Chapter 21 #3
I smirked, adjusting my angle slightly, and pushed against where his cock widened, determined to take more. A stretch, a burn, and then—
“Oh, god.” I’d bitten off more than I could chew, because if I’d wanted more, I’d damn well got more.
The curves and contours of Leander’s dick was unlike anything I’d seen before, and just when I thought I’d adjusted to being so full I couldn’t take it, Leander exhaled a breathy moan, gripped my waist, and thrust.
Madness. Utter, unexplainable madness. That was what his cock did to me.
It wasn’t an equal width, wasn’t a stretch I could get used to because it was thick in three places.
I felt every single place his tip grazed, my pussy as super-sensitive as the rest of me, but it was the bulbous middle and flared base that fucking ruined me.
Every single weakness in my pussy, that cock found, stroked, and coaxed into so much pleasure that my toes curled tight. I half expected my heart to stop.
I could no longer writhe, no longer focus on driving Leander mad because he set a slow, rolling pace that swept into my mind like a tsunami and washed away all my thoughts.
“How are you even more beautiful like this?” Verne murmured, fingers sliding into my hair, gripping tight as he kissed me senseless.
I’d never been kissed like this before, like he’d been desperate for me for years, like he’d been starving and finally had the feast he’d craved.
Like I was everything he’d ever wanted and he couldn’t have me quick enough.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he groaned, licking the length of my tongue. “So good for us. So mine.”
I writhed, the whine that left my nose nowhere close to human, but I didn’t care. I was here with my mates, fulfilled and satisfied beyond belief. Who cared if I was a wolf when it came with such incredible benefits?
I arched my neck when I broke for breath, and Verne exhaled hard. A violent punch of a breath.
“Alianazara…” He swallowed, eyes dark and glazed as he stared at my throat, at the pulse pounding, desperate, begging. For what, I didn’t understand and didn’t care, not when Leander ground me down, filling me with the last few inches of his cock.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Verne breathed.
I watched his throat bob and—my tongue was flat against it in the next second, the taste of his skin bursting in all my tastebuds.
Salt and smoke and sweetness, more intense than anywhere else.
The scent of him here, concentrated and so strong that it drowned all my senses in bliss…
there was nothing like it in the whole world.
I was aware I was rubbing my cheek against his throat, my nose buried in his skin, but I couldn’t give a shit. If it felt right, why fight it?
“Are you—” Verne choked on his words again. “Are you scenting me, or covering yourself in my scent?”
“Yes,” I growled, low and ragged. My breath began to race, to shatter, as Leander dug his fingers into my waist, dimpling my skin as he guided me faster, faster. Desperation built between the two of us, so thick I could taste it.
Verne’s hand curved around the back of my head, something so sweet in the touch that it reached a quiet, vulnerable part of myself I kept trampled and hidden, where it couldn’t get hurt.
“Perfect girl,” he murmured, encouraging the lunacy of me rubbing my cheek on his throat. “Sweet mate. Your scent is so thick now, Sadie. Are you going to come for us?”
I nodded against his neck, my muscles winding tighter, pleasure an elastic band pulled taut inside me as Leander groaned, growled, and fucked me from below.
His thrusts were fast, erratic, and so good.
“Close,” I whimpered, and realised I still had a hand on Leander’s shoulder.
I dug every fingernail into his skin and demanded his pace stay exactly like that, exactly like—
My head threw back as the elastic band snapped and pleasure struck. It crashed into me with lethal force, as if I’d reached out and dared to touch an electric fence, and I think my heart would have stopped if they hadn’t already made me more than human.
Better than human if this orgasm was anything to judge by.
Just when I thought the waves would recede, the pleasure crackling through every nerve in my body would ebb away, my eyes rolled back, Leander’s thrusts quickened, frantic, and yet more pleasure charged through me before he withdrew until only the tip was inside me.
I expected him to growl with release, for an inhuman sound to rip from him, and I craved it.
Breathless with anticipation of my mate coming.
But it wasn’t a growl, it was a whimper, a soft sound that felt like a treasure, like a gift.
I did that, made my mate sound like that.
My wolf was whining too, surging up as if she’d take over.
No, I snarled, holding onto my human body, needing more. More pleasure, more pretty whines from Leander’s lips, more mates. I needed them. Verne and Lainsz.
That thought slapped me out of the pleasured daze. Fuck no, never that prick who wished I’d died. With any luck, he was outside dying.