His pace is like that, deep, slow strokes that I feel all the way through my body. Every inch of his cock drags against the sensitive inner walls of my pussy, making me shiver hard with each one.
His strokes hold a question and a promise in every one, and I understand exactly what he’s trying to convey to me. My bodyarches against him, meeting him in the middle, desperate to try to answer what he’s saying.
“Want you like this all the time,” he says. “Under me, over me, however I can have you. You’re so incredible, songbird. You’re everything.”
“You too,” I tell him, looking into his eyes. “Want you too. Please don’t stop.”
“Won’t,” he promises. “Couldn’t even if I tried.”
Eventually, I’m trembling, worked up and overloaded with sensation. The heat in my gut is simmering over, spreading all the way through me, unchecked.
That’s when Cash bites me again. He sinks his teeth right into the hollow of my shoulder, close to my jugular. The pain sharpens to pleasure almost instantly, and I come hard, with his cock buried deep inside me.
“Fuck, Harper,” he groans, hips bucking as he fucks me harder until he’s coming as well, filling me up. He knots me, and holds me as I shake after my orgasm, whispering soft words against my skin until he can pull out.
And then Lincoln is there, kneeling in front of me, touching my face and down my arms. It’s gentle, but there’s something raw in it too. I’m aching and sticky now, but this won’t be complete until Lincoln takes his turn, so when he shifts so Cash can move and he can take his spot, I go to him eagerly.
His shoulder is still tender, and it should be in the sling, but I don’t say anything about that. Not when he’s right here, hard and ready and about to give me what I want so badly.
There will be time for resting later.
Lincoln lines himself up and pushes into me, pulling me into a kiss as he slides in slow. The heat stretches between us, our mouths moving together while he works himself inside me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, dragging him deeper, and I savor the noise he makes when he’s all the way in. It’s a deep, satisfied sound, like he’s at home here as I am with him.
He starts to move, setting an easy pace, working in and out of me like he wants to take his time.
“I’ve never wanted this with anyone else,” he murmurs, stroking my hair back and looking into my eyes. “I never thought I’d do this. I was always afraid of claiming something I might lose.”
I nod because I know what he means, and I understand why he felt that way. It feels amazing to be the one he wanted to claim badly enough to not be held back by his pain.
“This makes it worth it,” he says. “Makes me want to not end up alone so I can have you. So I can have this. All of us together.”
He presses in deeper, letting me feel the conviction in his words and in his thrusts.
“I love you,” I tell him, gasping as heat surges. “And I’m glad you wanted to do this. I’m glad we’re doing this, and I’m glad you’re here.”
Lincoln kisses me again, nipping at my bottom lip and sliding his tongue into my mouth like he wants to lay his claim there as well. I shiver against him, clenching around his cock as everything in me boils to a fever pitch.
It’s emotion and arousal, the deep knowledge that I’m wanted and loved. I’m going to come again, and before I can tell Lincoln that, it feels like he already knows.
He leans down so he can bite me, setting his teeth into the flesh just above my hip. It’s a slow, deliberate mark, and I feel it when that seals the bond.
I shudder hard, pressing into him, sobbing as my orgasm takes me. Lincoln fucks me through it, and then soon enough he’s following me over the edge, knotting me and pulling me up and into his lap as he does.
I pant for breath and stay there, my arms around him, my body shuddering through the release.
In the aftermath, the room is quiet. All the tension from before has burst, leaving only the heavy weight of what was done between us. We lie tangled in the sheets, the bruises on my body already warming into purple, so full of meaning.
I run my fingers over each mark, all three of them fresh and burning, and something settles inside me. I’m their mate now. Their real mate. I’m not half marked or rejected, not desperate to hope they’ll want me. Right now I’m just claimed and safe and theirs.
“You still with us?” Everett asks, reaching over to touch me.
I nod, turning my head to look at him. “Always.”
That makes them all smile at the promise in my tone. And I mean it. I don’t know if I’ve meant anything more in a long time.
“I don’t think I can move for a while though,” I add. “Everything is sore.”