against my lips as I grind myself against the quickly swelling knot at the base of Jeremiah’s impressive length. “Does he feel good, baby?” he asks, and I respond with a whimper and a nod before pressing my lips hard against his.
He kisses me back, his tongue tangling with mine in a heated kiss that sets my blood on fire. Every sound that escapes me is swallowed down by Micah, and I find myself grinding down against Jeremiah’s knot harder.
I want it.
Need it.
But I’m also terrified, although I’m trying my hardest to push that fear aside.
I didn’t think it’d ever be something I’d want so terribly after everything I’ve endured, but right here in this moment, there’s nobody but us, and I refuse to let my fears or insecurities steal this from me. Steal this moment.
I want to let go. To just be , while knowing that they’ll take care of me.
With these alphas—these men—I am safe, cared for, and loved . I know that deep in my soul, just like I know they’re mine.
“You gonna take my knot, Dove?” Jeremiah rumbles beneath me when Micah releases my lips, and I glance back down at him as I suck in air.
His colorful skin glistens in the low light, his blue eyes bright and filled with unmistakable desire as he stares up at me.
“I-I’m scared,” I whimper, and he growls softly, opening his mouth until I press my fingers to his lips to stop him. “I’m scared, but I want it,” I pant out, licking my lips as my nails dig into Jeremiah’s chest while Micah keeps touching me, his fingers light as a feather as they brush across my naked skin, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake.
I push myself down, trying to force Jeremiah’s knot inside, but the stretch burns and a whine crawls up my throat as my eyes clench closed and I claw at Jeremiah’s chest. When his hand gently touches my hip, it brings me to a halt, and as I turn to look at him, tears well up in my eyes. My breath catches in my throat as he deftly flips us over, his body now suspended above mine. His powerful forearms cradle my face as he leans in, gently brushing his nose against mine.
My lips part on a silent moan when he rolls his hips, his knot rubbing against my opening. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, my hands coming up to clutch his back. My nails dig into his skin hard enough that I’m worried I’m drawing blood, but Jeremiah only groans before pressing his lips to mine in the tenderest of kisses that makes my heart clench in my chest.
“That’s it, baby. Just breathe and relax. I’ve got you,” Jeremiah murmurs against my lips, and all I can do is moan in response.
As he slowly works his knot into me, Micah reaches between us, his hand sliding down my belly until he reaches the swollen bundle of nerves between my legs. I cry out when his finger settles firmly against it and he rubs, licking up the side of my exposed neck. My body relaxes even more as he licks and sucks on my neck and shoulder, his finger rubbing tight circles against my clit until I’m a slick, soaked mess beneath Jeremiah.
The added stimulation and excess of slick pouring out of me has Jeremiah’s knot slipping inside of me more easily, the bulbous piece of flesh stretching me wide around him without pain. All I can do is feel as I lay there, trusting Jeremiah to take care of me, to make the ache deep in my core stop. My back arches when it finally slips all the way in, popping into place until he’s locked inside of me, and he groans when my walls clench around him.
“That’s my good girl,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, leaning down to nip at my bottom lip as I whimper.
“ Nngh . Bite. Bite, please. Please,” I beg, thrashing in Jeremiah’s hold, but he only nuzzles my cheek, frustrating me until my impending orgasm finally takes hold and washes over me.
Between the feeling of completion with him locked firmly inside of me, being called a good girl, Micah’s hands on me, and the hormones flooding my system, I scream Jeremiah’s name as waves of pleasure wash over me, and I nearly black out from how intense it is. As he follows me over the cliff’s edge, his shaft spasms, sending shivers of delight through my body. The intense sensation of his orgasm soothes the ache within me, leaving me with a feeling of satisfaction and a rush of pride for being able to take his knot, but also for being able to please my alpha.
Lying there with Jeremiah nestled deep inside me, his knot pressing against my sensitive walls, I struggle to catch my breath. When he rolls until he’s beneath me, his knot tugs against my opening, and a soft moan slips from my lips as I’m overwhelmed by another wave of pleasure from the shift in our position. I feel Micah move closer, but my limbs have turned to jelly, preventing me from turning my head to catch a glimpse of him.
But when the high of reaching nirvana crashes, tears fill my eyes unexpectedly. I squirm in Jeremiah’s hold, his knot tugging at my opening as I try to get away as so many confusing feelings crash into me unexpectedly. I don’t understand what’s wrong, just that something is, and my heightened emotions only make me feel worse. Jeremiah hisses as my attempts to escape has his knot tugging harder, causing us both to wince.
“Hey, hey. Calm down. What’s wrong?” Jeremiah frantically asks, tightening his hold on me and rubbing soothing circles across my back.
“I-I d-don’t k-know,” I hiccup, trying to calm myself but only feeling more and more upset.
Jeremiah sucks in a breath before growling.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m sorry, Dove. Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, rubbing a hand lightly down my back as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck and plants kisses all along the space until I grow more and more relaxed against him.
“That’s it, baby. Gods, you’re so perfect. You’re mine, Dove. And one day, when you’re ready, I’m gonna put my bite right…” he trails off, running his lips down my neck and across my shoulder, pulling my arm up and doing the same until he reaches my wrist. He nips and sucks on the skin over and over until he stops, and kisses a spot once. “Here,” he whispers, his lips tickling my skin and making me shiver and relax completely as my tears all but dry up.
“Why’d that happen?” I ask, sniffling and snuggling in tighter to his chest, trying to get as close as humanly possible to him as I nuzzle my nose against his chest.
“You asked for my bite, but I didn’t give it to you. Right now, in your heightened state, that was all but a rejection. I won’t give it to you until I know you’re ready, Dove. We’ve got time, but no matter what, I’m yours. Bite or not.”
I let out a content sigh as their fingers glide along my back and sides, causing my eyes to droop with fatigue. As Jeremiah plants a kiss on the top of my head, his chest rumbles against my cheek, and the soothing sound of his purring lulls my eyes shut.
“Sleep now, sweet girl. You’re gonna need it,” Jeremiah whispers in my ear, and I hum in response, unable to form words with how tired I suddenly feel now that the ache in my belly is satisfied.
“Faster,” I cry out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as Micah thrusts into me from behind.
His hands grip my hips as he grunts, listening to me, and I clench my fists in the blanket beneath us. Jeremiah’s got his head beneath me, licking and sucking on my nipples while his fingers thrum against the swollen nub between my legs, and my thighs tremble when he pinches it slightly. My thighs are sticky with their cum and my slick, and my body is sore, but in a good way.
Micah bends to nip me on my left cheek and I gasp, my core clenching as waves of pleasure threaten to pull me under.
Something we’ve learned during this impromptu heat I was thrown into? I like bites when they come from my alphas. Not bites that break through the skin, but just enough that I feel secure and loved by them. Like I’m not being rejected.
And gods, their constant attention has ensured that I always feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. They’ve made this entire experience unforgettable, with each passing day deepening my understanding of Ripley’s excitement. Without the pain, everything feels amazing and heightened, and I’ve never felt as good as I have through this entire heat.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, but the minute I do, Micah works his knot into me, and blinding white bliss has me screaming. Between his knot stimulating something deep inside of me that takes my breath away and Jeremiah strumming my clit while nibbling on my oversensitive nipples, I can feel the copious amounts of slick that pour out of me in waves. If I were more coherent, I’d be mortified, but as it stands, right now I just don’t care.
I fall flat the minute Jeremiah moves out from beneath me, Micah’s weight resting gingerly against my back, making me feel utterly safe. I’m able to just barely catch my breath before I’m squirming beneath him, bucking my hips as I search for more. A needy whimper falls from my lips as Micah grunts, falling to the side and turning me with him. I reach for Jeremiah and he’s there immediately, pressing the front of his body to mine. My hard nipples rub against his warm chest, and I try to get closer, Micah’s knot tugging at my opening and making us both groan.
My hand reaches down, wrapping around his pierced length and stroking it, wishing for maybe the hundredth time this heat that he’d bring it close to my mouth. I’m not experienced in blow jobs, but something deep inside of me yearns to taste them, yet they’ve both kept me at bay anytime I’ve tried. It’s frustrating, but anytime I’ve attempted to complain, they’ve both shut me up with their touches, kisses, and more. It’s hard to complain when your body is awash in liquid heat and your veins are alight with pure, unending pleasure.
Jeremiah licks and sucks his way down my neck and across my chest, wiggling further down and kisses his way down my belly until he reaches the apex of my thighs where I’m still connected to Micah. I moan when his tongue makes contact with my clit, my eyes squeezing shut as he spreads my legs as wide as he can in this position. His chest rumbles with a pleasurable purr as he gets an eye full of my stretched opening wrapped tight around Micah’s knot.
His lips wrap around the puffy, abused nub, and I clench around Micah until he’s circling his hips against me, his knot rubbing against my walls and making my eyes cross. When I come again, my body falls slack, completely satisfied for the first time in days. I moan, rubbing my cheek against the blanket closest to me as I fall asleep with a content sigh.
The next time I wake, I’m between Jeremiah and Micah in the tub in my bathroom. I hum, relaxing back against Micah as I let the hot water soothe my muscles while Jeremiah massages bath oils into my skin. As he washes me, Micah washes my hair, and I just sit there, letting the both of them pamper me.
There’s no embarrassment as the fog of the heat finally lifts and I become coherent again. No shyness or worry. Just pure adoration and complete satisfaction.
Micah’s fingers dig into my scalp as he cleans my hair while Jeremiah’s dig into my overused muscles until I’m nothing but a limp noodle between the two of them. Once I’m completely clean, Jeremiah climbs out and lifts me out, wrapping a towel around me and drying me off as I struggle to keep myself upright and my eyes open. The water sloshes against the tub’s side when Micah climbs out, reaching in to drain the tub as he wraps a towel around his waist.
With my body and hair mostly dry, Jeremiah picks me up and carries me to my room, gently laying me in the center of my bed, tucking the sheet and comforter around me before climbing in behind me. Micah appears a few moments later, climbing in and pressing himself to my front until I’m sandwiched between the two men, and they both kiss my head, nuzzling against me.
And then we sleep, all of us together, and when I wake again, they’re both still there. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips as I lay there watching them sleep.
I survived my first heat, and now that I know exactly what to expect, I can’t wait for the next time when I have all of my alphas with me.