41. Sophie #4
He’s thick. So thick. The shaft is dark and hard and veined, prominent ridges running along the length that I can already imagine feeling inside me. The head is dark, almost purple, swollen and leaking a bead of precum, and the perfect upward curve of him makes my pussy clench around nothing.
I wrap my hand around him. He’s hot and hard as stone beneath silk-smooth skin, and he’s so thick my fingers barely close around him. Max’s entire body shudders, a rough sound tearing from his chest.
“Sophie—” His voice is wrecked. His thighs are trembling.
I look up at him, holding his gaze, and slowly lean forward and lick the bead of precum off the tip of his cock.
His hand flies to my hair, his fingers trembling. His eyes are closed, his jaw clenched so hard I can see the muscle jumping, and his cock twitches in my hand, pulsing, leaking more onto my tongue. He tastes like salt and musk, and I want more of it.
“Max,” I breathe. “Knot me. Please. Knot me now.”
Something snaps in him.
His eyes open and they’re feral, and in one fluid movement he pushes me back onto the bed and his body covers mine. His mouth finds mine and the kiss is savage, all teeth and tongue, and his cock is rigid against my stomach, thick and heavy, a brand of heat against my skin.
“I can’t wait anymore, Sophie.” His voice is pained.
Finn is beside me instantly, his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting, his hand sliding down my stomach to find my clit.
His fingers circle it and I cry out into Max’s mouth, my hips bucking.
On my other side, Ethan’s hand moves between my thighs, his fingers sliding through my slick, spreading the wetness over my folds, preparing me.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Max whispers, pulling back to look at me. His green eyes search mine with tenderness, despite the way his body is shaking. “If you want me to stop, at any moment, you just say the word. Okay?”
My pussy is on fire. I need him so badly my vision is blurring and my hips are rolling against Finn’s fingers and Ethan’s hand and I am past the point of patience.
“Max, if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to lose my mind.”
A dark satisfaction flashes across his face. He reaches down and positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock poised there.
He kisses me deeply, his hand cradling my face.
And then he pushes inside me.
Slowly. Inch by inch. The veins in his arms are straining, his whole body vibrating with the effort of not slamming into me all at once.
I feel every ridge of him stretching me open, the perfect upward curve of his cock dragging against a place inside me that makes my mouth fall open on a sound I don’t recognize as mine.
“Fuck.” His forehead drops to mine and his breath comes out in a shattered exhale. “Sophie. You feel—fuck—you feel incredible.”
He’s only halfway in. I can feel how much more there is, the thickness of him still stretching me, and my slick is coating his shaft, easing the way, my body opening around him, taking him deeper with every inch.
“More,” I gasp. “Max, I need all of you.”
He pushes deeper and I moan so loudly it fills the room.
And then he’s fully inside me, buried to the hilt, and the fullness is overwhelming and perfect and nothing like anything I’ve ever felt because this time I chose it. I chose him. I chose this.
“Max, please—I can’t—please move—”
He starts to move. Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in deep, and I can hear the wet sounds of my slick on his cock with every thrust.
“That’s it,” Finn murmurs against my ear, his fingers circling my clit in a devastating rhythm. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Taking Max so beautifully.”
“Such a good omega,” Ethan whispers from my other side, his mouth on my shoulder, his hand cupping my breast. “Look at how well you’re taking Max. Look at how your body opens for him. That’s it, sweet girl.”
I look down between us and see him—Max’s cock sliding in and out of me, my body stretching around him, and the sight of it is so raw that a moan tears out of me.
“You’re ours, Soph,” Finn whispers, his lips brushing my ear.
“Yes,” I say. “I’m yours.”
“You take my cock so well, little one.” Max ruts into me with a rhythm that’s getting more primal with every thrust. He groans, his voice gone low. “You’re so tight around me. You fit me so fucking well. God, you feel perfect.”
I’m lost in it. He’s hitting a place deep inside that I didn’t know was there. My hands fist the sheets and my back arches.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp. “Max, I’m—oh God, I’m going to come—”
“Come for me,” he growls, his hips driving into me harder now, each thrust hitting deep enough to blur my vision. “Come on my cock, little one. Let me feel your pussy clench around me.”
I shatter. The orgasm tears through me so hard my whole body locks, my walls gripping Max’s cock in waves. He groans, the sound low and guttural, and I feel him pulse inside me as he comes, filling me with warmth.
And then his knot starts to swell at the base of his cock, stretching me wider, filling me more completely than I thought possible. I can feel it growing, pressing against my walls, and the pressure is so intense that a second orgasm crashes through me before the first one has ended.
My back arches off the bed and I cry out. Max is shaking above me, his face buried in my neck, his teeth grazing the bonding spot at the curve of my throat.
“Ours,” he growls against my skin as the knot locks us together.
Each pulse of the knot sends another wave of warmth flooding through me, and my body answers every one—clenching, releasing, pulling him deeper, milking his knot.
It’s primal. Ancient. Instinctive.
My omega body responding to him in ways I didn’t know were still possible after everything that was done to me.
“We’ve got you,” Max breathes into the curve of my neck, his voice wrecked. “We’ve got you, little one. We’re right here.”
Finn presses his lips to my temple. Ethan laces his fingers through mine and holds my hand against the pillow.
I’m pinned beneath Max, his knot still swollen inside me, locked together, and the sheer intensity of being held and filled and wanted and safe leaves me with a wonder so vast I don’t have words for it.
“Is this okay?” Max lifts his head to look at me, his green eyes soft. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” My voice comes out breathless, and I’m smiling. “It doesn’t hurt, Max.”
It doesn’t hurt. For the first time, it doesn’t hurt.
He kisses me softly, lingering against my mouth as his knot pulses gently inside me, tying us together. Finn brushes the hair from my face with his thumb. Ethan brings my hand to his mouth and presses his lips to my knuckles.
We stay like that while the knot holds. Max shifts us carefully onto our sides so his weight isn’t on me, his forehead pressed to mine.
Finn lies behind me, his chest warm at my back, his arm draped over my waist. Ethan sits against the headboard beside Max, and when I reach for him he takes my hand and presses it to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat through our clasped fingers.
I close my eyes. I feel their warmth surrounding me, and the thought of leaving never comes.