24. Rowan #2
A loud cry tore from my lungs as I came apart, the orgasm roaring through my veins, pussy fluttering against Orsen’s length. My head spun as the intensity eased off, and I could barely catch my breath.
With no warning, Orsen pulled me backward, his hands grasping my hips, flipping me onto my front. I yelped in surprise, which he ignored, then he lifted my hips, sinking his cock into me again.
My face pressed into the sheets, hands outstretched in front of me as my back arched, silently begging Orsen to fuck me.
Hard.
“She’s taking me so fucking well,” Orsen growled, his hands clenching on my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could watch his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Look how wet she is. Such a good girl,” Greylen cooed, his hand snaking around to thumb my clit. I couldn’t even remember when he’d crawled onto the bed.
Bastian’s hand grasped around my throat, forcing me to look at him from the other side. His predatory gaze made me tremble. I was going to be consumed by these Alphas, and I was more than okay with it.
“Do you hear that, sweet mate? Your greedy pussy is perfect for us. You’re going to take knot after knot, aren’t you?”
I nodded, unable to vocalize any of the filthy thoughts filtering through my mind.
It was hard to think I had been missing out on this for so many years. Indescribable pleasure that made my toes curl and my vision blur with the sheer intensity of it.
Blindly, I reached for Grey’s cock, pushing up on one hand so my mouth was level with his hips.
“I need you,” I whined, and he knelt closer to me, letting me wrap my fingers around his shaft, licking over the bead of pre-cum on the tip.
Orsen’s hips didn’t stop pumping, and I used the rhythm—the incredible rhythm that was hurtling me to the edge of another orgasm—to take Grey into my mouth, adoring how it felt to taste him while Orsen was buried inside me, his knot swelling against the lips of my pussy.
It became a sinful dance of pleasure, and I dragged my tongue across the bottom of Grey’s length, my pussy walls squeezing around Orsen’s cock, before I sucked on the head, tonguing Grey’s opening. He grunted low, hands tangling in my hair, then slid himself all the way down my throat, growling.
“You feel so good.” Grey held himself all the way in, Orsen quickly doing the same, and I surged, the feeling so damn intense.
A moment later, he was fucking my mouth fast, my pussy tingling as Orsen brought me to the edge, and then warmth spilled across my tongue. Grey’s taste flooded my mouth as he came, and I devoured every last drop, the need to come burning in my core.
“Holy—Ugh, Rowan.” Grey fisted my hair. “Goddamn, I love you.”
As Grey finished, he leaned back, giving me the freedom to call out, “Please, Orsen! I’m so damn close.”
“Oh, sweet mate, do you need to come again that badly?” Orsen punctuated his words with hard thrusts, making me fall onto my shoulders, gripping the sheets.
“Yes!”
Orsen had the nerve to chuckle, but thankfully, he paired it with fucking me without restraint, fingers digging into my hips as he claimed my pussy completely.
All I knew was the hard smack of him against me when he filled me, each moment rushing me closer to the release I so desperately craved. And then—
I keened loudly, white knuckling the sheets as I fell apart again.
“That’s it, mate,” Orsen grunted, and his knot pressed inside me, swelling as it pulsed, locking him inside me as he climaxed, his release flooding me with warmth. There was so much, and my mind hummed as he slowed down, one hand grasping my ass cheek tightly.
“I wonder how many times we can make her come,” Orsen mused, running his fingers up and down my folds, smearing his release there.
“What’s our record?” Grey asked, and I looked up to see him smirking.
“Three, I think?” I panted.
Every Alpha in the room chuckled.
“Oh no, you can do a lot more than that.” Grey nipped my shoulder.
“I seem to recall a weekend when we never let her leave the bed. I think there were cuffs involved…” Orsen mused.
That thought alone made my core clench.
“How many is the record?” I asked.
Bastian chuckled. “It was in the twenties.”
My eyes widened. Twenty? “T-that’s impossible!”
My dragon chuckled, a low, threatening sound. “Oh, mate, it’s very possible. I guess we’ll just have to show you how possible at some point.”
“For now, though…” Greylen tugged me toward him, popping Orsen’s knot free and spreading my thighs. I opened willingly, and he sank in with one quick thrust. “This pussy is begging to be knotted again.”
I could barely think, riding Grey so quickly after Orsen. Every thought was centered on how badly I wanted all of them, how each moment was better than the last, building on everything as I took another of my mate’s knots.
Grey pounded into me, his fingers reaching around my ass to tease my clit as I bounced in his lap. Someone else nipped at my neck, and another set of hands found my breasts, pinching my nipples. I couldn’t even keep track of who, and I didn’t care, trusting my mates to take good care of me.
Another release powered through me, Grey’s knot slipping inside me and then swelling even more, locking inside me as he held my hips, bouncing me up and down in short, potent strokes. It dragged out my release until Grey groaned low.
“Fuuuck.” His knot pulsed, and then all that warmth was spilling inside me again, his cum filling me even more than I already was.
It was fucking amazing.
An unknown amount of time passed, and I eventually slid off Grey, his knot receding enough to let me sink into the mattress. A moment later, though, a hand touched on my back, light and playful.
Looking up, I saw Nix grinning down at me. “Care for a ride?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I giggled, crawling over to him.
I couldn’t resist leaning down to lick the length of his cock, desperate for a taste of my own.
At his groan, I took the entirety of him in my mouth, sucking hard, once, twice, three times before rearing back with a pop of my lips and a smirk.
“Tease,” he growled.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I promised, circling my tongue over the head of his shaft. “You just taste so damn good.”
“I am not complaining.” Nix ran his fingers through my hair, his hips rising to meet my mouth. “Letting me get a taste of what the others have enjoyed… You’re perfect, Rowan.”
And if that wasn’t motivation to keep going, nothing was.